A Fellow Scholar

by Demeanon

Yet despite his joy at finding a fellow scholar again, he can't help but sometimes wish she would look at him the same way she looks at the things, people, and cultures that turn up in their adventures. But only sometimes. -No pairings-

3. Chapter 3

A Fellow Scholar: Chapter 3 - Translation

A/N: My disclaimer is this - if I owned Dr. Who, I would not be writing fanfiction about it.

This story can go with any Doctor, but mostly the 11th, since I've seen the most of him. Or maybe a future one. You never know with time travellers. (Also, if you want to give adventure ideas, that's fine by me. Just please remember that due to my writing style, I will not be able to keep a cohesive style with more than 3 new characters. Unless I try hard. Really hard.)

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"Why is it, that everywhere we go the TARDIS translates the local language to English?"

"Because you speak English."

"Well, yes, but why is it a British accent?"

"Hm?"

"Doctor."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Why is it British English?"

"Possibly due to the fact that Briton, or England as you know it, is the place that the English language evolved from Brittonic, Anglo-Frisian, and Old Saxon. The TARDIS is most likely translating it into British English for this reason, as all other places in which the English language exists it is not a naturally occurring phenomenon."

"Ah.

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Does that mean that you speak English naturally, or no?"

"Actually, the TARDIS translates you into perfect Gallifreyan. You have a lovely accent."