Disclaimer: I do not own anything except my OC's Sam Piper who is the descendant of Pied Piper. (Lol JK)
A/N: Now, this is also went all out because I wanna finished this intro and go on with the story. Also! This is a bit different and I did mention how this story would be a mix between episodes, well not just episodes because there would also be from Audio's and Novel's, etc. It's really up to me how I want to create the Time Line for this.
Anyway! Onward to the story.
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It happened so fast. They were laughing, cheering, and grinning happily when looking up at the Sycorax spaceship flying away from the Earth surface, until a green big light hit it straight to the ship and destroyed it to pieces, surprising both Sam and the Doctor. The next thing he knows; the Doctor were angry to the prime minister but her response was to only challenge the Time Lord which in his opinion, wasn't the best move. Sam might only know the alien for a few days of him being in a come inside his house, but he knows there's something about him that made him afraid, there's some kind of storm inside his eyes when he ordered the Sycorax leader to stand down.
Sam looked on sadly as the Doctor whispered something in Alex's ear, causing Harriet Jones to panic. He truly liked the older woman, and he wished that she hadn't made such a huge mistake in blowing up the Sycorax spaceship as it retreated. He had thought that maybe the Time Lord was being a little harsh in threatening to bring down Harriet's entire government, but then he remembered the thousands of lives on that craft. The Sycorax's might threaten the Earth, but they had been leaving. They hadn't been a threat any longer. So he remained silent as Alex walked away with Harriet Jones following, still anxious.
"Did you need to do what?" Sam asked him quietly. "With Harriet, just now?"
"Earth is dangerous," the Doctor told him. His face darkened as he turned to face the sky. "Future exploration notwithstanding, this planet first alien interaction is rough, and not all of it is because you were invaded. Your planet is a threat to peaceful species, as well. I'm sorry, very sorry that Harriet is a part of that reason, but she causes this on herself. She needed to be shut down before she took it further, because she would have," He finished, his eyes sad. "It's a shame. She is a truly lovely person."
Sam kept himself from replying as the two of the walked back to the house and see the blue telephone's box still was back in front of the yard. He looked at the house and how the door was breaking down and the window shattered into a million pieces. Groaning, he got inside with the Doctor following him along. Looking around, and checking the house, he was glad that no one got inside and stole anything, everything was still intact and it probably because they were all focusing on the alien invasion.
"I can help you fix all this stuff," the Doctor piped up. He saw the boy looked back at him with a confused look.
"How?"
He smiled. "With a bit jiggery and pokery."
"Is that even a word, jiggery pokery?" Sam asked, amused.
"Yeah, I came first in jiggery pokery. What about you?" he joked.
"Nah," Sam replied with a grin. "Can't even pass mumbo-jumbo."
The Time Lord smiled and suddenly fallen as it now replaced with the looked of haunted and guilt through his face, for a moment he remembered his yellow and pink human, his lovely companion on their first day trip, he took her on the day the earth burned, wanted to see what is her reaction seeing her world burn. But after all of that, she still stayed with him, even offer him some company when he told her about how his planet burned.
"I'm sorry." Sam voiced shook him out of his thought.
"It's alright." the Doctor tried to reassured him. His voice shaking a bit. "Just remembered something that's all. I can still fix this, although perhaps you don't have any other clothes that I can wear. It's just, leather isn't my style anymore and I need something new and I would get back to the TARDIS wardrobe for better choices but she sorts of locked herself away at the moment, probably fixing herself."
Sam looked at him confused but nodded. "I think I can find some clothes, although don't expect much." He walked away until stopped. "Hold on, what's a TARDIS?"
"My spaceship," the Doctor pointed at the blue box. "It's called the TARDIS. T-A-R-D-I-S, stand for Time and Relative Dimension in Space."
"You name your spaceship? Isn't a bit weird?" Sam asked him.
"She! Not an it and yes, I name her. Well," he scratched the back of his head nervously. "More like my granddaughter name her, and the old girl likes it."
Sam nodded, still a bit stunned. "It flies, does it?" he asked, wondering how that worked. Surely someone would notice a police box flying about in the sky.
"No," he said. "It disappears in one place and reappears in another."
"Why is it blue and shape like a police box?"
"Blimey you small children do ask a lot of question," the Doctor muttered. He looked up and sighed. "Well, you see. It should've blend in with the time period on wherever it landed on, but then the Chameleon Circuit was broken, although I suspect it was broken because a certain granddaughter accidently spilled some of her soda on the console but she didn't want to admit it so I let it go. Anyway! Now it's stuck."
"Oh," Sam told him. He glanced up at him and looked a bit uncertain about something. "Can I ask you a question? I know it's a bit annoying and you don't have to answer it."
The Doctor turned around and faced him. "Sure. Eh? Sam was it?"
The boy nodded.
"Well, can't help it when you have a curious mind and never stop asking question. It's good for your brain, so what do you wanna ask then?" the Doctor asked him, leaning up against the wall outside the kitchen.
"This thing about you, and the whole regeneration thing too," Sam began. He looked the Doctor stiffened. "Unless, you don't want to tell me. That's alright."
He didn't want to tell him. The Time Lord just met the boy, and he didn't want to scare him away. Maybe if he just said it was a sort of a hard thing explain, he would understand. But he couldn't lie to him, the boy just saved his life and he did want to ask him that bit about how he knows about the tea. Besides, he's going to drop him off his house and leave the boy there, and he would slowly forget about him.
"Doctor?" he asked uncertainly.
"Time Lord have this trick," the Doctor told him, his voice distant and hard. "A way of cheating death. Every cell in the body changes as it repairs. But regeneration can last for over a century, my first lasted nearly a hundred and fifty years."
"Your first?" Sam asked. "So how many that you had?"
"This is my ninth regeneration, so my tenth body," the Doctor told him, looking to see how he would take that.
Sam nodded absently, absorbing all the new information flying at him. "And your hand?" he wanted to know. "That Sycorax guy sliced it clean off, how did you grow another hand?"
"That was just a lucky fluke," the Doctor admitted. "Time Lords are vulnerable immediately after their regeneration, as you saw. We build up excess regeneration energy, that golden cloud I was expelling, that can repair damage incurred within the first fifteen hours after the change."
Sam frowned. "Why fifteen? What about normal hours, like twenty-four hours?"
"Twenty-four hours is human Earth day, Sam," the Doctor told him. "Fifteen hours is half of a Gallifreyan day."
"Ah," Sam nodded. "Gotcha."
"Now, do you have anything else you wanted to ask or talk about?" the Doctor asked him. He was grinning at him, maybe some of the question wasn't so bad after all.
Sam shook his head. "No, I'm good."
"Good, because about that clothes we were talking about," the Doctor told him. "I still need a new style, not really comfortable working in this old jumper and leather jacket style. I looked like some sort too cheerful biker with a big gob."
"Right! I'll be back in a minute." the boy walked back towards the cupboard before he grabbed some flashlight on the table, he then flashed the light around the boxes and started to opened the boxes one by one and searched through some used clothes or the one they were trying to give away and not used anymore.
"So Sam, where is your parents?" the Doctor asked suddenly as he grabbed the pieces of glass and cleaned it up while trying to attach them together. "Thought they would be freaking out by now, their son gone missing with a strange box and even inviting him to live in their couch for a while."
Sam got quite for a moment.
"I don't have a mum and dad," Sam replied. He tried to shuffle his way through the cupboard, it seemed easier now to talk about stuff like this. "Just and aunt and an uncle."
"Then where's your aunt and uncle?" the Doctor looked around the empty house.
"Out." Sam replied quickly.
"And they left you alone in the house?" the Doctor asked a bit disbelievingly.
"I'm tenth years old, and I think I'm old enough to be left alone," Sam told him. He grabbed a box full of clothes. "It's not like I'm scared or anything."
"Course you're not. You're not scared of anything." the Doctor finished fixing the bolt in the door. "Box appeared on your yard, man falls out of the box, taking care a weird man in a coma, alien invasion, and look at you finding clothes to give the man a change. Not a bad Christmas don't you think?"
"Pretty much," Sam told him. He grabbed the box and walked towards him while he was focusing his blue pen again on the sides of the door. "What's that?"
The Doctor looked up at him and showed him. "It's a sonic screwdriver."
"A sonic what?"
"Screwdriver. It's sonic and its mine, handy tool I have in my travel." the Time Lord told him as he was grinning.
"Okay then," Sam said awkwardly then handed him a box. "There's a lot of clothes there so, I don't know. Go crazy or something? You can change in my room upstairs."
"Right then!" the Doctor exclaimed, clapped his hands together. He grabbed the box away. "Give me five minutes and I'll be back down."
The Time Lord proceed to walked away upstairs with an excited grin and aura around him while the boy only looked at him confused. After he was upstairs, the boy looked around and was surprised that the house was still intact and a lot cleaner, there were no sign of any broken glasses, he walked to the door and opened to check that it was now bolted and fix. He glanced back at the Doctor, how can that man be so fast on fixing everything up, maybe it was in his nature or something? Doctors do fix and heal people, maybe he was just about the same.
0o0
Walking through the hallway of the house and went to all the locked doors, there was one doors that he hadn't tried. Opening the door, it revealed another stair, feeling confused he flicked the light switch and walked his way upstairs and saw a medium size that used to be an attic but now a child bed room, specifically, Sam's bedroom.
The room was a mess, but it wasn't a dirty laundry mess and more in a sort of lots of books and papers on the ground sort of mess. He walked slowly and tried not to bumped into some of the stack of books, and placed the box on top of the medium size bed near the window and looked around for a bit. Looking around the room, he spotted a picture of the constellation and a lava lamp and curiously glanced at it carefully until he spotted a picture of a man with brown hair and wild hazel eyes wrapping his arms around a woman with dark brown hair and a warm smile, both looking down at a new edition to their family. He knows exactly who's the child is, but somehow, he felt something was familiar with the woman; as if he knows her, from a memory, a long time ago.
Clearing his thought, he needs to focus on changing what his style rather than focusing on an old picture. He grabbed the box and tilted it upside down making the clothes pour down to the boy's bed. The Doctor proceed to picking himself a new outfit from the box, as he grabbed a shirts and a sort of new jacket; one of them was a brown tweed jacket, and the other was a brown leather jacket.
"Well then," the Doctor told himself. "Which one is going to be?"
In a seconds, he changed into the brown leather jacket under a white shirt with a cravat around it. He momentarily considered the outfit, but shook his head. Too much of Jack's taste. Downright appalling. He looked himself in the mirror and it was the first time he looked at himself properly. Not bad, he had to admit, he examined his big hair into an artful state of disarray, and how a bit pretty he was. Rather like Adam and Jack, glancing down, he now realized he wore the brown leather jacket.
"No. No. No." the Doctor pointed at himself. "Leather's not me anymore."
Rummaging around again, he took off the leather jacket and change into a red jacket with a zipper and a hoodie, then turned around to the mirror and looked at himself. He scrunched his nose at the sight, looking a bit too casual for his taste and only fit on some lazy day or going out to the market. His scrutinizing gaze casually swept over a long scarf and a weird looking hat. He didn't feel like wearing it, he wasn't at all like his fourth regeneration when it comes to fashion, well at least he won't be like his fifth either. It was then when a suit on a lower pile caught his attention, already dressed with an Oxford shit. He examined it speculatively, a simple brown pin stripped suit that would be perfect for his new style.
He slipped into the suit while looked back to search a shoes and an appropriate tie. The tie took quite a long time to decide, so he went to with his old shoes and shrugged, he could just wear another better when he arrived in the TARDIS. Walking down through the stairs, he spotted a simple worn, chucks that earned his interest. Quickly grabbing it, he wore it and realized that it might not be a bad choice. He could wear a suit but there was still going to be an awful lot of running. Chuck would be better than dress shoes, and would quite nicely add the quirk he needed to his classy style. He went back to the mirror and examined the whole package, twisting around before scrubbing a hand down his face again. He straightened up. Oh yeah, this was good. He was going to have fun in this body. Rose would like this body.
Rose.
No. He won't dwell on her, he promised her. Move on, find companion to travel with, and become the Doctor she always love; besides, she know how rubbish he is when he travel alone. Of course she would know, she's Rose Tyler, she would always know, and now she's gone because of him. He shook his head, and tried not to think about it more, always running away from those thought.
Travel. That's how he got off from those thought, he should travel but with who? He needs someone, she was right but he didn't know who, maybe he could ask the boy if he wanted to travel with him. One problem about that idea is, Sam's only a child, and he has a certain rule about having a child as a companion, of course it was for a very great complicated reasons. He was sure he had a list somewhere with those reasons, though he couldn't shake the look of awe in the boy eyes, melded with curiosity and something so unique yet that special something that always have been in all of his companions.
He never knows why; he only knows who.
"No!" the Doctor scolded himself. "No child companion. That's the rules!"
Although, one trip won't hurt anyone. A small trip just to show his gratitude for saving him and taking care of him while he was in a regeneration coma. After that, he would take him back, same place and same time as if nothing happened. He could do that, he nodded at himself as he made himself downstairs, having a proposition to a certain boy.
Arriving downstairs, he glanced around the house and saw Sam was outside wearing jacket and still in his jim-jams while looking outside. The Doctor made his way outside and stood slowly beside the boy and saw about the falling snow, that he knows wasn't a real snow followed by meteors in the sky.
"You look better!" Sam told him. He smiled then frowned. "There's something missing, hold on!" He went running back inside as the Doctor frowned at him.
Walking outside again, he holds out a long brown coat and gave it to him. "Here, to keep you warm and it has a big pocket so you can put your sonic thing inside it."
"Thank you." the Doctor said to him. He eagerly put on the long coat, it was the perfect size to him.
"This is really cool." Sam breathed as he looked up at the sky. Bright lights flashed past in streaks through the night sky. "What are they, meteors?" He asked.
"It's the spaceship breaking up in the atmosphere. This isn't snow, it's ash." the Doctor replied bluntly.
"Not so cool, when you look at it that way," Sam muttered as he wrinkled his nose.
The Doctor hugged out a breath of air as he mused. "This is a brand new planet Earth. No denying the existence of aliens now. Everyone saw it. Everything's new."
"So, are you going to keep on whatever you were doing now?" Sam asked him.
"Well," the Doctor began, looking at the blue box. "Back to the TARDIS. Same old life."
"That's cool, well," Sam nodded. He glanced down to his shoe then looked up at him. "Just be careful, alright. Don't want you end up on the couch again in a coma."
"Unless!" the Doctor retorted, making the boy glanced up to him. "You could come with me?"
"Sorry?"
"This box isn't just a spaceship you know," the Doctor continued quickly. "It's a time machine. It goes anywhere in the universe, free of charge. We can go anywhere and anytime you like and still have time for some tea. So what do you say?"
Sam hesitated. "I'm still in my jim-jams."
"Oh, don't worry." the Doctor reassured him. "Plenty of clothes in the wardrobe and possibly a swimming pool."
Sam examined him, his eyes roaming over his face curiously, before he peered into those eyes that looked so old, added with the stormy looked he had earlier, and despite the fact that he scared him. Sam, for some utter weird reason, trusted him. Just as he'd instinctively trusted him when he'd first seen him.
"So," the Doctor exclaimed. "Come with me?"
"Can you get me back here, same time and same place?" Sam suddenly asked. He would love to travel and all, but of course he need to come back and he would get a lot of trouble if he didn't.
He looked at him incredulously, "I did already mention it's a time machine, of course I can get you back at the same day. So! What do you say?"
He grinned and joined the Doctor as they walked inside the time machine.
Closing the door of the TARDIS, he looked over the boy who looked around in wondered and an excited smile plastered on his face. The Time Lord smile, maybe this wasn't a bad idea after all. He pulled a lever and Sam squealed with joy, they braced themselves as they took off, all of them whooping and laughing in delight while the time machine wheezed.
"Welcome aboard Mister Sam!" the Doctor told him. "Rule number one! Don't wander off."
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