Doctor who and the Andrix

Chapter 1- People are so Rude Sometimes

A loud vwoorping sound filled the empty sidewalk. The sound started soft but started to build quickly as a large vibrant dark blue box started to materialize out of nowhere. The box had a wooden texture and a small sign fitting on one of its many squares. It read 'Police Telephone, free for use of public, advice and assistance obtainable immediately, and officers and cars respond to all calls, pull to use'. The roof of the box had a thin black and white label just under it saying, 'police telephone'. One of the wooden doors on the blue police box opened. Its hinges didn't make a noise as it opened outward, into the world.

"And here we are! Transylvania" and after a small pause " No, wait." Said an old-looking man with white-grey hair. He turned to the nearby tree and grabbed one of the leaves before sniffing it and licking it. "This isn't Transylvania, it's London! Why are we in London?" he turned to the wooden box. "Come on, we're not even close! I wanted to introduce Clara to Dracula!"

Right on cue, a female with red-brown hair appeared. "Wow. London, again. Does your box ever go where you need it to?" Her voice was irritated. And deeply amused. The man looked offended.

"My box takes us where we need to go, not where we want to go. Now, TARDIS, why here? What's so special about here? It's just the same old London! Nothing exciting ever happens in London." The old man turned and grabbed a small, thin, silver object out of his pocket. The blue decorations covered the pen-like structure of the metal thing as the old man waved it around the place. He continued to speak "Only ." The man stopped waving the metal pencil around and turned it onto its side where the was a small screen.

"Yeah. Only. Anything on the sonic screwdriver?" The woman asked quickly.

"Oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Clara, back in the box." The man had a look of worry on his wrinkled face.

"What is it, Doctor? The Sontaran? Daleks? Normal interaction?" A small tinge of worry was evident in Clara's voice.

"No. It's not 'normal interaction'. I can have a normal conversation with someone if I want, it's just that we are usually running for our lives or saving some idiots who got themselves in trouble. And I do interact with people, just not humans because humans are always getting themselves in trouble and need me to save them. And speaking of which-" Clara's smile silenced the Doctor in the middle of his rant. He pointed at her. "Shut up." He said with a slight smile on his lips. Clara's smile only grew wider as she turned and went back towards the box. She stopped just before the doors and waited.

"Aren't you coming?" She called out.

The Doctor turned and walked away from Clara in the middle of the empty alleyway. Graffiti flew past his eyes as he walked down the street, but he still managed to read every word without a problem. The words 'Bad Wolf' made him smile for a second before he blocked the memory. He would not remember her. The ground was rough from the road they stood on. The Doctor clicked his fingers and the open door of the Tardis closed with a soft bang in the distance. Clara had a slightly worried face while she ran after the Doctor. "What is it? Doctor? What's wrong?" The Doctor's eyebrows crumpled as he looked at her from the corner of his eye.

At that moment, a hand shot out of the earth. It made all the ground around it shake as it grew up and up. "Clara, TARDIS. Go." Clara turned and started to run towards the TARDIS before coming back and grabbing the Doctor's arm.

"I'm not about to abandon my role as your carer just because there's a hand in the road."

And just like that both the Doctor and Clara ran quickly back to the TARDIS. With a click of his fingers, the Doctor opened the blue wooden door again. He waited until Clara was inside before closing the door quickly and holding it shut. For an old man, he was rather strong. Clara hammered on the door. "Doctor, don't you dare. Open the door. Doctor!"

The Doctor turned and pointed the sonic screwdriver at the door handle and an audible click sounded. "Doctor! Get back here right now! This is not how friends treat each other!" the Doctor continued to move away from the TARDIS and back to the hand in the road with a heavy heart. Clara sure knew how to guilt him into rethinking, but he let his guide him. When he got there the hand had been replaced by a human. He was on the taller side and a healthy weight. He had curly brown hair that reached his shoulders and wore a black baggy shirt with a white tie and a robe over it all.

"I know you!" The Doctor said excitedly. "Where do I know you from?"

"Sir- "

"I know that I've been meaning to meet you, but I can't remember your name! Think, think, think." The Doctor continued, ignoring the man completely as he slowly paced in a wide circle.

"Sir- "

The Doctor continued to ignore him. "It's a long name, 11 letters in the surname. 11 is a great number you know. Wait, I know" The Doctor smiled "You're Anto-"

"Antoine van Leeuwenhoek. And who in the blazes do you think you are?"

The Doctor's face dropped "I was going to- how come I always get interrupted?" He turned back to Antoine. The Doctor smiled. "I'm the Doctor. And this is." He turned to introduce someone when he stopped. "Oh, right. I locked my carer in the TARDIS. Come on then!" and just like that the Doctor turned and walked back to the TARDIS with Antoine following.

"Sir, I hardly think that this is acceptable behaviour. Can you explain to me why I am here?"

The Doctor stopped his brisk walk and turned to Antoine.

"Well, that is thequestion, isn't it? And is there more of you?"

fernweh – will to travel.

sturmfrei – freedom of being alone.

Nacarat – orange-red colour, like a sunset.