Doctor Who Imagines

Professor-11th Doctor

You ran down the hall, frantically trying to get to your history class. It was your first year of college and you were already late.

You pushed open the history door and your face turned bright red. Everyone was staring. The professor stared at you and then fixed his bow tie.

"Ms.-?" He was asking your name.

You stood straight and replied fearlessly, "(YN) (LN)."

He nodded and laughed softly to himself, he seemed to find your rebel attitude funny.

You shut the door and walked to the back of the classroom. You took out your books and looked around to see that your classmates were no longer staring at you but turning back to their homework.

You opened your book to a chapter on the second world war. The professor wrote his name on the board. "Hello," he said in a British accent,"I am professor Smith or you can just call me John Smith."

He jumped up onto his desk and he immediately launched into the history of the war. How it begun, what happened, the damage, and the end.

His eyes as he told the story seemed so old. It seemed as if he had aged but it only showed in his eyes. He described everything vividly and as if he had seen it happen. His eyes seemed to glass over with the memory of the war. But that wasn't possible, he was maybe 25, he couldn't have been there.

You shook your head and looked back at your notes. Finally he let the class go. "You may go, and remember there may or may not be a test on Friday."

You packed up your books but you stayed seated. You sat still and waited till everyone left. You got up and approached the professor.

You pulled a chair over to his desk and stared at him. "How did you do that?"

He looked up from his work, "do what Ms.(LN)?"

"You told us about the war as if you actually were there. But that isn't possible, you are far too young, it simply isn't possible."

He smiled up at you and stopped writing. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

You leaned forward and crossed your arms. "Try me." You dared.

"Fine. You have a bit of fire, I like that. Bit like Clara."

You were about to ask who Clara was but he pulled a black coat off the back of his chair and walked towards the door.

You got up abruptly and the chair fell over. "Where are you going?"

He poked his head back into the room. "Curious." He muttered then ran down the hallway. You slung your bag over one shoulder and ran after him. You didn't know if you could trust him but he interested you. He seemed like a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped ties with a bow tie.

You glanced down the hall just as he turned a corner. You ran down the surprisingly empty hallway until the door slowed you down. You threw open the door and looked around at the snow. Where did he go?

You saw a navy blue telephone box and you ran through the snow towards it. He couldn't be anywhere else. You pulled open the door and stepped inside backwards so you could close the door.

You had expected to run into a wall but it felt like there was nothing behind you. You took another step and turned.

You saw your history professor running around some sort of control console. "What the frick! It is bigger in the inside!"

He turned towards you and said, " Yes it is. (YN) meet the TARDIS."

You backed up. "You are completely mad."

He fixed his bow tie again. "Actually a mad man with a box."

You walked forward and dropped your bag to the floor. "What is this?"

"My ship."

"You aren't human are you?"

"Don't be silly, of course not!" Your suspicions were confirmed.

He continued, "the TARDIS travels through time and space."

"Everywhere in space. Wanna go?" He grinned and pulled a lever. And you headed off into the unknown.
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Sorry guys I might not write as much because I am completely absorbed in my new typewriter. This story was short too. Feel free to request!

-Jemma