The Chronicles of the Time Skippers (A Doctor Who FanFic/Spinoff)

Professor-McCorrects-Alot Meets Vincent and Sasha

" This experience I am currently experiencing is terribly uncomfortable," The Professor stated as he stared at his glowing hands. "I have had better experiences."

He watched as his wrinkled hands slowly grew smooth and vibrant. His explosion of regenerative energy had just passed, and now he was growing a new face-- a younger one, it looked like. He pulled on his new bangs and inspected the color. Not ginger. What was it about Timelords not being ginger?

He heard a book thud to the floor behind him. He turned and meekly smiled at the two young adults behind him. The girl looked at him in awe, jaw hanging to the floor if her skin would let it. The male drew in a sharp breath.

"Dude, you just changed your face..."

"Timelord. It's our curse. Wait a second, what are you doing here? This is a boarding school for girls!"

"Um, I work here. I assist you in the library?"

The Professor scratched his head. "Remind me. Who are you?"

"Vincent..."

"Ah! Vincent! That's right!.... Who are you?"

Vincent smacked a hand to his face. "I shelve the books you throw to the floor..."

The Professor took his sonic device and scanned the two strangers. She was human, but the male...

"Well, really, the machine you are inside shelves the books. You just pilot the Tesseract. Isn't that right?"

The look on Vincent's face revealed all. The Professor leaned in and stared into the eyes. "So who are you, really?"

"I suppose that is for another time..."

The girl perked up. "OMG! I can't believe this! I love Great Britain! They have everything! I gotta write this down!"

She opened a notebook she was holding and began to scribble furiously, laughing at what she was writing. The Professor stared at her for a couple of moments before turning to Vincent. 

"I suppose we both are unemployed now, what with the school being destroyed and all."

Vincent stood, not blinking as Tesseracts did. He wondered how many workers were inside. Normally the Tesseracts held thousands, but occasionally one could be found that carried less than one hundred workers. The corner of the mouth lifted, indicating a smile.

"I suppose you are just going to wander, then?"

The Professor slowly nodded. "Yes, I suppose."

"Where is your companion, then? Don't you have some poor sap to drain the life out of?"

"You mean, someone like you?"

There was a silence as the pilot processed what was just said. "Pardon?"

"You could come with me, if you would like. The invitation extends to this young lady here, as well, should she please."

The girl looked up and smiled. "My name is Sasha, in case you were wondering."

"Not really."

Sasha gazed at the paper in her hands and furrowed her brow. She mumbled to herself. "I think this calls for a rant..."

She began to angrily write. The Professor blinked. " I am just making a conjecture here, but I take it you are not coming?"

She looked up at him and glared. "Oh, I am coming. I need new material to rant about. So far, you have proven quite inspiring."

"Thank you."

"Um, that wasn't a compliment," Vincent whispered.

"Well, everyone, onward! My TARDIS awaits!" The Professor clicked his heels and took off down the rubble filled hall, Vincent and Sasha following closely behind.

"About that, where did you park it?"

"Out back. It blends in perfectly."

"You parked it with the dumpsters? Why?"

"I suppose you will see."

The Professor awoke from his dream and rubbed his eyes. Vincent was staring at him strangely, which suggested the pilot was asleep. The Professor reached over and flicked Vincent's nose, stirring the pilot awake.

"I'm up, I'm up!"

"Vincent, I just had the strangest dream."

"You too? What was yours about?"

"Sasha. Do you remember what happened to her?"

"We left her in Ohio, rememeber? There was that incident with the Silent?"

He remembered. The poor girl had nearly gone mad, so the Professor had to wipe he rmind of all memories starting with the boarding school. He had hoped there was another way. Vincent and Sasha were his dear friends, after all.

"You mentioned you had a strange dream, Vincent. What was it?"

"I dreamed the antibodies stopped trying to get through the door."

"That would be strange. Is the door holding up?"

"Yeah. But I am afraid that eventually they will get through. I can hear them, you know. Why that glitch had to go and happen, I have no idea."

"I would sonic you if I could, you know. But I could end up killing you. And even trying to transport you out of there could fail."

"It's not so bad, though. It could be worse."

"And how is that?"

"I could be utterly alone. You could leave me to await my death alone."

"I promise, Vincent Williams-Pond, you won't have to worry about that happening ever."