A overview of the life of Students at the prestiges Fandom Academy. Life is simply until the works of the rival school, Reality Institute begin to unravel the very basis that holds their lives together.
9:15 am, Science and Technology Suite, Room 10 with The Doctor
"Late!" Gup exploded through the front doors of the Science and Technology Suite with his satchel swinging wildly from his shoulder. The lobby was almost completely empty of students. Gup was a ridiculous tall boy with black hair under a pair of red goggles. He was wearing a white T-shirt, khaki pants with a blue waistband and black armored boots. He was also wearing a yellow and black scarf, marking him as a wizard. He glanced down at his schedule as he moved toward the turbo lift. He abruptly wheeled around and ran down the hallway across the turbo lifts. "Room 10. Room 10." He muttered under his breath as he scanned room numbers, flying passed them. He finally skidded to a stop and paused for a second to catch his breath. Then he opened the door and stuck his head in. The entire class stared at him and a man in a blue suit with spiky brown hair and converse smiled at him.
"Hello, can I help you?" The man was british and Gup smiled nervously.
"Is this Physics?" The man nodded and crossed his arms, leaning against his desk.
"Yes! You must be Gup. Why don't you come in and take a seat in the..." The man looked around the room. "Yes, I think in the back would be best." Gup entered the room and sheepishly sat down at a table in the back. There was no one else at his table but everyone else had one more person at the small tables. "Okay! As I was saying, I am the Doctor. I will answer to Doctor or Doc because most of you are american. I will not, however, answer to Mister Doctor. A girl in the front row raised her hand.
"Sorry, Professor, Doctor, sir, but Doctor Who?" The Doctor laughed and beamed.
"That question always makes me laugh. I just go by Doctor."
"Ok. Sorry, Doctor, Sir."
"Sir, why did you choose to teach Physics?" The Doctor sighed.
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He looked around the class. "I hope you are all taking this down." The class laughed and more of the nervous energy dissipated. Gup relaxed and pulled a slinky out of his bag. It was full of random, little things like that.
"Is it true that you're married to Professor Song?" A hunter asked. The Doctor rubbed the back of his neck.
"Yes, and no. It's rather complicated. She is married to me in the future." The hunter blinked.
"Come again." The Doctor grinned.
"Professor Song and I meet in certain points along both our timelines. But she's traveling backwards and I'm traveling forward. She is married to my future regeneration." The hunter messed with her pencil and turned to the hunter sitting next to her.
"This is almost as hard to keep up as how many time Mister Winchester has died." The Doctor laughed.
"And the fun part about that statement, is that it doesn't matter which Winchester you are discussing." All of the hunters grinned. Gup raised his hand.
"Is it true that you are a Timelord? And you have a TARDIS?" Three of the wizards broke into giggles but The Doctor just nodded and smiled at the tall boy.
"Yes. I am a Timelord from the planet Gallifrey." All of the hunters leaned forward in their seats.
"You're an alien?" One breathed.
"I thought those didn't exist. I thought they were all ghost." Another mumbled under his breath.
"Well..." The Doctor scratched the back of his head. "I was rather the same way, but flipped. I thought only aliens existed and ghosts were all aliens." He leaned back against his desk again. "But..." He scrunched up his nose. "I had a very spirited conversation with Dean Winchester and we sort of both made each other believers."
"But sir," One of the tributes said hesitantly. "I don't think that either of those things are true." The Doctor nodded.
"And that's alright. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. I will not push the idea of outside life onto you students," He waved his hand vaguely at the whole class. "I'm sure Mister Winchester will not attempt to force you to believe in ghosts. Every teacher here has their own unique way of looking at the world and has their own set of personal beliefs. So do all of you students. That's what makes all of us just so..." He raised an eyebrow thinking of the right word then looking back at his students. "Us. That's what makes us, us." He glanced up at the clock. "That about wraps up our first class. I'll let you all leave early so you can find your classes." As everyone began to pack up their things, The Doctor's eyebrows shot up. "Oh! Does anyone need help in finding their next class?" Several students moved up to his desk and Gup continued to put his things back into his satchel. He left his schedule on his desk so he could figure out his next class and scooped it up as he slung his bag over his shoulder. "Mister Gup, a moment." The Doctor called from the front of the room. The last of the students filed out and Gup moved up to where The Doctor was standing.
"Yes, sir?" He asked, fiddling with the tassels on the end of his scarf. The Doctor smiled, disarmingly.
"Don't worry, you aren't in trouble. I was just wondering why you were late."
"Ohhhhhhh!" Gup's face flushed and he rubbed the back of his neck. "My family sort of has a history for being late to things. I set like eight alarms this morning and I still didn't get out the door in time. I was filling out for a roommate, then the bell rang and I'm a wizard so it's not that far away but I still had to run." Gup had a habit of talking quickly when he was nervous or excited about something. But The Doctor nodded, keeping up with his rapid pace.
"Alright, I guess that's as good excuse as any. I won't write you up today, since it's the first day. I'm late to a lot of stuff as well. You do know where your next class is, don't you?" Gup nodded and looked down on his schedule.
"Yep! Pop Culture with Mister Gabriel." He squinted and brought the paper closer to his face. "In room 378."
"Ohh..." The Doctor winced. "Gabriel is a bit... eccentric." Noticing the look on Gup's face, he quickly defended his statement. "He's not a bad teacher! But he is a bit to handle right off the bat. May I see your schedule?" Gup handed him the paper. The Doctor laughed as he read over the schedule. "Wow, you really did choose us weirdo's didn't you?" He handed the paper back to Gup. "I wish you the best of luck, Gup." Gup smiled and tucked the paper into his satchel.
"Thanks, Doctor!" He moved toward the door and was about to walk out when The Doctor called out after him.
"Mister Gup?" Gup stuck his head back into the room.
