The Doctor's Son

School Reunion

(Wearing School Uniform)

Damon sits in his chair in Physics, his dad walking in moments later "Good morning, class. Are we sitting comfortably? So, physics. Physics, eh? Physics. Physics. Physics! Physics. Physics, physics, physics, physics, physics, physics, physics. I hope one of you is getting all this down. Okay let's see what you know. Two identical strips of nylon are charged with static electricity and hung from a string so they can swing freely. What would happen if they were brought near each other?" the Doctor asks. A young boy with spectacles puts his hand up at the same time as Damon "Yes, er, what's your name?" the Doctor the boy. "Milo." he responds. "Milo! Off you go." the Doctor nods. "They'd repel each other because they have the same charge." Milo answers the question. "Correctamundo! A word I have never used before and hopefully never will again. Question two. I coil up a thin piece of microwire and place it in a glass of water. Then I turn on the electricity and measure to see if the water's temperature is affected. My question is this. How do I measure the electrical power going into the coil? Someone else. No? Okay, Milo, go for it." the Doctor says. "Measure the current and PDs in an ammeter and a voltmeter." Milo responds. "Two to Milo. Right then, Milo, tell me this. True or false. The greater the dampening of the system, the quicker it loses energy to its surroundings." the Doctor starts. "False." Milo tells him. .What is non-coding DNA?" the Doctor asks. "DNA that doesn't code for a protein." Milo responds. "Sixty five thousand nine hundred and eighty three times five?" he asks. "Three hundred and twenty nine thousand nine hundred and fifteen." Milo tells him. "How do you travel faster than light?" the Doctor asks. "By opening a quantum tunnel with an FTL factor of thirty six point seven recurring." Milo responds, the Doctor's jaw dropping.

Damon sits in the canteen with his dad at lunch, Rose walking over as a dinner lady and cleaning the table "Two days." she says. "Sorry, could you just? There's a bit of gravy. No, no, just, just there." the Doctor tells her. "Two days, we've been here." Rose tells him. "Blame your boyfriend. He's the one who put us onto this. And he was right. Boy in class this morning, got a knowledge way beyond planet Earth." Damon tells her. "You eating those chips?" Rose asks. "Yeah, they're a bit different." the Doctor tells her. "I think they're gorgeous. Wish I had school dinners like this." Rose tells him, sitting down. "It's very well behaved, this place." the Doctor says. "Mmm." Rose hums. "I thought there'd be happy slapping hoodies. Happy slapping hoodies with ASBOs. Happy slapping hoodies with ASBOs and ringtones. Huh? Huh? Oh, yeah. Don't tell me I don't fit in." the Doctor tells Rose. The head dinner lady walks over "You are not permitted to leave your station during a sitting." she tells Rose. "I was just talking to this teacher and pupil." Rose responds. "Hello." the Doctor smiles. "He doesn't like the chips." Rose tells her. "The menu has been specifically designed by the headmaster to improve concentration and performance. Now, get back to work." the head dinner lady says, walking off. "See? This is me. Dinner lady." Rose says annoyed. "I'll have the crumble." Damon calls after her. "I'm so going to kill you." Rose tells him with a smile.

After lunch Damon joins his dad in the Staff room for his free perioD "Yesterday, I had a twelve year old girl give me the exact height of the Walls of Troy in cubits." Mr Parsons tells them. "And, it's ever since the new headmaster arrived?" the Doctor asks. "Finch arrived three months ago. Next day, half the staff got flu. Finch replaced them with that lot, except for the teacher you replaced, and that was just plain weird, her winning the lottery like that." Parsons responds. "How's that weird?" Damon asks. "She never played. Said the ticket was posted through her door at midnight." Parsons tells them. "Hmm. The world is very strange." the Doctor tells him. The Headmaster, Mr Filch, walks in with a brunette "Excuse me, colleagues. A moment of your time. May I introduce Miss Sarah Jane Smith. Miss Smith is a journalist who's writing a profile about me for the Sunday Times. I thought it might be useful for her to get a view from the trenches, so to speak. Don't spare my blushes." he says before leaving. "Hello." Sarah Jane says walking over to the father son duo. "Oh, I should think so." the Doctor smiles, Damon smiling slightly as he realises who she is. "And, you are?" Sarah Jane asks. "Hm? Er, Smith. John Smith. This is my son Damon." the Doctor tells her. "John Smith. I used to have a friend who sometimes went by that name." Sarah Jane smiles. "Well, it's a very common name." Damon tells her. "He was a very uncommon man. Nice to meet you." Sarah Jane smiles. "Nice to meet you. Yes, very nice. More than nice. Brilliant." the Doctor tells her. "Er, so, er, have you worked here long?" she asks. "No. Er, it's only my second day." the Doctor responds. "Oh, you're new, then. So, what do you think of the school? I mean, this new curriculum? So many children getting ill. Doesn't that strike you as odd?" Sarah Jane asks. "You don't sound like someone just doing a profile." Damon smiles. "Well, no harm in a little investigation while I'm here." she responds. "No. Good for you. Good for you. Oh, good for you, Sarah Jane Smith." the Doctor smiles.