Short Fiction: Twins, the TARDIS and the Doctor
Title: Twins, the TARDIS and the Doctor
Pairing: Not really a pairing. Bill and Tom Kaulitz and the Eleventh Doctor.
Prompt for: kseenaa
Author Notes: I kind of got carried away with this, I suppose my muse found it entertaining, but I hope you enjoy it.
When the Kaulitz twins decided that they wanted the day off to relax at the beach, the position they were now in wasn't one they'd anticipated to be in.
When Bill had demanded that they spend the day at the beach, Tom had readily agreed. They'd been in the studio for over a year now and the fans were impatient, putting a fuck load of pressure on them all, but Bill especially. They'd got to their rented beach house by late afternoon and it had been good then. They'd spent the last hour of sun up to soak up the rays before having a swim and going out to a restaurant in their rented convertible. After that they'd spent a couple hours at the bar drinking and then (unfortunately for Tom) Bill had wanted to dance. They'd gone back to the beach house not long after that, Bill driving because he'd been then one to drink less and he was a more careful driver than Tom ever would be-even with the accident he'd had once.
They'd started a movie and the both of them had quickly fallen asleep on the big comfortable couch, their legs intertwined as they slept. What they hadn't expected was to be awoken only a couple of hours later by some mad man out on the beach yelling at the top of his lungs.
But they had, Bill waking up first before he was shaking his twin and whispering in his ear.
"Tom, there's someone outside..."
Tom had listened for a moment before he was untangling his legs from Bill's sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Grabbing up his hoodie, the older of the two pulled it over his head and started towards the door. Bill scrambled off of the couch and followed after, grabbing onto the back of his hoodie so that he wouldn't be left on his own....
Alone.
When Tom pushed the door open, Bill had to admit that he'd been expecting it to be a whole heap of gang members or maybe a crazy obsessed fan-they really did have those! But what greeted their eyes was something rather peculiar, a young, oddly dressed man was pacing up and down a short expanse of the empty beach.
"What?" Tom questioned in English, his hands grabbing nervously at the folds of his baggy jeans.
"What's he doing?" Bill questioned in German, looking over his shoulder at the other man. "Is he wearing a bow tie?" he asked, his fingers coming up to touch at his throat, the younger of the two wondering if he'd look good in a bow tie.
"I think so," Tom mumbled back in their native language, shuffling his feet nervously before he was boldly stepping out and starting to walk towards the odd man. He knew that if he'd just gone back inside, he'd never hear the end of it, Bill demanding that he go and help him-that it was important to be helpful or something else just as ridiculous. Stopping a couple feet in front of the pacing man, Tom found himself frowning as the man completely ignored them and continued pacing and ranting, stopping in front of something blue peeking out of the sand.
"See, if you'd just told me what was wrong then we wouldn't be in this position," the odd man yelled at the blue wood, squatting down and starting to dig, pushing the sand away from it.
"Do you think he's mad?" Bill asked in German, his eyes widening when it came out in English.
"Probably," Tom breathed in English, the word sounding foreign on his lips. He was thinking that Bill had a good reason for not wanting to speak in German. He assumed it was because the other man was speaking English and he didn't want to be rude.
Giving Tom a baffled look, Bill opened his mouth and then instead of saying anything he reached out and grabbed the squatting man's shoulder. "Excuse me, are you alright?"
"Do I look alright?' the man snapped, shrugging off the slender hand before he was standing, gesturing to the object now sticking further out of the sand. "She's stuck, well and truly stuck and it's all my fault and now I have to try and figure out how I'm supposed to get her out of here. My sonic screwdriver is full of sand and just- listen!" he demanded, pulling a strange object out and it let out a spluttering hum before going silent.
"Maybe it's your batteries," Bill suggested calmly.
"Batteries? Batteries? Does this look like it needs batteries?" the Doctor snapped gruffly, holding it out, practically shoving it into the young boys face. "No, never mind, don't even answer that." The twins watched on in horror as the man jerked the ridiculous looking torch out of Bill's face and smacked himself in the forehead, mumbling under his breath.
"Maybe we should go," Tom mumbled, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the crazy man.
"He needs help, Tom," Bill insisted.
"Give him your shrinks number and run for the house," Tom breathed, mostly joking, but it still recieved him a punch in the arm from his younger brother.
"Tom!" Bill hissed, only just successfully holding back a grin as they watched the man continue digging at the sand around the object. "Wouldn't a shovel be easier?" he asked the man next.
"Do I look like I carry a shovel around?" the man asked before he was starting to pull things from his pockets. The twins eyes getting wider and wider with each item. A hairdryer, baseball bat, a couple of think books covered in dust and finally a small key. "See, no shovel, so now what do you suggest?"
"Water," Bill said after a moment, looking proud of himself.
"Water?" the man questioned incrediously. "Water? Water... that's it! Water! Brilliant!"
The twins met eyes and the both of them looked amused and a little worried when Bill was suddenly being swept into a hug a kiss being pressed to his cheek.
The man pulled away and rushed his fingers through his floppy looking hair. "How rude of me, I'm the Doctor, and you are?"
"The Doctor?" Bill questioned.
"That's just a television show," Tom scoffed. "The Doctor Who," he said to Bill, struggling with his English.
"Doctor Who," Bill confirmed.
"Don't be ridiculous," the Doctor laughed, looking slightly confused.
"You're the ridiculous one, who wears bow ties?" Tom mumbled, nodding at the bow tie, his hands stuffing into his jeans.
"I do." The Doctor glared and plucked at the corners of the bow tie. "Bow ties are cool."
He didn't leave time for argument before he was heading towards the road, stopping on the footpath. "Where's the closest fire station?" he asked them, turning on his heels to look at two boys. "What did you say your names were?"
"We didn't," Tom huffed, glaring, had enough of this crazy man.
"I'm Bill," Bill chirped holding out his hand eagerly. "Are you going to steal a fire truck?" he asked, his eyes wide.
The Doctor looked at him, insulted. "Steal? No, I'm borrowing, there's a difference."
"You're going to joyride on a fire truck!" Tom exclaimed in German.
"I'm not joyriding anything, thank you," the Doctor huffed, glaring back at Tom.
"This is Tom, he's my twin," Bill went on as if the two weren't currently battling it out with glares. "I would help you, but we're only here on holiday and really I'd rather not break a nail, but we can keep watch on your thingy," he said, waving a hand in the blue object's direction.
"It's not a Thingy, her name is TARDIS, Time And Relative D-"
"Dimension In Space, I know," Bill interrupted with a roll of his eyes.
The Doctor looked speechless as he stood there looking at them, his mouth opening and closing before he nodded and headed off to find himself a fire truck.
"Wow, I didn't think anyone could be any weirder than our fans," Tom admitted as they watched him go.
"Don't be an ass, Tom, he was nice. The poor man's TARDIS is stuck in the sand," Bill said before they bother started to laugh, heading back to the beach house and going inside. They didn't bother keeping an eye on the object, it was deep in the sand and the twins were tired. They fell back asleep before they could stop themselves.
When they woke up the next morning, it felt like a big dream, the two of them not saying a word as they had breakfast in the kitchen. It wasn't until they stepped outside after that they realized it hadn't been a dream. In front of them lay a big hole in the sand and on the doorstep sat a bunch of flowers-if you could call them that, they were nothing like any flower Tom or Bill had ever seen.
"See, he's nice," Bill cooed, picking up the flowers and running a nail over a crimson petal, eyes wide in approval. he leaned in and sniffed at them, a shiver of pleasure running down his spine at the sweet smell.
"Crazy as hell," Tom argued, walking over to the hole, kicking sand into it.
"Nice," Bill was adiment as he smiled and walked back inside to find a vase that the flowers would fit in.
Pairing: Not really a pairing. Bill and Tom Kaulitz and the Eleventh Doctor.
Prompt for: kseenaa
Author Notes: I kind of got carried away with this, I suppose my muse found it entertaining, but I hope you enjoy it.
When the Kaulitz twins decided that they wanted the day off to relax at the beach, the position they were now in wasn't one they'd anticipated to be in.
When Bill had demanded that they spend the day at the beach, Tom had readily agreed. They'd been in the studio for over a year now and the fans were impatient, putting a fuck load of pressure on them all, but Bill especially. They'd got to their rented beach house by late afternoon and it had been good then. They'd spent the last hour of sun up to soak up the rays before having a swim and going out to a restaurant in their rented convertible. After that they'd spent a couple hours at the bar drinking and then (unfortunately for Tom) Bill had wanted to dance. They'd gone back to the beach house not long after that, Bill driving because he'd been then one to drink less and he was a more careful driver than Tom ever would be-even with the accident he'd had once.
They'd started a movie and the both of them had quickly fallen asleep on the big comfortable couch, their legs intertwined as they slept. What they hadn't expected was to be awoken only a couple of hours later by some mad man out on the beach yelling at the top of his lungs.
But they had, Bill waking up first before he was shaking his twin and whispering in his ear.
"Tom, there's someone outside..."
Tom had listened for a moment before he was untangling his legs from Bill's sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Grabbing up his hoodie, the older of the two pulled it over his head and started towards the door. Bill scrambled off of the couch and followed after, grabbing onto the back of his hoodie so that he wouldn't be left on his own....
Alone.
When Tom pushed the door open, Bill had to admit that he'd been expecting it to be a whole heap of gang members or maybe a crazy obsessed fan-they really did have those! But what greeted their eyes was something rather peculiar, a young, oddly dressed man was pacing up and down a short expanse of the empty beach.
"What?" Tom questioned in English, his hands grabbing nervously at the folds of his baggy jeans.
"What's he doing?" Bill questioned in German, looking over his shoulder at the other man. "Is he wearing a bow tie?" he asked, his fingers coming up to touch at his throat, the younger of the two wondering if he'd look good in a bow tie.
"I think so," Tom mumbled back in their native language, shuffling his feet nervously before he was boldly stepping out and starting to walk towards the odd man. He knew that if he'd just gone back inside, he'd never hear the end of it, Bill demanding that he go and help him-that it was important to be helpful or something else just as ridiculous. Stopping a couple feet in front of the pacing man, Tom found himself frowning as the man completely ignored them and continued pacing and ranting, stopping in front of something blue peeking out of the sand.
"See, if you'd just told me what was wrong then we wouldn't be in this position," the odd man yelled at the blue wood, squatting down and starting to dig, pushing the sand away from it.
"Do you think he's mad?" Bill asked in German, his eyes widening when it came out in English.
"Probably," Tom breathed in English, the word sounding foreign on his lips. He was thinking that Bill had a good reason for not wanting to speak in German. He assumed it was because the other man was speaking English and he didn't want to be rude.
Giving Tom a baffled look, Bill opened his mouth and then instead of saying anything he reached out and grabbed the squatting man's shoulder. "Excuse me, are you alright?"
"Do I look alright?' the man snapped, shrugging off the slender hand before he was standing, gesturing to the object now sticking further out of the sand. "She's stuck, well and truly stuck and it's all my fault and now I have to try and figure out how I'm supposed to get her out of here. My sonic screwdriver is full of sand and just- listen!" he demanded, pulling a strange object out and it let out a spluttering hum before going silent.
"Maybe it's your batteries," Bill suggested calmly.
"Batteries? Batteries? Does this look like it needs batteries?" the Doctor snapped gruffly, holding it out, practically shoving it into the young boys face. "No, never mind, don't even answer that." The twins watched on in horror as the man jerked the ridiculous looking torch out of Bill's face and smacked himself in the forehead, mumbling under his breath.
"Maybe we should go," Tom mumbled, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the crazy man.
"He needs help, Tom," Bill insisted.
"Give him your shrinks number and run for the house," Tom breathed, mostly joking, but it still recieved him a punch in the arm from his younger brother.
"Tom!" Bill hissed, only just successfully holding back a grin as they watched the man continue digging at the sand around the object. "Wouldn't a shovel be easier?" he asked the man next.
"Do I look like I carry a shovel around?" the man asked before he was starting to pull things from his pockets. The twins eyes getting wider and wider with each item. A hairdryer, baseball bat, a couple of think books covered in dust and finally a small key. "See, no shovel, so now what do you suggest?"
"Water," Bill said after a moment, looking proud of himself.
"Water?" the man questioned incrediously. "Water? Water... that's it! Water! Brilliant!"
The twins met eyes and the both of them looked amused and a little worried when Bill was suddenly being swept into a hug a kiss being pressed to his cheek.
The man pulled away and rushed his fingers through his floppy looking hair. "How rude of me, I'm the Doctor, and you are?"
"The Doctor?" Bill questioned.
"That's just a television show," Tom scoffed. "The Doctor Who," he said to Bill, struggling with his English.
"Doctor Who," Bill confirmed.
"Don't be ridiculous," the Doctor laughed, looking slightly confused.
"You're the ridiculous one, who wears bow ties?" Tom mumbled, nodding at the bow tie, his hands stuffing into his jeans.
"I do." The Doctor glared and plucked at the corners of the bow tie. "Bow ties are cool."
He didn't leave time for argument before he was heading towards the road, stopping on the footpath. "Where's the closest fire station?" he asked them, turning on his heels to look at two boys. "What did you say your names were?"
"We didn't," Tom huffed, glaring, had enough of this crazy man.
"I'm Bill," Bill chirped holding out his hand eagerly. "Are you going to steal a fire truck?" he asked, his eyes wide.
The Doctor looked at him, insulted. "Steal? No, I'm borrowing, there's a difference."
"You're going to joyride on a fire truck!" Tom exclaimed in German.
"I'm not joyriding anything, thank you," the Doctor huffed, glaring back at Tom.
"This is Tom, he's my twin," Bill went on as if the two weren't currently battling it out with glares. "I would help you, but we're only here on holiday and really I'd rather not break a nail, but we can keep watch on your thingy," he said, waving a hand in the blue object's direction.
"It's not a Thingy, her name is TARDIS, Time And Relative D-"
"Dimension In Space, I know," Bill interrupted with a roll of his eyes.
The Doctor looked speechless as he stood there looking at them, his mouth opening and closing before he nodded and headed off to find himself a fire truck.
"Wow, I didn't think anyone could be any weirder than our fans," Tom admitted as they watched him go.
"Don't be an ass, Tom, he was nice. The poor man's TARDIS is stuck in the sand," Bill said before they bother started to laugh, heading back to the beach house and going inside. They didn't bother keeping an eye on the object, it was deep in the sand and the twins were tired. They fell back asleep before they could stop themselves.
When they woke up the next morning, it felt like a big dream, the two of them not saying a word as they had breakfast in the kitchen. It wasn't until they stepped outside after that they realized it hadn't been a dream. In front of them lay a big hole in the sand and on the doorstep sat a bunch of flowers-if you could call them that, they were nothing like any flower Tom or Bill had ever seen.
"See, he's nice," Bill cooed, picking up the flowers and running a nail over a crimson petal, eyes wide in approval. he leaned in and sniffed at them, a shiver of pleasure running down his spine at the sweet smell.
"Crazy as hell," Tom argued, walking over to the hole, kicking sand into it.
"Nice," Bill was adiment as he smiled and walked back inside to find a vase that the flowers would fit in.