fic: things annie edison didn't know [eleven/annie]
things annie edison didn't know. community/doctor who crossover - annie/eleven - pg - 1047 words. the great thing about traveling in time and space is that she can go everywhere, anywhere, and still get back in time for her chemistry final.
Annie Edison is pretty sure that small blue phone boxes aren't supposed to be bigger on the inside. She's pretty much memorized her physics book and she just knows it's impossible. But here she is, standing in something that couldn't possibly be real, and she feels really, really stupid.
To be perfectly honest, she didn't know that phone boxes came in shades of blue, either.
And she really didn't know that phone boxes could be flown through time and space by young men who dress similarly to Vaughn's hipster friends.
When she first sees him, she doesn't take note of him. She doesn't really take note of anything, as she's so desperately busy studying for her chemistry final. It's only when she runs into him and falls over that she realizes he exists at all.
"Ow," she whines, tears coming to her eyes: her butt really hurts now.
"Ooooh, chemistry. I love chemistry. Good stuff. Except for when it isn't - I'm not paticularly fond of acids, which can get rather nasty."
She looks up, eyes squinting from the pain. "What?" she asks, trying to put everything back together. One moment she was studying, and the next...
"Oh, right! Sorry, very sorry," he says, leaning down to help her up. "I'm in a bit of a rush, is all. Do you know where the dean's office is?"
Annie tells him. What she doesn't know is that doing so will have her end up running after this crazy in skinny jeans as they sprint away from some mutant, dalmatian alien thing. She doesn't really believe it's an alien, even when he insists it's from the planet Canopolloripus; everyone knows that aliens don't exist.
When everything's over and done, she decides to tell him this. In the middle of the wrecked campus, she folds her arms, makes eye contact, and puts on her best formidable face. "There are no such thing as aliens. They don't exist. Seriously. I know! I've read about it. And...and you're crazy! Totally just off the wall bonkers," she says, waving her hands around. "And you almost got Abed and me killed and it's all just so weird and...and...why are you smiling?"
He laughs. "Oh, Annie Edison, you wonderful girl."
She pouts. "You don't need to make fun of me," she says, and then pulls her chemistry book out of her bag. She opens it and begins reading again, walking away. Her face is flushed, red with embarrassment, but she doesn't want this kind of cute, really crazy guy that she just spent the last three hours saving the school with to see.
"Annie, Annie, wait!"
She doesn't want to stop but she does. She grips her chemistry book so hard that her fingers start to turn red. Slowly, she turns around. He has a slightly anxious look on his face, which is suddenly replaced by a look of glee.
"Come with me," he says, and nods toward the end of the sidewalk.
"Why?" she asks, defensively. She adds: "You might lead me into some other freaky dalmatian situation."
He laughs, and takes a step toward her. "Because you know you want to. And I can prove it!" he yells, and begins to walk past her.
"Wait - prove what?" she asks, following him.
"You know," he says. She kind of doesn't, though, and it's making her feel stupid.
So he leads her to this small, blue box, with the words "Police Box" on the top. She's never really seen one of these before, and she wonders why she hasn't noticed it - it's in the middle of the quad, after all.
He unlocks the doors, and steps in. She doesn't follow.
His head pokes back out, his thick hair falling in his eyes. "You coming?"
She takes a deep breath and follows him. She sort of wonders what it's going to be like stuck with him in something that resembles a closet. Maybe it will turn into some weird Seven Minutes in Heaven type thing that the other cheerleaders tried to get her to play in high school; Annie blushes thinking about it.
And so here she is: looking around, wide eyed, at this impossible room with some strange man staring at her, waiting anxiously for her reaction.
"It's...it's bigger on the inside," she says, and he grins.
"Yes! I was waiting for you to say that," he tells her, and then lays a hand on her shoulder. "Do you want the grand tour?"
She doesn't really know what she wants. She kind of wishes that her dress wasn't stained from fighting the dalmatian thing; she wants her butt to not hurt anymore; she wants to let go of her chemistry book that she just now realizes she's been gripping tightly for the last five minutes.
"Who are you?" she asks.
He smiles. "Why, I'm the Doctor."
She doesn't ask about the name. If Britta can be named after a water filter, she's pretty sure anything goes.
A sigh. "Yeah, okay," she says. "I'll see more."
"Fantastic! Where do you want to go?" he asks.
"Um...what?"
"Where do you want to go? You see, this incredible little blue box, for all of its marvels on the inside, can show you all of the wonderful things on the outside, too," he says, leaning against the control panel.
"Oh," Annie says. She holds on to her chemistry book.
He looks at her, crookedly smiling, fondling a lever. "We can go anywhere, anytime you want," he says. "And you won't have to worry about chemistry, wonderful subject that it is."
She smiles back, nervously. Slowly, she places her chemistry book on the floor, and walks over to him. "Okay, Doctor," she says, biting her lip.
Of all the things Annie Edison knows, of all the things Annie Edison has experienced, of all the things Annie Edison wishes she didn't know and of all she wishes she did, she never could have expected this. A small, blue phone box that travels in time, piloted by some crazy in suspenders that look like they come from a thrift shop.
And she never could have expected that he would have asked her to leave with him, showed her all of the things he has, and still manage to keep his promise that he would get her back in time for her chemistry final.
Annie Edison is pretty sure that small blue phone boxes aren't supposed to be bigger on the inside. She's pretty much memorized her physics book and she just knows it's impossible. But here she is, standing in something that couldn't possibly be real, and she feels really, really stupid.
To be perfectly honest, she didn't know that phone boxes came in shades of blue, either.
And she really didn't know that phone boxes could be flown through time and space by young men who dress similarly to Vaughn's hipster friends.
When she first sees him, she doesn't take note of him. She doesn't really take note of anything, as she's so desperately busy studying for her chemistry final. It's only when she runs into him and falls over that she realizes he exists at all.
"Ow," she whines, tears coming to her eyes: her butt really hurts now.
"Ooooh, chemistry. I love chemistry. Good stuff. Except for when it isn't - I'm not paticularly fond of acids, which can get rather nasty."
She looks up, eyes squinting from the pain. "What?" she asks, trying to put everything back together. One moment she was studying, and the next...
"Oh, right! Sorry, very sorry," he says, leaning down to help her up. "I'm in a bit of a rush, is all. Do you know where the dean's office is?"
Annie tells him. What she doesn't know is that doing so will have her end up running after this crazy in skinny jeans as they sprint away from some mutant, dalmatian alien thing. She doesn't really believe it's an alien, even when he insists it's from the planet Canopolloripus; everyone knows that aliens don't exist.
When everything's over and done, she decides to tell him this. In the middle of the wrecked campus, she folds her arms, makes eye contact, and puts on her best formidable face. "There are no such thing as aliens. They don't exist. Seriously. I know! I've read about it. And...and you're crazy! Totally just off the wall bonkers," she says, waving her hands around. "And you almost got Abed and me killed and it's all just so weird and...and...why are you smiling?"
He laughs. "Oh, Annie Edison, you wonderful girl."
She pouts. "You don't need to make fun of me," she says, and then pulls her chemistry book out of her bag. She opens it and begins reading again, walking away. Her face is flushed, red with embarrassment, but she doesn't want this kind of cute, really crazy guy that she just spent the last three hours saving the school with to see.
"Annie, Annie, wait!"
She doesn't want to stop but she does. She grips her chemistry book so hard that her fingers start to turn red. Slowly, she turns around. He has a slightly anxious look on his face, which is suddenly replaced by a look of glee.
"Come with me," he says, and nods toward the end of the sidewalk.
"Why?" she asks, defensively. She adds: "You might lead me into some other freaky dalmatian situation."
He laughs, and takes a step toward her. "Because you know you want to. And I can prove it!" he yells, and begins to walk past her.
"Wait - prove what?" she asks, following him.
"You know," he says. She kind of doesn't, though, and it's making her feel stupid.
So he leads her to this small, blue box, with the words "Police Box" on the top. She's never really seen one of these before, and she wonders why she hasn't noticed it - it's in the middle of the quad, after all.
He unlocks the doors, and steps in. She doesn't follow.
His head pokes back out, his thick hair falling in his eyes. "You coming?"
She takes a deep breath and follows him. She sort of wonders what it's going to be like stuck with him in something that resembles a closet. Maybe it will turn into some weird Seven Minutes in Heaven type thing that the other cheerleaders tried to get her to play in high school; Annie blushes thinking about it.
And so here she is: looking around, wide eyed, at this impossible room with some strange man staring at her, waiting anxiously for her reaction.
"It's...it's bigger on the inside," she says, and he grins.
"Yes! I was waiting for you to say that," he tells her, and then lays a hand on her shoulder. "Do you want the grand tour?"
She doesn't really know what she wants. She kind of wishes that her dress wasn't stained from fighting the dalmatian thing; she wants her butt to not hurt anymore; she wants to let go of her chemistry book that she just now realizes she's been gripping tightly for the last five minutes.
"Who are you?" she asks.
He smiles. "Why, I'm the Doctor."
She doesn't ask about the name. If Britta can be named after a water filter, she's pretty sure anything goes.
A sigh. "Yeah, okay," she says. "I'll see more."
"Fantastic! Where do you want to go?" he asks.
"Um...what?"
"Where do you want to go? You see, this incredible little blue box, for all of its marvels on the inside, can show you all of the wonderful things on the outside, too," he says, leaning against the control panel.
"Oh," Annie says. She holds on to her chemistry book.
He looks at her, crookedly smiling, fondling a lever. "We can go anywhere, anytime you want," he says. "And you won't have to worry about chemistry, wonderful subject that it is."
She smiles back, nervously. Slowly, she places her chemistry book on the floor, and walks over to him. "Okay, Doctor," she says, biting her lip.
Of all the things Annie Edison knows, of all the things Annie Edison has experienced, of all the things Annie Edison wishes she didn't know and of all she wishes she did, she never could have expected this. A small, blue phone box that travels in time, piloted by some crazy in suspenders that look like they come from a thrift shop.
And she never could have expected that he would have asked her to leave with him, showed her all of the things he has, and still manage to keep his promise that he would get her back in time for her chemistry final.