Bow Ties and Garden Lies

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It was a day like any other. Wake up. Get dressed. Go to work.

You arrived back at your small but neat townhome at 4 o' clock sharp, exhausted and ready for a well-deserved after work nap. You set your handbag down, rubbing your eyes and walking to the kitchen to fix yourself something to drink. You opened the fridge, hoping it had magically stocked itself while you were gone.

Nothing.

You sighed and pulled out a small pitcher of iced tea, placing it on the table and looking out the back window. Your backyard was small, but well kept. There were peonies and purple irises lining a small garden stocked with fresh tomatoes, cucumbers and peppers. You decided you should go pick some as you poured your tea into a small glass. After taking a sip, you instinctively looked out the window again; a strange, screeching sound had startled you.

A blue telephone box had appeared right on top of your prized garden.

You smacked yourself on the forehead, "Good lord, I must be more tired than I thought.."

Shaking your head and sighing, you made your way outside with a basket for your vegetables, expecting the strange blue box to be gone. It wasn't. But worst of all, your garden was. There were juices seeping out from underneath the police box, the juices of what would have made a part of tonight's dinner salad. Your face heated up. Livid, you dropped your basket and banged on the door of the box, as if someone could possibly be inside the magically appearing structure.

"Hey! What's the meaning of this?! Open up this instant!"

You internally laughed at yourself, who was going to answer? You might as well just go back to the garden center and try to replenish what was lost...

Before you could finish the thought, the doors to the blue box cracked open, and a man stepped out. He was lanky, but had a framed jaw and floppy brown hair. A bow tie was around his neck, and he had suspenders beneath his tweed jacket. He was outdated... But cute?

"'Ello!" He chimed, smiling like a child at you and looking around your yard.

You were silent for a moment, speechless, rather, "How the HELL did you get this big box on top of my vegetable garden?!"

The man was taken aback, he looked hurt, until he looked down and grimaced, "Oh, were you growing those? I'm so sorry!" He placed his hands on your shoulders, "I'll make it up to you, promise. Now, do you suppose you could tell me which planet I happen to be on and when I've landed?"

You stared at the man in disbelief with your (e/c) eyes. "Earth.. 2015."

He brought his hands down and seemed to scold himself, "Well this certainly isn't, Fauna, the planet of greenhouses!" He paced away from you, gently resting a hand on his blue box. "Why would you take me here, old girl?" He pondered, then looked at you, "Right! What is your name, dear?"

You tilted your head, then sighed, more amused than upset now, "It's (y/n)."

"(y/n)! That's a brilliant name, that will do perfectly." He gripped your hand, "Let me show you something fascinating."

Skeptical, you looked at him, then gave into his sweet, pleading eyes. "Alright.. I suppose."

He brightened up significantly, then nearly pulled your arm off as he yanked you inside of his telephone box. "Welcome to my TARDIS! Time and Relative Dimension in Space." He cheered, twirling on one foot, and resting on what appeared to be a control panel, "She's a time machine, but can take me anywhere in space as well."

You stood in disbelief. Magically appearing blue boxes were one thing, but magically appearing blue boxes that were bigger on the inside? That was a completely different scenario. "My god.. It's.. Huge!"

The mysterious man grinned a very cheeky smile, "Isn't she?"

You slowly walked around the interior of the TARDIS, gently stroking the rails and running your fingers over the many buttons, switches, and strange contraptions inside.

"No, no no!" He grabbed your wrist and yanked it away from a lever, "you don't want to touch that."

You nodded and apologized, then looked at the tall, pale man, "This is amazing.. Who.. Are you?"

His green eyes sparkled, and he held his arms out, attempting to show himself off once more, "I'm The Doctor. A Timelord, if you will."

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 21, 2015 ⏰

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