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This chapter features the Eighth Doctor.
The still air on the isolated Japanese mountaintop was broken by a loud, wheezing groan. In the school's courtyard, an incongruous site was taking form as a blue police box emerged from nothingness. These boxes had once been in wide use in 1960s London, but were not something one normally saw nowadays, especially in such out of the way locales as the Yamanouchi school.
One lone graduate, standing tall in her form fitting black uniform, waited with her katana at the ready. She had seen many strange things in her short life, but never a blue box appearing out of nowhere. This had to be one of the supervillains Stoppable-san had faced off against.
As soon as the box was solid and the groaning noise ceased, one of the doors opened inward, and a man with a head of long, wavy brown hair peaked out.
"You are trespassing!" the young woman declared, her sword ready to strike. "State your business!"
"Hello!" the man said cheerily. "I'm the Doctor. Tell me, is Master Sensei about?"
The girl relaxed. "Hai, Doctor," she said, and sheathed her blade. Sensei had mentioned the Doctor on many occasions. She bowed. "Please, forgive my earlier hostility. One can never be too careful when a blue box appears out of thin air at a secret ninja school."
"All well and good," the Doctor replied. He stepped out, closed the door, and locked it. His dress was definitely eccentric. The coat, vest, and trousers he wore looked like something out of Edwardian England. "I say, you wouldn't be Yori, would you?"
The young woman could not hide her surprise. "I am. How do you know me?"
The Doctor gestured for her to join him in a stroll. "I first met you when you were very young. Of course, I looked quite a bit different back then. I was all teeth and curls and wore a scarf so long I'm surprised I never tripped over it. I gave you a handful of jelly babies when no one was looking."
"Apologies, Doctor," Yori said, "but I do not remember."
"Don't worry about it," the Doctor said with a smile. "I really shouldn't have popped in like I did then. There was another version of me running about, and I try not to encounter my past or future selves if I can help it." The Doctor smiled as he looked around. "This place looks much the same as it always has. It's good to see some things don't change too much."
"There have been times that we have had to rebuild," Yori told him. "But we try to restore the school to its original state. That is not always possible, though."
"Times change, and we must change with them, Yori," the Doctor said sagely. "No one knows that more than me."
They continued walking, and the Doctor noticed the rebuilding. "Did that Monkey Fist chap do all this?"
"No, Doctor," Yori replied. "Monkey Fist is now a stone statue after selling his soul to Yono the Destroyer. There was an alien invasion back in June. We are still rebuilding."
The Doctor stopped walking. "I missed an alien invasion? I'm losing my touch. Who was it this time? Daleks? Cybermen? Sontarans, perhaps?"
"Lorwardians," Yori answered.
The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "Really? Them? Big green fellows, right?"
"Hai," Yori replied.
"That's odd. Last time I saw them they weren't that dangerous. Sure, they were violent, but they were planet-bound. They hadn't developed the technology for space travel. Of course, that was centuries ago from their perspective."
"They first came some months before they attacked," Yori explained. "They found an American style supervillain named Dr. Drakken, and thought he was someone called the Great Blue."
"Oh dear," the Doctor said. "I think this whole mess may have been my fault. As I said, I visited their home planet a while back, and a bunch of Lorwardians were about to attack the TARDIS while my companion and I were in it. I got on the loudspeaker and tried to get them to go away."
"Your machine is this Great Blue?" Yori asked.
"Maybe partially. You see, my friend Peri got tired of this rather colorful coat I wore back then and got me to wear one that was solid blue. When the loudspeaker didn't work, I went out and had a chat with them. I was hot headed in that incarnation. I had a tendency to get a little, shall we say, animated when confronting someone. So, blue box, blue clothes, hot headed Doctor, and you may have gotten this Great Blue. Terribly sorry about that." He smiled. "I went back to the garish coat right after that and wore it until I regenerated."
Yori only smiled. "Sensei has said many times that his old friend the Doctor embodies unintended consequences."
"You'd think a Time Lord like myself would have a better grasp of cause and effect." He looked around some more and smiled. "I'm sorry actions of mine led to this place, and this entire planet, being targeted."
"Come, Doctor," Yori said. "Sensei is this way."
When they came to the dojo, Yori again bowed to the Doctor. "Please take off your shoes before entering."
The Doctor had already slipped one of them off. Even after all these years, that pair of shoes gifted to him by Dr. Grace Halloway still fit perfectly. "I know the drill." He stood up straight and returned the bow. "Thank you, Yori."
With that, the young woman went on her way, and the Doctor entered the dojo. On older man with a long, voluminous beard was going through a series of katas. Tai Sheng Pek Kwar was one of the rarest martial arts in the world, and definitely one of the most difficult to master.
That made the Doctor think back to the Venusian aikido he used to practice during his third incarnation. "You still never explained to me how a Chinese martial art like kung-fu found its way to Japan," he said.
Sensei stopped in mid motion, turned to the Doctor, and smiled. "My old friend!" he exclaimed. "Oh my, but you have regenerated again."
The Doctor looked down at himself. The last time he'd been here, he'd been in his fifth incarnation; a younger looking blond man in a cricketer's uniform. Over that he wore a jacket that had a stick of celery on the lapel (he'd met Yori a regeneration earlier, shortly after she first came to the school).
"On thirtieth of December 1999. I was gunned down in San Francisco in a gang shootout. You're looking well."
"Thank you," Sensei said. "Unfortunately, not all of us have the Time Lord ability of changing bodies when death is near. I only have the one. Sensei approached the Doctor. Although he didn't say anything, he recognized this body. "Tell me, my friend, why have you come?"
"Call it one last check in," the Doctor replied. "You see, I just dropped off my companions, and I'm checking on those I've travelled with in the past, as well as old friends."
"For what reason?"
The Doctor sighed. "War is coming, between my people and the Daleks."
Sensei nodded. He'd never seen a Dalek, but the Doctor had told him about them. They were mutants shaped like tentacled brains that had a single eye. They piloted travel machines that were slightly cylindrical, had a long eye stalk on the top, and a gun and a manipulator arm on the front of the case.
"I'd been telling Yori that sometimes I'm not good with cause and effect. This is one of those times. Years ago, I'd been sent back in time by my people to destroy the Daleks before they could arise, and now they're going after us for it, despite the fact that I intentionally failed that mission. The universe may end up as collateral damage. So, I came to say goodbye."
"Before you go off to fight," Sensei surmised.
"No. I'm not going to fight. I'm going to help those caught in the crossfire. There are enough soldiers. People will need not just a doctor, but the Doctor. The definitive article."
Sensei nodded. "Before you go, I have a favor to ask."
"Of course."
"I ask that you visit the ultimate monkey master. He is a young American named Ron Stoppable, and he lives in Middleton, Colorado. He is going to need you, and you are going to need him."
The Doctor cocked an eyebrow. "Why? What's going to happen?" He wasn't used to not knowing what was coming.
"Let me just say that, together, you and he will learn the answer to the question you asked me earlier, as well as many others."
"This tanks." Those two words had been the perfect way of describing Ron Stoppable's life since Kim came back from school in London. Ron looked over at Rufus, who was sitting on the coffee table, eating a piece of cheese.
Ron set his phone down after receiving yet another text from Kim, and read another cliché filled explanation for why she'd broken his heart. He was about to head upstairs when there was a knock at the door.
"Ugh," Ron groaned. He looked over at Rufus. "First she dumps me, then she won't listen when I tell her I don't want to talk about it!" He went and answered the door. Instead of Kim Possible he saw a man in Edwardian dress. "Uh, is there a costume party?" Ron asked.
The man laughed. "No," he said. "Are you Ron Stoppable? I'm the Doctor."
Ron cocked an eyebrow. "Doctor who?"
"Ah yes, my favorite question," the Doctor said. "May I come in? I'm here at Master Sensei's request."
There was a time when the Doctor would have judged Ron immediately upon seeing him, but that was back when he was younger. Nowadays he tried to give everyone a fair shake. This Ron Stoppable was unassuming, but that made the Doctor think there was something there beneath the surface. Besides, Sensei vouched for him.
"Uh, sure." Ron stepped aside. "Come in."
The Doctor eyed his surroundings. This seemed to be the average American middle-class home. He looked at Ron, then at the naked mole rat on the coffee table. "Hello," he said to Rufus, "I'm the Doctor. And you are?"
"Rufus," the hairless rodent squeaked.
"Nice to meet you, Rufus." The Doctor turned to Ron. "It's not very often you see naked mole rats above ground, and even rarer when they talk. Tell me, how do you keep him from getting too cold? Unlike other mammals, naked mole rats are not warm blooded."
"He usually hangs out in my pocket." Ron went over to the table and placed Rufus in his normal spot.
"That's good, especially for as cold as winters in Colorado can be. The snow outside is rather bracing today."
"Sure," Ron said quickly. "Why did Sensei send you?"
"Down to business. Good man. I've known your sensei for quite a while now. Around two hundred years from my perspective. For him it hasn't been nearly as long. Just a few decades."
"Okay, I'm done." Ron went for the door. "KP sent you as a way to distract me so she could waltz in here and try to smooth things over." He stopped for a moment, and finally realized the man had an English accent.
"Aw man! Wrong-sick!" Ron exclaimed.
"I beg your pardon?"
"You gotta be what, thirty-something? Maybe forty? Kim's been going to school in London! She said she met some guy there!" Ron's shoulders slumped. "She dumped me for a teacher." He shot the Doctor an accusing look. "And she broke her promise and told you about Sensei!"
"Ron, settle down," the Doctor said. "First of all, I don't know Kim, or KP, or whatever her name is, and I'm sorry your heart has been broken. Second, I am much older than thirty-something or forty. Third, I may sound English, but I'm not. I'm not even from Earth. And fourth, Sensei really is an old friend, and he did send me."
The Doctor approached Ron and put a hand on the younger man's shoulder. "Ron, I understand why you're skeptical. I would be too in your position. However, it will be easy enough for me to prove what I'm saying. My TARDIS is on your lawn. Let's go take a look, shall we?"
As soon as Ron walked out the front door, he was face to face with Kim Possible. He was both happy and angry to see her. "Ron, we really need to talk," she said.
"No, we don't!" Ron exclaimed. He'd heard the same thing from her ever since she got back from London. "You should have talked to me before you stabbed me in the back!"
Kim shrunk back a little. The Doctor took a good look at the jacket the redhead was wearing. It was black with a familiar logo: an image of the Earth with wings on either side, and the word UNIT. "You're part of the United Nations Intelligence Taskforce?"
"Unified Intelligence Taskforce now," she said, confused at who this man was. "There was a rebranding when Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart retired. I was recruited shortly after I started school in England."
A sad look crossed the Doctor's face. "I still can't believe he did that. Retirement isn't something that I thought the brigadier would be able to handle."
"Who are you?" Kim finally asked. "How do you know Allistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart?"
"Oh, sorry, I'm the Doctor," he said brightly. "The brigadier is an old friend."
"Wait, THE Doctor?" Kim was taken aback. "UNIT's old scientific advisor?"
"The very same."
"Why are you here with Ron?"
"Your…" the Doctor trailed off. He had to be more diplomatic than he normally was. "Friend? Is that the right word?"
"She's my treacherous ex-girlfriend," Ron growled. His tone of voice scared Kim. She'd never heard him this angry and hurt before, and it was all her doing.
"I need Ron's help, so we're going to take a trip. We won't be long." He strode over to the blue police box on the Stoppable lawn. "Come along, Ron," he said, unlocking the door.
"I need to talk to him, so I'm coming too," Kim declared.
"Sorry," the Doctor said sternly. "This is by invitation only, and you're not invited. Also, I need Ron focused, and he can't be that with you there. I'm sorry, Kim, but you're staying put."
There was something in the man's voice that unsettled Kim, so she backed off. Ron, uncertain about being in such a confined space with someone he didn't know, still walked into the box, just to get away from Kim. The Doctor followed.
When Ron entered the TARDIS, his mind was blown. What was before him was a sprawling wood paneled room with tall bookshelves. In the center of the room was a hexagonal console with a long transparent column. Within that column was a series of small tubes, some extending from the console and some from the ceiling, that looked like they would interlock.
"Holy cannoli!" Ron exclaimed. "It's bigger on the inside! How is it bigger on the inside?!"
"It's dimensionally transcendental," the Doctor said, "which means the interior is in a different dimension from the exterior, which is how it's so spacious compared to the outer shell. Ron Stoppable, welcome aboard the TARDIS."
Ron was gobsmacked, and Rufus wasn't any better. "Wha-what is this? I mean…" he couldn't finish his sentence.
"TARDIS, short for Time And Relative Dimension In Space. Basically, this is a time machine. It can take us anywhere we want to go in the past, present, or future. Right now, we're going to Japan in the year 338 CE."
"Why there?" Ron asked. "And why do you need me?"
"Because Sensei seemed to think you and I both needed to be there. I guess we'll both get our questions answered when we arrive."
The Doctor dashed to the console and started pressing buttons and throwing switches. "Hang on," he said. "We're about to get underway!" The small tubes in the central column started to rise and fall, and a loud groaning wheeze filled the air.
Outside the TARDIS, Kim heard the noise, and saw the blue box fade away. She closed her eyes and hung her head. She'd learned about the Doctor after joining UNIT. She knew Ron could be in terrible danger, and now she was cut off from him.
It's your own fault, she said to herself, and not for the first time. You should have known hurting him like that would drive him away, but there was just no way of knowing that someone like the Doctor would show up and whisk him off to who knows where.
Kim sighed, and then left. She could only hope that the Doctor would keep Ron safe.
Author's Note: warning, this is going to be lengthy.
Well hello, everyone. It's been a while, hasn't it? I think I finished my KP/Transformers mashup in 2017, so it's been six years. Since my last contribution, I've moved again, and finally nailed down regular employment, just not in the field I'd been in before. But hey, it's a job, and the benefits are good. So, why did I come back now?
Well, the 60th anniversary of Doctor Who was in November of 2023, and that is huge! I kind of wanted to do something for that. Also, over the summer I picked up a Doctor Who novel called Scratchman, written by Fourth Doctor actor Tom Baker, and it got my juices flowing. You see, when I was a kid, I was introduced to Doctor Who when it ran on a local PBS station, and Baker was my first Doctor.
I watched the runs of Peter Davison, Collin Baker, and Sylvester McCoy. I watched the 1996 TV movie with Paul McGann that ran on Fox, and then I watched the continuation starting with Christopher Eccleston when it aired on SyFy. From there I followed David Tennant, Matt Smith, Peter Capaldi, and to a lesser extent, Jodie Whitaker. The writing for her tenure was abysmal, and I think Chris Chibnal was the wrong choice for show runner. Whitaker deserved so much better than what she got.
That brings me to this mashup with Kim Possible. For starters, I'm going far out of my comfort zone by having Kim and Ron broken up. Some of that comes from a rabbit hole I fell down recently on Reddit. Specifically, the stupid way writers of The Amazing Spider-Man comics have kept Peter and Mary Jane apart. I stopped buying Spider-Man comics when the "One More Day" story came out and their marriage was retconned out.
A recent run had them get back together only for MJ to dump Peter for someone else in the most contrived and idiotic way possible. So, I've had something less contrived happen with Kim and Ron. More will be revealed as we go along, and we'll see what becomes of our favorite couple.
I'm using the Eighth Doctor here since he had very little screen time; the 1996 TV movie, the "Night of the Doctor" short in 2013 right before the 50th anniversary special that finally gave him a regeneration scene, and a cameo in Jodie Whitaker's final episode "The Power of the Doctor," which was really good. Will there be other incarnations shown? You'll have to wait and see.
Please enjoy this story. Hopefully, after a six year absence, I can still figure out the characters and their personalities. Time will tell.
-W