The Man with an Accent

Head full of questions

"Where are we?" Hynek felt that this formulation wasn't just right. "When are we?" Doctor was busy with his monitors and sensors, while his new companion bhobserved the beauty around him. Tardis showed the date and place. No need to answer the question.
"You're doing it again." Doctor stopped and came closer to Hynek. "I have a bad feeling that you are reading my mind all the time," Doctor's eyes was looking through Hynek's body, into the infinity. "You're literally mirroing me," Hynek started to realise that their mimics are becoming one.
"I've always been a good actor, to be honest..." confessed Hynek.
"Yes, comrade, you all as always been. You acting exactly the same, but why?" Doctor put on his glasses.
"You just put on your glasses, just like me, and you're blaming me for behaving like everyone else?"
"You're being clever, just like me, comrade, I'm starting to be derealised, actually, just like you... oh no... it happens to me as well." Glasses fell on the floor as their owner turned to the TARDIS monitors.
"Do you think that this state is only temporary? I mean," Hynek twirled his pen between his fingers.
"You, listen. I think that fusion of our minds gave us time, but you're also forcing me to behave like you Czechs. You're creative analytic. I'm creative analytic genius, four dimensional traveler, time lord and I serve the Soviet Union." Doctor cleared his throat. "That was obviously a joke. Nothing personal."
"It wasn't a joke, you started to give in the unknown influence."
"You're so weirdly and awkwardly right, plus your glasses are cool."
"Thank you, Doctor. Would you be so kind just tell me why did you come to me?"
Doctor's face turned into half smile. "The universe is huge, immense... but nothing can stop me from hearing calls for help."
Hynek tilted his head in confusion. "I actually haven't called for..."
"Sometimes I feel like your body was screaming for help because of how funny you sound. But that's not kind, I'm sorry, I can understand that it's actually my fault. Let. Me. Think..." Doctor spontaneously sat on the floor. So Hynek did.
"We haven't even worked out why are you so special. Why we met. I don't believe in coincidence. Who are you? Tell me something about you." Doctor quickly took Hynek's sketchbook, licked it, quickly looked at the pages, then teared out one page and prepared his own pen to write on it. Hynek comprehended.
"Eh, me... well... as I said, I'm Moravian," Doctor stopped him with a raised finger.
"I wasn't asking for the environment that is supposed to determine your identity, it becomes your second nature, didn't it? Carry on, comrade." As Doctor said comrade once again, he bet himself in the head. "Stupid." Hissed.
"You're right, let's start from the beginning. Okay, so, me." Hynek took his sketchbook back. "I wanted to study philosophy, but the artist in me was just not "killable", then I figured out that I want to become a designer instead. Product designer, specialised on glass."
"But you hate it. You hate glass, am I right?" Doctor folded the paper in half. Maybe it was subconscious.
"Yeah, but all the people in this world seem to be unbelievably passionate about the glass. I don't know why. I'd like to design furniture, rather that vases. I hope you understand."
"Yes, because now I feel the same emotion like you. It's a shame I'm not a doctor of medicine, because you body is interesting, it'll be interesting to look inside," when Doctor saw Hynek's concerned eyes, he corrected himself, "or not. Or just with an X-ray."
"It's determined by the country we live in, or by our blood? Do Slovaks do this as well? And what about Soviets?" Asked Hynek.
"I don't know, yet, comrade. It's complicated. Wait, what's this, why I can't breathe?" Doctor put his hand on his chest.
"Because I can't."
"No, I was sure that we're mirroring just emotions. Why can't you breath?"
"I don't know, when I was little, doctor though it was an allergy, but they found no proof. I just sometimes can't."
"You, people, has unique ability to destroy yourself from the inside. Uh, where were we?"
"Design, mirroring, emotions..."
"Yep, so... comrade... do you have a girlfriend or something like that? Yes, you do, I can feel it."
"She's bohemist."
"I knew it, an alien!"
"No! Scientist, working with the Czech language and literature."
"Isn't that alien enough for you?" Doctor laughed and then felt a sudden mixture of anger and amusement. Hynek tried to behave like he was insulted, but at the same time, he agreed. But Hynek already knew Doctor knew. Horrible situation.
Then, Doctor suddenly stopped and petrified. "You, you call her..."
"Dandelion. Why?"
"Yes, a flower. Dandelion. What's her real name?" Doctor started to count on his fingers and mixing ideas in his head.
"Daniela. Who is Rose?" Hynek felt weird pulsing in his head.
"Once again. Do you believe in coincidence? Why are you talking about Rose, why do you call her Dandelion?"
"Mirroring, have you forgotten?"
"That's it, comrade, we have to find Dandelion. Where is she?"
"Well, in the Faculty of Arts, I believe, but," Hynek stopped talking as the TARDIS started to move. His legs froze. He was filled with joy. Is that how the Doctor feels while flying this spaceship?
"Go out, bring her, no matter what," Doctor opened the door and enouraged Hynek to do so. "Please."
Hynek hurried and made his way through the door when he realise he somehow ended up in huge auditorium.
"So, as you can se, this approach led to realisation, that Czech language is not actually influenced by German, as it was believed decades before..." Daniela stopped her speach, students observing her in silence. Her and Hynek's eyes met. "What..." her papers fell on the floor. What a jumpscare.
"No time to lose, Danny, I need you to come with me," Hynek slowed down and looked into student's perplexed faces. "We need you to talk to scientists from Moscow, they've just arrived and," one more confused look, "they want to talk about phonetics of Slavic languages." Hynek started to sweat, because he's just used words that Daniela used a lot, but he never bothered to ask what they mean.
Daniela looked at the class. "What do you think you're doing here?" Hissed her.
"Professor Chomsky wants to talk to you."
"Shut up, he lives in America, that's impossible. What's happening?"
"Tell them that you're be right back, I've got something to show you, trust me." Hynek insisted. Daniela paused for unbelievably long time. Then turned to the student. "I'm sorry to tell you, but our lecture is over. Please, read the essay I gave you for the next class. Thanks for your attention. I need to go to talk to..." she took one breath in, "comrades from Moscow." Hynek suddenly grabbed her hand and opened the auditorium door. Daniela followed him. Behind that big old door, there was the TARDIS. In the corridor of the Faculty of Arts.
"Is that your work?" Daniela pierced the box with her eyes.
"Yes and no, come in. Doctor?" Hynek knocked on the door. They opened. Hynek walked in. Daniela stayed outside, just couldn't believe her eyes.
"What is..?" Before she finished the sentence, Doctor pulled her through the door and flew away from the Faculty.
"Am I hallucinating or what?" Daniela sat on the floor. "What's that on your arm?" She pointed on the gadget on her boyfriend's body.
"It's complicated..." told her.
"Yep, spaceship, bigger on the inside, comrade, me - alien, you - weird. Hello, I'm the Doctor." Man with a longer hair, unknown to Daniela made a gesture as if he wanted to shake her hand. Or maybe to help her to stand up.
"Are we talking in keywords now or what? I insist on consistent explanation. Are we in trouble?" She looked on her lover.
"No, dear, as I said, it's complicated."
"Wait a minute, I just feel it's a safe place. How is this possible, I've never been in here. This thing..." Daniela looked around, "it can travel through time and space, like..."
"Four dimensional travelling. You're pretty the same, it's not coincidence. You just started mirroring me without even noticing it." Doctor clapped his hands again. Like before. "Sorry, I haven't introduced myself properly. I'm the Doctor. This place is TARDIS, my beloved spaceship. It can fly you everywhere and anywhere you want to. As I said to your nordic-Moravian-or-what boyfriend, TARDIS detected something specific in your area, you all behave odd. You're literally..."
"Mirroring each other," Daniela just knew it. She started to observe the TARDIS interior and her eyes turned into glass. Her brain couldn't manage to percive all the things happening around her. "I belive you." She turned on the Doctor.
"Hey, you look literally like a dandelion. You're pretty curly!" Doctor laughed.
"Yes, I'm curly, is that a crime?"
"No, it's funny," Doctor made even Hynek laugh.
"Did Rose looked literally like a rose?" Asked Daniela.
"THIS is not funny." Doctor lost his smile and his heart froze.
"Stop it, we all feel the same emotions." Pointed out Hynek, who started to feel pretty uncomfortable. Everything suddenly covered in silence.
"Guys, I guess you think what i think, therefore I believe we should collect as much information about this place as possible. Wait... there's one more thing... you apparently don't have an accent, Dandelion."
"Why should I?"
"Nevermind." Doctor put on his glasses and looked on his companions. "You two, both of you were born in this country. Let's be honest, you're literally destined to never leave this country, I'm sorry. That's not important now. It's summer 1968, that means you're about to experience bad times, spoilers. Cold war, turbulent time, weird events. I know history, but I've never really thought about it. Why are your nation so prone to give in such a regime? Out of nowhere. Look at yourself, Czechs are people of rebellion and revolution, so how could you barricade yourslef in this horrible place?"
"We didn't. That's what the generation before us did." Hynek tried to defend himself.
"Don't blame it on them, you're the same. You have to go vote every time, it's obligatory. Who do you vote? Why, do you always... vote the same?" Doctor raised an eyebrow.
"Because we have to," said Daniela. "As you've already said. It's a convention."
"And nobody has ever said anything against it? Isn't that weird?" Doctor raised his voice.
"There were some, actually, but they have to... hide themselves. Or they're already in jail."
"You know what, I've just figured out something." Confessed Hynek. "No, actually, you did, Doctor."
"You've got a point. I think it's an invasion. Extraterrestrial. Something that needs your devoted labour..."