Doctor Who/Teen Wolf Crossover: Running Out Of Time

To Look At Pretty Paintings

The Doctor and Stiles worked together steering the ship. Running around the controls, pushing buttons and turning and pulling levers some at the same time or in different sequences that they would only able to do once there was two of them.

Scott didn't understand it all, how did they know what would help and what to try? Their hands going over the controls quickly and proficiently.

The werewolf wondered if it was because they had been taught or because they were Time Lords.

Stiles hadn't controlled one of these in many years yet he seemed to know automatically what to do.

Finally the TARDIS starts to respond, rumbling as it did so.

It was saying something, whatever it had said was kept between the brothers as they just glanced at each other as the rumbling stopped, an unspoken language that Scott could never grasp.

The Doctor let out a grin as he was about to pull down a lever.

This was it.

"And we're off!"

He pulled it down and the TARDIS shook and started to make that noise it makes when it lands or departs.

The noise was oddly comforting for Scott and made him smile.

The werewolf gave a laugh of relief as they finally moved away from the black hole.

He almost wanted to give the black hole a wave of goodbye.

Stiles pulled the screen up, expecting to see the figures telling him they were going back to Beacon Hills, back to earth.

They were going back to earth but... not where Stiles had in mind.

"Why are we going there?" He demanded, hostility in his voice, turning to the Doctor.

The Doctor didn't say anything for a while still steering the ship.

"Brother" Stiles growled warningly.

Scott wished he could read that screen but all he could see was lots of numbers.

"What's going on? Where is he taking us?"

The Doctor ignored Scott's question, looking intensely at Stiles.

"You wanted to know why I did it, what really happened to our people, our planet. I... am taking you somewhere where I can explain"

Stiles eyes narrowed but before he could get a word on the Doctor carried on hurriedly "This isn't an excuse and you hate me all you want after. I-I just want to show you what happened that night"

Stiles glanced at the screen again, making sure that he wasn't reading it wrong.

He said with pure disbelief " And this place will help you do that?"

The Doctor didn't answer, only concentrating on controlling the ship.

"We're not here to look at pretty paintings" Stiles sneered.

"Actually we are..." He replied with a sigh.

"What are you talking about?! This isn't funny!"

"I know, you'll find out soon enough. I promise" The doctor added frowning "Maybe you'll even find a meaning to your life. It did help for a while but... I'm still alone"

He added this time more warmly "Though Scott is right, I'm not any more"

Stiles just shook his head in disbelief and still looked incredibly hostile to this all.

Scott groaned, getting fed up with there talks which he had no clue what it was about "Guys! I know I am not a Time Lord but I am still here with you and being dragged along for the ride, where are we going?!"

Stiles crossed his arms and raised his eye brows at the Doctor as he replied sarcastically "Apparently we are going to the National Gallery, in London to look at pretty paintings"

I won't be able to update tomorrow or on Sunday so I thought I might as well update this now, didn't really want to wait two more days to upload this x though I'll be back on schedule again on Sunday, hope you all have great day! Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think xx