Doctor Who Imagines

How You Met

9th Doctor: It was a somewhat normal day. Work was busy, as usual. Sometimes waiting tables in a small diner seemed like the only thing you'd ever do with your life. But, that all changed when a man in a leather jacket ran in, declaring that everyone needed to leave, as quick as possible.

"What's happening?" You asked the man as everyone just stared at him.

"Daleks. Everywhere!" He huffed. "Now, if you wouldn't mind, please get out."

"Are those the pepper pots?" You were intrigued by the odd man. You couldn't help it!

"Yes. Exactly. Very deadly. Now out!"

"Why are they coming to a diner?"

"Are you always this stubborn?" He glared.

"Sometimes," you smirked. "But fine. Everyone out! Place is closed."

The costumers mumbled amongst themselves as they all filed out of the small building. You were still watching the strange man pace back and forth, muttering to himself. Soon only the two you of remained. You jumped when he suddenly brought his hand down on one of the tables.

"Ah ha! The Doctor," he introduced quickly, a grin on his face, "I'm going to save the day!"

"Good for you, Superman," you joked, crossing your arms.

"The Doctor," he corrected.

"That's not a proper name."

"What's yours, then?"

"[Y/N]. [Y/N] [Y/L/N]," you held out a hand, but he was to busy messing with some sort of tool to notice.

"Nice to meet you, [Y/N], [Y/N] [Y/L/N]," he said holding out a hand as cries of extermination filled the air, "Run!"

10th Doctor: "Excuse me, can you tell me what day it is?" a man asked, making you turn around. You were walking home from a rough day at school, and the last thing you needed was someone to bother you.

"Monday," you informed, trying to walk off again.

"Right. What month?"

"Have you been living under a rock?" you got a good at the man. He was wearing a brown pinstripe suit, white trainers and a tan trench coat. You had to admit, it worked really well on him.

"No. It's more of a box," he gave you a grin, sticking his hands in his pockets.

"Right...it's September 6th, 2015," you pulled your backpack closer.

"Ah," he nodded, "And what's your name?"

"[Y/N]," you informed. For some reason, you felt like you can trust him.

"Lovely name," he smiled, walking next to me. "How was your day, [Y/N]?"

"I don't want to be rude, but who are you? And why are you following me?"

"I'm the Doctor, hello," he gave you a smile, "And you looked down. I figured I could cheer you up."

You looked down, "Why? Don't you have anything better to do? A girlfriend to see or something?"

"Nothing more important than this," he said, looking ahead, "Now, what's gotten you so down in the dumps?"

"School. Well, not school...I like the learning bit. Not necessarily the other students," you sighed, shaking your head, "Why am I trusting you?"

"Because I can be trusted," he said simply.

"And how do I know that?"

"You don't. But I've got no reason to lie to you."