Can I Park My TARDIS Here?
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  • Parts 2
  • Time 11m
  • Reads 19
  • Votes 2
  • Parts 2
  • Time 11m
Ongoing, First published Feb 24, 2018
Eliza is stopped on the street by a stranger dressed like a TV character--twice. Turns out he's the real deal, and he needs some help.

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A Doctor Who fanfiction I wrote back in... I think 2012.  I won't be posting it all at once, but it is complete. 
Set at my college because I know the campus; plus the location makes a little more sense in terms of where his story is than setting it closer to where I live with my family.

DISCLAIMER: the cover is a wallpaper I found online. It does not belong to me. If it is yours, please let me know so I can give proper credit.
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