When the TARDIS finally stopped and stood in silence, Lila remained firm on her grip on the railing as her legs trembled from the rumbling within the TARDIS. Theodore trying to use the console, but to no avail, as it's refusing all command, no matter how much he tried every trick his father taught him.
Unable to bring them back, Theodore uneasily looked towards Lila as she finally unhanded the railings, her legs still trembling while she tried walking.
She jumped when the door opened on its own and looked towards Theodore for guidance as she's out of her element.
Theodore stepped away from the console as he's trying to answer his own question, only for him to respond with, "It needs me."
Some reason, the TARDIS came to him, but he doesn't think it's because he looks like his father. It's too smart to become confused that easily and it would've gone to his father, no matter where he went, rather than badger Theodore.
It's rather obtuse to a human, but the TARDIS doesn't just show up anyone. It only shows up for those that matched signatures in its database as potential candidates, of sorts.
The tradition started after his father gave up traveling. He wanted the idea that, he's still traveling, but a different coat of paint, so-to-speak. He made up the idea that he's eternal, ever changing, but always there, no matter what, and it's what he stuck with.
He made sure that the TARDIS doesn't just pick someone random off the street and turn them into the next iteration of the Doctor. There's methods of which it uses to sort out the appropriate candidate for the job.
The TARDIS, in its infinite ways, knows how to gauge and find the perfect one, and it's a matter of how the chosen person reacts to having been picked by the machine.
If you told someone that a machine picked you as the one to helm it, to go through time and space, dealing with challenging enemies and dangerous adventures, they'd think you're mad.
Of course, that's the idea.
His father's shamelessly known for his random outbursts, it's no different from his successors.
You'd have to be extraordinary mad to go into a machine and have it brought you wherever you're needed, knowing that you might never return home for a long time.
Hence, why the TARDIS searched out people to helm it, knowing that they're perfect for the job, and that's where the dilemma starts.
It showed up in Theodore's life, no one helming it, bent on capturing him and accidentally, Lila, trying to force him into the job, one way or another, and it's stubborn that it won't take "no" as an answer. He can't use the console because it locked him out of it until he gives it an answer it likes.
Very forceful, for a reason, his father's adamant that he didn't want the concept of the Doctor dying. Without a Doctor, hope's lost in the worlds at large, and without that hope, all's lost, something his father wanted to avoid at all cost.
Unfortunately, this in return meant that Theodore's hounded by the TARDIS bent on him helming it, whether he likes it or not. That said, he doesn't know how to think of this other than Hammond's not going to like it one bit and neither their sister.
His hands tied, it left Theodore in a situation he's unsure how to maneuver.
Their father's sure that the TARDIS wouldn't come back after sending it away, with enough people, it's astronomical that it'd pick Theodore. Even with his heritage.
"What do we do?" Lila jolted him from his deep thoughts as he stared at her, weary as she looked towards the opened door, afraid of going near it on the account she didn't know what the TARDIS planned next. For all she knows, it would've left them as soon as they stepped through the doorway outside. Wherever that be. Then, they're stuck in a situation, where they can't get home. That's not exactly something Lila's able to explain away.
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The Bizarre Adventures of Doctor Who
FanfictionIt's never easy stepping into the shoes of the Doctor-more when you're his son-and so, begins the tale of Theodore Levy Smith. The son of the Doctor. Or specifically, his second son. His father's the progenitor of the title and it'd seem that the ti...