Winter (Doctor Who FanFiction)

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Winter n. 1. The coldest season of the year. 2. A period like winter, as the last or final period of life; a period of decline, decay, inertia, dreariness, or adversity. -adj. 3. Of, relating to, or characteristic of winter. 4. Suitable for wear or use in winter.

Admit it, all of you out there have looked your self up in the dictionary or googled your self. I'm not different, except my meaning doesn't really make any sense. It just sort of talks about the weather or it's calling me cold or it's saying that you could wear me during winter and I ain't no jumper.

I'm just one of those people who, thinks out side the box. Every word is spoken for a reason, every action is done for reason, even if that reason is to be random, there's always a reason; not matter how big or how small, there is a reason. I am that person that finds an explanation to why things happen, I'm not a scientist, nor am I a Doctor, I'm just a normal person who thinks outside the box.

So, you could imagine my confusion when I was placed inside the box.

"Who are you?" A man with wet hair and only a pair of pants on asks me

"who am I? Who are you?" I gasp looking around at this strange building, the walls are a grey and in the middle there is a control panel sort of thing, or maybe it's a strange designer kitchen table, anyways there's a pole leading from the middle of the control panel/designer table leading to the roof where there is strange writing which look like a child's gotten one of those circle drawing tools and drawn strange circles everywhere.

The man stares at me before looking down at his bare chest, he quickly grabs his shirt of the kitchen table thing and covers himself, "do you mind I was changing" he says poshly

"excuse me I was reading, and I was up to the best part!" I state quite angry as to why I am standing here in this strange mans home. Any way who gets changed in the.. Uh big room.

"what were you reading?" he asks me, I'm not sure if I should tell him or not.

"none of your business" I say crossing my arms "The Fault In Our Stars"

"ah, good book" he says now fully dressed

"it was until I ended up here, please explain!" I say slightly afraid now. I watch the man as he starts to walk away and down some stairs, "where are you going?" I ask following him

"my outfit is not complete" he grins cheekily

"I don't care abut your outfit" I say as he grabs a box,

"what do you care about then?" he asks me opening the box to reveal a bow tie

"a Bow tie?" I say before realizing I just accidentally said I care about bow tie.

"hm, good taste" he laughs walking back up the stairs tying his bow tie.

"I was going to say I care about me, but-- wait no just stick to the bow tie" I say sounding self centered, and there's nothing more I hate than self centered people.

"Smart move, now how did you get here?" he asks me

"like I said, I do not have a clue" I state once again

"ok, name?" He asks me,

"what if I don't trust you" I say confidently

"you should I look pretty trust worthy" he says self centeredly, damn.

"what's your name then?" I ask

"Doctor" he states proudly

"You expect me to believe that" I laugh "Doctor what?"