Doctor Who: An Average Morning (Fan-Fic Short Story)

Of course. I'm a Whovian. This features the Eleventh Doctor and his companion Adam, a character I have created. I've had this idea for a long time that the Doctor has a son and they share adventures together. I don't know why, it just seems right. I know how I would introduce him and I'm currently writing that now (Possible upload in the future) at the moment, I'm just testing out the character. This is an early version of him. He has more emotional depth now. I hope you enjoy this because I sure as hell enjoyed writing it. :)

Ps- there are a loads of references to earlier Doctor Who episodes... Please excuse my lack of originality with some quotes and locations.

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An Average Morning

I awoke to the gentle, soothing hum of the TARDIS. Groggily, I made my way to the console room. The corridors seemed to go on forever. Until finally, at last, I was there, at the heart of the ship. The Doctor was flamboyantly dancing around the console as he piloted her to our next distant destination across the stars. He looked me in the eye and gave his most wild, broad grin. It was like he hadn’t slept; to think of it, I had never known him to sleep. I walked down the stairs and leaned against the console

‘Where are we off to, then?’ I said, wiping the sleep out of my eye.

‘Further than we have ever gone before!’ He declared triumphantly . He threw a lever and the machine roared into life. The moans and groans of the ancient engines made me feel strangely at home. Every way to describe the TARDIS makes her sound violent. Maybe roaring is the wrong word. She sang. She sang as we flew into the vortex.

I had been on the TARDIS for so long, yet it all seemed like a bizarre dream. Or nightmare. The planets and the stars, the aliens and the monsters; I couldn’t imagine any other sort of life now. I was in love with the travelling, in love with the TARDIS and held the Doctor so very dear. He was so often preoccupied with his past, and his future, that he would often forget about me. His own son. But that didn’t matter; I knew I would always come second to her. Nothing could ever come in between them. She was magnificent; she could do anything. There was something special about the Doctor, though, and just by being with him, made me feel more special. Well, before I even stepped foot on the TARDIS. I thought there was something unique between us. Then he showed me the funny little police box which was to become my home. At once I knew I was not magnificent.

 ‘Barcelona!’ He said, straightening his red bow-tie and throwing on his tweed jacket. ‘A planet, not too far from Earth, with huge oceans! We can visit the Horseshoe Island and go to the home of the dogs with no noses!’

It seemed impossible to believe a thousand year old man could run with such a gleeful air, especially over something he does every day. He darted towards the door.

Undoing the lock, he looked back to me and waved.

‘One problem, Dad…’ I said, ‘I’m still in my pyjamas.’

He remained oblivious and unfazed by this.

I darted back to my room, rummaged through my wardrobe and found out an outfit suitable for a beach planet. At least, I assumed it was a beach planet. Oceans and islands Let’s hope it’s not like Space Florida, I thought. That was a let-down.

I walked through the same corridors as before. They felt distinctly shorter… The TARDIS has a nasty habit of switching rooms. I half-expected to walk into the swimming pool, rather than the console room.

Thankfully, that hadn’t happened.

Yet.

I was there again. The sheer scale of the room never ceased to startle me.

And there he was. My father. He was sonicing a clump of hardware with his ever-so-trusty screwdriver. Noticing me, he dropped what he was holding and ran to the door. He threw open the door, presenting me with the world outside. Nothing is constant here, I thought as I walked out onto a new front garden.

‘See you later, sexy,’ the Doctor said, winking to his machine as he closed the door behind him.