Doctor who and the Andrix

Chapter 2- the walkout

"Well? Don't leave me waiting. Are there more of you?"

"Well, sir, from my observations, I can confidently say yes." Antoine stared at the road not 10 feet away from the Doctor. Another hand was reaching out from the middle of the road. Antoine took a half step back and stood in the Doctor's shadow.

"Well, well, here we go again eh. Maybe it'll be a surgeon, or maybe a vet? Oh, I know! It's got to be a musician." The Doctor spoke quickly and seemed amused by the whole situation.

"Sir, it could be dangerous." A small smile lifted his face and his eyes twinkled with amusement while he tried to figure out what was happening.

"Yes. Isn't that amazing? It's like a guess-the-career game. Who'll show up next?" Said the Doctor excitedly. A soft rumbling sound filled the empty alleyway. The Doctor's attention fixed on the hand as he took a few steps forward. Suddenly the hand started to grow longer. Its fingers grew and snaked up to the stars, and its palm grew upwards on a long snake-like arm. It wiggled up to the sun and twirled around in the air. Soon it was almost as tall as a tree when it coiled down and became a huge blob of skin coloured gel. Then it took the rough shape of the human bones, like the skeleton before it expanded and flicked through the nerve system, organs, muscles, and flesh so quickly that Antoine couldn't see, but the Doctor could.

There was a faint squeezing sound as the bones quickly became human. The thin top layer of the skin coloured itself into a long black coat, with silver buttons all around the collars and sleeves. A white frilly shirt covered all the skin under the coat and a white tie hung around his neck. His hair was a slightly shorter, darker shade of curly brown than Antoine's. "You- I remember you. Your- "

"Robert Hooke. And who-"

"You people. All you do is interrupt me. That is rude you know." The Doctor said properly confused, "just because you invented the single-lens microscope that can magnify a cell up to 200 times its original size, or you named the first cell in all of human history doesn't mean you better than anyone else and it certainly does not mean that you get to ruin my fun." The Doctor said visibly annoyed. His Scottish accent was clear and exasperated. "I am a big fan of your work though. Even if you should have been dead hundreds of years ago." He added happily. After all, who could be sad about meeting two of the most important scientists in the history of Humankind?

A crunching sound was made audible around the trio as several hands grew up from the ground at once. A crescendo of roars sounded as the hands grew mouths and popped out of the ground without the snake of flesh behind them. The hands scuttled across the ground like crabs and sharp pointed teeth grew out of the hand's palm, forming a mouth. "And this is the part where we run." The Doctor grabbed both the scientist's hands and ran full pelt towards the TARDIS.

"I hardly think that this is acceptable behaviour from a doctor. You act like a mad man." Said Robert irritably. "This is unacceptable. I order you to stop and take your hand off me right this instant." The Doctor ignored him and tightened his grip and replied testily.

"Well, welcome to my world. I have a friend and I'm sure she would love to meet you."

"Ah, a woman. Now, just to be clear. She's not a witch?" said Antoine politely. The Doctor half-smiled. His head went back to when had gotten Clara to call to him through a portal and him pretending she was a witch.

"Not sure yet, still trying to figure her out."

"What is that supposed to mean?" yelled Robert. The Doctor ignored him as he continued to run right up to the wooden doors. "Clara!" he yelled, "Clara open the doors!"

"I can't genius! You locked me in!" Clara yelled back.

"Oh yeah! Sorry about that." The Doctor replied his voice was dripping with sincerity. He whipped out his sonic screwdriver and pointed it at the doors once more. Just like that, the doors swung open with a soft swoosh. "Come on boys."

"There is no way that I am getting in a box that small with you, or him, or her." Robert protested.

"Okay then, you can just stay out here and die then. Not a problem for me." The Doctor replied absent-mindedly. After all, the Doctor doesn't have time for rude idiots who disrespect him. "And what about you?" he turned and looked at Antoine.

"Sir, I think that I will be getting in the box, but if you could, please explain to me how we're all supposed to fit in there?" Antoine questioned loudly.

"Trust me. Just get in the box," said the visibly irritated Doctor. Antoine grabbed Robert's arm and pulled him into the TARDIS. "Watch this, these guys think you're a witch." The Doctor whispered to Clara.

"Oh, great. Why am I always the witch?" Clara replied in a huff. At that moment, the two scientists made sounds of great excitement and confusion. Loud wows could be heard from inside the Police box.

"Well, you're a girl and these guys are from the times of witch hunts. That's all the evidence they need."

 "Don't you ever lock me in the TARDIS again," Clara said menacingly. The doctor glanced at her before going into the TARDIS. He knew that he would do what he could to keep her safe, no matter what.