a/n: Hello! Sorry if there was any confusion along the lines of which Doctor this is. I tried to elude to the fact that it's 11, but oh-well! ;)
Nico watched the strange man with mouse brown hair and a square-like face dance about the round clear platform. The man kept hitting at buttons and levers in what seemed to be without any knowledge of what he was actually doing. It was rather frightening.
When Nico had heard the door open just a few minutes before hand, he had instantly jumped for cover. In the end, he found himself huddled behind a large chest with who-knows-what inside it. All the young demigod could hope was that the other man didn't notice his spray cans or his black messenger bag.
"Look at all this mess, Sexy. How did this-" He waves his hand pointed at Nico's vandalism, "happen? I mean really, who got into my TARDIS? And how did they do it? You know, I would like to meet this intruder—whoever they are. Congratulate them first, and then I'll give them a stern talking to. Oh, yes I will!" The Doctor quietly hoped to himself that the mystery person—Nico, as that was evidently his pen name, from the looks of it—was still here. He also prayed that, since Nico was a girl name, he would have a new companion to travel with.
Nico, a boy, simply waited for the man to leave. He did not. He just talked to himself. After what felt like hours of the man babbling, he finally turned about-face, and promptly left the "TARDIS", or whatever it was called. Nico stood and stretched with relief. "Finally," He mumbled, "He's gone." Nico checked the wristwatch he'd snagged from Percy and saw that barely fifteen minutes had gone by. "Trapped in blue box by some crazy British guy," He grumbled, "That's so annoying. Oh gods, and I bet he didn't even notice that I was still here. Stupid Brit. Stupid, annoying, crazy, box-faced, psychotic, weirdo, maniac of a not-quite-person! Aaaaaannnnnnnd…Holy Hephaestus, I'm losing it. I'm talking to myself. Who talks to themselves?
The black haired boy collected his belongings and proceeded to exit the TARDIS, with the intent of never returning. Which, of course, he would eventually board it again.
And as Nico opened the plain white door, of which he had originally enter the TARDIS through, he was confronted by the most peculiar sight. At first glance Nico assumed that he was at some wealthy person's party. Someone who was up there with Obama and Tristan McLean.
But that was not the case. Upon closer inspection, Nico began to realize that a few of the high-class party goers were different. A girl dancing in back's skin was covered with green scales. A man sitting on a couch boasted a pair of crimson horns. A group of eleven men and women talked in a language of guttural noises and clicks. Nico felt delighted. As he pushed through the crowd, trying to figure out where he was, Nico could smell the scent of dust as a rain begins. This place, wherever it was, had become Nico's favorite place.
Nothing good lasts forever, though. A man came charging into the room, gasping for breath. "They're—they're here. They're coming. Run for you lives!"
Instead of the loud expected panic, the room was silent. After waiting nervously for what seemed like an age, Nico broke the eerie silence. "Uh… Who is coming?"
"I have no idea."
a/n: I saw Life of Pi today. It deserves best picture at the Oscars.
Well yeah. Tell me what your guess(es) are for the villain/alien in this story and I'll give you pie. Even if your wrong, 'cause I just roll that way. And I know it's annoying when people say this, but please review. Even if your complaining and hating, I want to hear it. Fanfiction tells the author how many views the story gets, so I know your out there reading this. I literally squealed in joy when I saw that I had 5 reviews. Make a girl happy and tell me how bad this story is.
Peace out.