Hope some of you guys watch Doctor Who... It's on Netflix if you want to try it out.

Yes, I wanted to do a crossover so I did. It's 11 by the way.

And Mark is 14

"Dad?" Mark wandered into the kitchen at 1 AM on Christmas Eve when he heard some pots clanging. The thirteen, now fourteen year old turned on the light and was greeted to the sight of a strange man with a bow tie rummaging through the cabinets, his head popped out with a bag of chips between his teeth.

"Aha, there you are." He opened his mouth in a wide smile, the chips falling to the floor. He closed the doors to the cabinet and started to walk towards the teen. "You must be Marcus," He talked fast and had a british accent. "hello sorry I've come so very late but I wanted to come here and just say, Merry Christmas!" He spread his arms out wide.

Mark said nothing as he gaped at the man, he had never really been into those British shows that Phil, Amy or Abby would watch. But he knew the mad man with a box when he saw him. "I'm sorry, but-"

"Oh! Of course!" He interrupted. "I'm the Doctor."

"Doctor who?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" The Doctor smiled as teased the teen. He turned around and opened the fridge. "Now, before we start, I require a slice of watermelon, the knowledge of your middle name, your fathers full name, the date of your birth, and some whip cream."

"Oookay." He waved off his concerns about a complete stranger in his house and received the food The Doctor requested. They sat down at the table, The Doctor spraying the canned whip cream in his mouth before the watermelon.

"Now, he said in between mouthfuls. "Your fathers name?"

"Bruce." Mark answered simply.

"Your middle name?"

"Robert."

"Why is it that?"

"It's my father's name."

"Ah!" The Doctor pointed a finger at Mark. "You just said his name was Bruce."

"People call him that."

"Why not Robert? Robert's a fine name, why not call him Robert? Or Rob?"

"I don't know! People just call him Bruce."

"Alright, alright. Now, what is your date of birth?"

Mark put his feet up on the table and glanced down a the wood floor. "Would you like the guesstimate, or the one where everyone just goes along with."

"You don't know your own birthday?" The Doctor squinted at him, leaning across the table.

"Does it matter?"

"No, but tell me the thing that everyone goes a long with."

Mark looked at the clock on the wall, a little past one thirty. "Today."

"Ah! Wonderful! All the more reason I'm here. Come with me." He grabbed the boy's wrist, dragging him out of the chair (he did not collapse, he tripped over the chair leg) and into the living room. A large blue Police Box stood in the middle of the room.

"Whoa." Mark gaped.

"I know." Doctor smiled widely, almost proudly. "It's called the TARDIS. It can go anywhere in time or space. Which, is why I am here. Stay." He pointed a finger at Mark before pushing open the door.

From the glimpse that the teen saw inside of the box, it was rather roomy.

The Doctor emerged from the box, carrying a small golden figurine of a twelve legged horse. "Here." He held the horse out to Mark. "Picked up in the world of Aesir, tall man, black hair, marvelous chin structure. Told me to give it to you next time I go by Earth."

"Um, thanks. I guess." He took the statue awkwardly from The Doctor's hands.

"No bother," The time lord started towards the TARDIS and shouted back to Mark over his shoulder. "now Merry Christmas. Be a good boy, respect your parents, do your homework, stay in school and happy birthday!"

The door shut and not much later the TARDIS slowly faded away. Mark was left gaping with a strange statue, a kitchen to clean and quite a story.