Collision Course (HP - Doctor Who) BOOK 1

End of the Year

Hey guys! Like I said, this is the last chapter of the book. Enjoy it, or why the hell are you still here? 15 chapters in? Really? You really that bored? *ahem* Anyway, on with the chapter.

PS. It's now after the Doc got married to Elizabeth I. I think he would've gone to visit Donna again by now. Carry on!

Thinking

Doctor's POV

I was still working on the cure to Lycanthropy. The road was a rocky one, but, somehow, I was beginning to make it work.

"You know it's only just a week until the Summer holidays, right?" The Master asked me, as he sat down in an armchair the RoR conjured up for him.

"Wait, what? Damn, I've missed so many classes! What the hell!"
"You refused to come out of this room. I literally had to bring half the staff up here to prove you weren't dead or something last week!"

"Oh.. the students must be gossiping all the time if they were so bad after about a month."
"Don't. Don't even mention it. Seriously, I only get about 25 minutes to teach every lesson, and it isn't much better for the rest of the staff. Please tell me you're making some progress!"

"More than I expected to. Want me to explain?"
"Do I have a choice?" He deadpanned, and as I was about to object, I realised I probably would've told him either way.
"Fine, go ahead."

"Alright! So basically, it's slightly reminiscent of a rash that flares up under certain conditions, like allergies, too much heat, things like that, except it's that the cells trick the brain into thinking that their human form couldn't handle the full moon."

"I think I'm beginning to see. Go on."
"That makes the brain force the cells to shift, that's why most muggles die, if not already from bleeding out: they simply don't have the capability to do such a thing. Muggles that can are mostly descended from squibs and have a strong enough magic core to somewhat manage it, though it's far more painful and has a much greater effect on the mind and body."

"And you figured this out from a blood sample?! How? I know us Time Lords are advanced, but that seems like a bit of a stretch."

"When you have unlimited time and equipment, it's shockingly easy, actually. I detected some strange cells about a week in, though they were really quite small, honestly, so anyway, I ran some more scans and it seemed that they were designed to warn the brain about something- obviously the full moon. From that, the rest wasn't too hard to figure out. I do wish I could have an assistant, but one of us needs to hold up the classes."

"I.. see. So you're working on a cure?"
"Yup. It's coming along nicely, but I think I'll need another month to perfect it. Next week I might have a prototype to try, but I'll have to see about that when I get there. How are you holding up, with the classes and all? It can't be easy." He shook his head.

"I can't wait for the holidays. They constantly ask me questions I can't really answer, like 'when is the Doctor coming back?' 'Why has he been gone so long?' It's getting harder and harder to resist sending them out to Skaro with a sign saying 'Hey! Daleks! We came here to spy for the Doctor!'" He groaned.

"Well, don't do that, else I send you out there with them. Would it help if I showed up to meals today?" My friend looked ready to faint from relief.

"I'll take that as a yes, then." I chuckled and swung a bag over my shoulder full of bananas.

Can you blame me? They're delicious. As long as I'm careful to stay out of the Potassium Poisoning range. Imagine that on a tombstone!
'Here Lies the Doctor, who died from eating too many bananas.' I couldn't help but share the thought with everyone I passed that day.