Doctor Who fan-fic ch.1

On some planet far from anywhere you probably know about is a group of some weird alien race that can hop though time and space as if it were nothing. Now, if you were to meet one of these people they’d look as normal as you or me (or at least, I hope you’re normal…) but if you ever really get to know one of them you’d immediately know that they weren’t by the small facts that they have a cloaking device covered time-dimension-machine that they call the TARDIS, (This stands for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space) and also the fact that they have two hearts. This race was known as the Time Lords, which, although they sound like a great race, they all died in a great war… Well, all but one.
There was a machine-ish wining-wheezing sound as a police box went flying though space, the inside of which was much bigger than it would appear from the outside. Currently inside of it was the obvious owner busily working at some controls obviously trying to figure something out. Of course, this wasn’t any ordinary police box just as the owner wasn’t any ordinary person; although he would probably look as normal as you or me if you were to meet him, as would the police box look normal, (or at least as normal as a police box is to you) but after awhile you’d probably change your mind about that.
Actually, this man wasn’t alone on the TARDIS because after checking the controls for the umpteenth time a girl walked in and said, “So Doctor, do you know where we’re going, yet?”
This question got a glare from the person working the controls, (he was the person she was talking to mainly because he was the only one in the area and his name just happened to be Doctor. the Doctor, to be exact) before saying, “You know you already know the answer to that.”
“Okay, in that case, since you never seem to know where we’re going, I think I’ll just go check the next time we stop,” the girl returned.
Just then another guy “walked” in (if you can actually call a drunken walk walking) as he was shouting in a mumbled voice, “I’m… coming, too!”
The Doctor and the girl just stared at him.
“Jack, you’re in no condition to leave the TARDIS, yet,” she pointed out to the man as he suddenly hit the floor, “Maybe you can come next time.”
“But I wanna fight...” Jack wined.
The Doctor started smiling. “Actually, I think it might be a good idea for him to get some air.”
The girl stood there for a second. “Alright, since you are the oldest and possibly the smartest person in here…” she started.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” The Doctor interrupted, “Do you think Jack’s smarter than me?”
“No, I just don’t want to hurt the TARDIS’s feeling,” she said and then added, “…If the TARDIS has any feeling, that is.”
“Actually… I’m not quite sure on that…”
Finally, the engine stopped which also caused the wining-wheezing sound to stop.
“Oh, good!” the girl shouted as she helped jack back up on his feet, “Come on Jack, the Doctor says you should get some fresh air!”

Out on the very crowed streets of London, in the middle of winter might I add, was what might look to you as a celebration of some kind; which you would be correct on guessing that because most of England was actually there in celebration of the newest series of the fan-favorite, long running TV show known as Doctor Who, but not only that, they were also there because it was the show’s fiftieth year running on BBC from its start in 1963. Now this caused the current actor for the Doctor (for that’s the name of the main character) to wear the costume that the Doctor currently wears, whereas the actresses who plays his current partner on the show got to wear a winter coat and ton of other warm clothing.
“Would you like some tea, Doctor?” the actresses asked as she handed the actor a thermos of tea.
“Oh, ha ha, very funny,” the actor returned as he sipped his tea, “Actually I wouldn’t mind being a Time Lord right now.”
She sat down next to him remembering that he was actually quite cold in his costume. “At least it hasn’t snowed, yet,” she mumbled.
He sighed. “I don’t think winter is going to be my favourite season any more…”
She stood up in thought. “You know, we’re getting a long break before we have to go out there again, so why don’t you go down to that alleyway I showed you yesterday after filming. After all, a good walk might warm you up.”
He stared down at his tea. “I don’t know… All those fans are waiting for me to go out there, not to mention the Prime Minister herself!”
“Oh, stop worrying about the bloody Prime Minister!” she shouted back, “I’ll stall for you if I have to, for goodness sake! After all, the director should have been able to tell that you’ve needed a break for awhile now!”
He smiled slightly into his tea; if you didn’t know that she had a different personality than her character, you would have sworn that she was exactly like that. “Fine, I guess,” He said aloud, “It probably will do me a world of good to get away from all this PR work.”

Later in the alley in question, the actor was sitting on an abandoned wooden box next to one of the walls sipping at the thermos of tea. Actually, walking there did do him a world of good by getting him away from all the journalists trying to get something about what was going to happen in the next series for their reader(s) instead of waiting with all the other people till spring to find it out.  It was at that moment he could swear he heard a wining-wheezing noise that could have only been the engine of the TARDIS, which would be impossible because the show was fake… wasn’t it?
Before he could take some deep breaths and tell himself that he was probably just hearing it from the party down the street, the all too familiar police box slowly appeared into view, and a young-looking girl stepped out.
“Ah, there’s nothing quite like the sounds of the TARDIS,” she said as she helped a man who looked like he was somewhere between being drunk and sick.
The actor not only fainted but also somewhat screamed and dropped his thermos of tea in the process.