Chapter One: Hello There, I'm the Professor.
I was standing at my TARDIS console thinking about how badly I was starting to miss Johna... Brilliant young boy. Just before I let out a sorrowful sigh, my TARDIS throws a fit and jerks to the right.
"Oh, What's wrong, aye, fella?" my curious Scottish accent floats into the air as I shuffle through the controls trying to land him. My TARDIS stutters and sparks as I stumble around the console shuffling through the controls.
A few moments later, I manage to crash land him in present day London. My clothes are torn, wet, and raggedy, my TARDIS is burning and smoking, and all I could think about are carrots. Due to regenerating hours earlier. I climb out of my wrecked TARDIS realizing that he's on his side. I open the doors and stagger out to see a blonde six year old boy.
"Do you have any carrots?" I ask the young kid as I swing my legs over to the outside of the TARDIS. "I'm starving! Haven't eaten yet..." I jump to the ground with a painful thud.
"Who are you?" he asks me curiously. Of coarse, knowing me, I kneel down and smile.
"I'm the Professor."
"Professor who?" he asks me, curiosity filling his eyes by my sudden raggedy appearance.
"Just Professor." I look at him briefly and stand up, looking to my TARDIS. "Ohh... Look at you! Poor old fella.." I walk up to him and frown. "What's gotten into you, aye?" I softly lay a hand on the base of the wrecked ship.
"Why were you in that big blue box?" a curious English accent says from behind me. "And why are you talking to it?"
I turn to the kid with a simple, yet annoyed, smile. "It's a 'HE' not an 'IT", and he's my time machine." The boy stared at me with a weird, yet curious look on his face.
"Time travel?" he said curiously to me, peeking back to the big blue box. "Who are you? Really."
"I'm the Professor, we've already been there." Right on cue, my stomach growls. "Do you have any carrots?" I say trying to hush my stomach.
"Yes," he said taking my hand and leading me into the house. "Come along, Professor." I follow him, hoping that my TARDIS is okay.
"What kind of food do you like?" he asked going to the pantry. I was left there thinking.
"Carrots, you have any carrots?"
"Yes, what kind? We have baby carrots and the normal carrots."
"Baby carrots I'm not sure about my new mouth yet..." I say looking around for a towel. "Do you have a towel?" I ask realizing two things. One; I'm soaked, and two; I don't know this kid's name.
"Yes, its in that drawer over there." he points to the drawer as I pull out a small hand towel to dry my long black hair.
"What is your name?" I ask curiously.
"Jamie Smith." he says as he hands me a small bowl of carrots. I smile as I take a carrot.
"Ahh, carrots." I bite one and chew it. The taste was awful! I spit out the chewed bits and frown. "Ugh! What was that?!" I say annoyed as I stare down at the half eaten carrot.
"Carrots. That's what you wanted."
"I hate carrots. Carrots are rubbish!"
"But you said-" I cut him off by walking to the fridge.
"I know what I need." I grab a small jar of pickles and walk toward the pantry looking for peanut butter. "Peanut butter and pickles." I turn around smiling down at him.
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Hello! As you have read this you probably get that this is my own spin-off of Doctor Who, and if you have more questions my instagram is official_professor_who. Thanks for reading! :)
~Lindsey
