WIP Amnesty: Extraterrestrial Activities (Community/Doctor Who)
WIP Amnesty #2. This one was for lunar47, and I'm a horrible person who never finished it. Sorry.
Title: Extraterrestrial Activities
Fandoms: Community and Doctor Who
Characters: Troy, Abed, Eleventh Doctor
Rating: totally PG
AN: I started writing this before Inspector Spacetime happened, for the record. So consider this set before Britta introduces Abed to a certain British science fiction show.
Summary: Troy and Abed meet a strange man with a blue box.
The first time Troy saw the blue box, he just assumed it was one of the dean’s weird set pieces or something, maybe a police theme this week.
The second time he saw the blue box, it had moved from the parking lot to the library, where it was now blocking the vent that led to Annie’s Boobs’s home.
Troy’s last class had ended over an hour ago, but he was meeting Abed in the study room. Only Abed wasn’t in their usual spot. A strange man was. He looked older than Troy but younger than Jeff, although you wouldn’t know it from the weird jacket. Or the bow-tie.
“Hello!” he said when Troy walked in. “You must be Troy! I do apologize for taking your spot, but I had to move my ship so it wouldn’t get towed. Something about a permit or other such nonsense. Anyway, so we went for a little spin, and she picked the library! I love libraries. So many words, and everyone shushing,” he said, lowering his voice to something approximating a whisper. “It’s marvelous! Plus your friend here was just filling me in a bit about your school, giving me the scoop wouldn’t you say?”
While Troy was still staring at the strange British man, the door on the front of the blue box opened, and out stepped Abed.
“Good, you’re here,” he said. “You’ve got to see this. It’s bigger on the inside!”
“Don’t spoil it,” the stranger muttered.
Troy looked at the blue box, then at Abed. This wasn’t going to be like the cartoon wall thing, was it?
“It’s not like the cartoon wall scene, I swear,” said Abed.
Troy would not be so easily fooled though. Not this time. “Are you saying that because it’s not and you mean it, or it is and you’re just saying that?”
“While it’s true that I would most likely say the same thing even if this were a repeat incident, in this case I really do mean it, Troy. You can trust-”
But Abed didn’t get to finish telling Troy whom he could trust because at that moment the strange man, tired of this delay, snuck up behind them and shoved them both through the open door and into-
“Whoa,” Troy said, when he could speak again. “My brain. I think it just exploded.”
For indeed, it really was bigger on the inside.
“Alright, I’m the Doctor, very nice to meet you, and now that we’re all introduced, let’s get down to business.”
“To defeat the huns?” said Troy.
“No, not the huns,” said the Doctor. Troy’s shoulders sagged a bit. “Unless there are huns here,” the strange man continued, “in which case, they’re way ahead of their time. Get it? Ahead of their time?”
“Very clever,” said Abed.
“Mmm. Tough crowd. Anyway, no huns we hope, but definitely aliens! Although we might not be defeating them. ‘S not the plan anyway, though it always seems to come down to that eventuality. But hope for the best, that’s what we’ll do. So now-”
“Exposition?” Abed said.
“Well yes, although not too much of it. The TARDIS detected some technology that is way out of place and time, and my companions---oooh, companionsssss, I like the sound of that-my companionssss are off honeymooning it up, so I decided to pop on over and investigate, just a quick jaunt you know, be back before they know it. And besides, it’s been ages since I’ve been to the states. Not literally ages, you know, least not…”
Troy stepped closer to Abed as the strange man talked on. And on. “Did you understand any of that?”
“There may be aliens at Greendale.”
“Oh. Whoa. Wait.” Troy gave Abed a sideways look. Abed tilted his head. Troy tilted his head too. Then he shook it. “Right. Aliens. Maybe I should get my costume! You know, I fixed it after that crazy Halloween party.”
“Cool. Cool cool cool.”
“Right,” the strange man said as he prodded a lever on the ship’s console, “enough chit chat. We haven’t got all day. Time’s a wasting!” He bounded over to Troy and Abed, then right out the door. “Well no, not really, but it’s an expression you know, one of my favorites here on Earth. Time’s a-wast-ing. How can time be wasting?”
After only a moment’s hesitation, Troy and Abed followed him. “So…” Troy said as the door swung shut behind him, “what do we do?”
“Ah, well, I’ve got to ask you…have you noticed anything…out of place?”
Troy glanced back at the spaceship slash time machine that he had found in the library. “Out of place?”
“Yes, you know, anyone acting strange?”
Abed raised his eyebrows at Troy.
“What do you mean by ‘strange’?” Abed asked the Doctor. “Should we be more concerned about someone who has always been strange, or someone who has recently started acting stranger than usual?”
“Hmmm,” the Doctor said. “The first one, I suppose. If they’re an alien, well then they’ve always been an alien, you know, don’t just come down with a case of Slitheen all of the good lord what is that?”
“Well hello there Earthlings! All of us extraterrestrials will be having close encounters in the computer lab today with the brand-new SPACE bars! Students will now be able to type essays that aren’t one supernova-sized word!”
[describe his outfit - think female jetsons]
The dean then noticed the Doctor. “Oh,” he said. “Hiii. I haven’t seen you before. Prospective student? I hope Troy and Abed here are very helpful. Do come down to my office if you want anything. And remember, Greendale welcomes all kinds of people. We’re all Human Beings, after all!”
“Thank you, yes,” the Doctor replied with a broad grin, “these two chaps are being very helpful…”
“Hmmm,” the Dean said, “British and wearing a bow tie. Be still my heart.”
“Yes, I do wear a bow tie. Bow ties are cool.”
“Right. Very…cool.”
When the door had closed behind the Dean, the Doctor pulled out a strange looking device with a glowy green thing on the end and pointed it at the space Dean Pelton had just vacated.
“Wait,” Troy said, eyes widening in excitement, “is the Dean a-”
“Red herring?” said Abed. “Absolutely.”
“False alarm,” said the Doctor, sounding mildly disappointed. “He’s completely human. And fascinating. Anyway, into the breach we go - no, wait, we’re in America! I need a disguise.” With that, he popped back into the TARDIS, leaving Troy and Abed alone with the blue police box when Britta, Shirley, Annie, and Jeff burst into the study rohad closed behind the Dean, the Doctor pulled out a strange looking device with a glowy green thing on the end and om.
“Troy, Abed, there you are!” shouted Britta. “Come quick-Pierce took too many pills again and now he’s chained himself to a table in the computer lab because he thinks he’s in zero gravity!”
A beat.
“So what do you need us for?” said Abed.
“I don’t know; you’re nerds,” said Jeff, “and Pierce thinks he’s in space! That’s pretty much your territory.”
“Unless when he sees us Pierce thinks we’re aliens-”
“Or Martians,” said Troy.
“-and then really thinks he&rsqstudy rohad closed behind the Dean, the Doctor pulled out a strange looking device withuo;s in space.”
Jeff and the rest of the group just stared.
“Sorry guys, looks like Troy and I are gonna have to sit this one out. We’re caught up in a B plot anyway.”
After the group had left, Troy turned to Abed. “How do you know it’s a B plot, not an A plot? I mean, theirs is hallucinations and fake sci-fi stuff. Basically, any other Thursday at Greendale. But ours is real sci-fi stuff. That’s at least a Friday.”
“TA-DA!” The Doctor jumped out of the TARDIS with an enormous Abraham Lincoln hat on his head. “Off we go!” he shouted as he bounded out into the hall.
Abed looked at Troy. “Good point.”
As Troy and Abed followed the Doctor through the hallways of Greendale, he eyed Leonard’s backpack speculatively, pop-popped right back at Magnitude and continued saying “Pop-Pop!” to everyone else they encountered until his sonic screwdriver made a sort of ‘ping’ sound and he became distracted. Or maybe he had been distracted and was now focused.
“Ah-ha!” he said, “Stuff!” and took off down the science hallway, which was also the world history hallway and the women’s studies hallway.
And...scene.
Title: Extraterrestrial Activities
Fandoms: Community and Doctor Who
Characters: Troy, Abed, Eleventh Doctor
Rating: totally PG
AN: I started writing this before Inspector Spacetime happened, for the record. So consider this set before Britta introduces Abed to a certain British science fiction show.
Summary: Troy and Abed meet a strange man with a blue box.
The first time Troy saw the blue box, he just assumed it was one of the dean’s weird set pieces or something, maybe a police theme this week.
The second time he saw the blue box, it had moved from the parking lot to the library, where it was now blocking the vent that led to Annie’s Boobs’s home.
Troy’s last class had ended over an hour ago, but he was meeting Abed in the study room. Only Abed wasn’t in their usual spot. A strange man was. He looked older than Troy but younger than Jeff, although you wouldn’t know it from the weird jacket. Or the bow-tie.
“Hello!” he said when Troy walked in. “You must be Troy! I do apologize for taking your spot, but I had to move my ship so it wouldn’t get towed. Something about a permit or other such nonsense. Anyway, so we went for a little spin, and she picked the library! I love libraries. So many words, and everyone shushing,” he said, lowering his voice to something approximating a whisper. “It’s marvelous! Plus your friend here was just filling me in a bit about your school, giving me the scoop wouldn’t you say?”
While Troy was still staring at the strange British man, the door on the front of the blue box opened, and out stepped Abed.
“Good, you’re here,” he said. “You’ve got to see this. It’s bigger on the inside!”
“Don’t spoil it,” the stranger muttered.
Troy looked at the blue box, then at Abed. This wasn’t going to be like the cartoon wall thing, was it?
“It’s not like the cartoon wall scene, I swear,” said Abed.
Troy would not be so easily fooled though. Not this time. “Are you saying that because it’s not and you mean it, or it is and you’re just saying that?”
“While it’s true that I would most likely say the same thing even if this were a repeat incident, in this case I really do mean it, Troy. You can trust-”
But Abed didn’t get to finish telling Troy whom he could trust because at that moment the strange man, tired of this delay, snuck up behind them and shoved them both through the open door and into-
“Whoa,” Troy said, when he could speak again. “My brain. I think it just exploded.”
For indeed, it really was bigger on the inside.
“Alright, I’m the Doctor, very nice to meet you, and now that we’re all introduced, let’s get down to business.”
“To defeat the huns?” said Troy.
“No, not the huns,” said the Doctor. Troy’s shoulders sagged a bit. “Unless there are huns here,” the strange man continued, “in which case, they’re way ahead of their time. Get it? Ahead of their time?”
“Very clever,” said Abed.
“Mmm. Tough crowd. Anyway, no huns we hope, but definitely aliens! Although we might not be defeating them. ‘S not the plan anyway, though it always seems to come down to that eventuality. But hope for the best, that’s what we’ll do. So now-”
“Exposition?” Abed said.
“Well yes, although not too much of it. The TARDIS detected some technology that is way out of place and time, and my companions---oooh, companionsssss, I like the sound of that-my companionssss are off honeymooning it up, so I decided to pop on over and investigate, just a quick jaunt you know, be back before they know it. And besides, it’s been ages since I’ve been to the states. Not literally ages, you know, least not…”
Troy stepped closer to Abed as the strange man talked on. And on. “Did you understand any of that?”
“There may be aliens at Greendale.”
“Oh. Whoa. Wait.” Troy gave Abed a sideways look. Abed tilted his head. Troy tilted his head too. Then he shook it. “Right. Aliens. Maybe I should get my costume! You know, I fixed it after that crazy Halloween party.”
“Cool. Cool cool cool.”
“Right,” the strange man said as he prodded a lever on the ship’s console, “enough chit chat. We haven’t got all day. Time’s a wasting!” He bounded over to Troy and Abed, then right out the door. “Well no, not really, but it’s an expression you know, one of my favorites here on Earth. Time’s a-wast-ing. How can time be wasting?”
After only a moment’s hesitation, Troy and Abed followed him. “So…” Troy said as the door swung shut behind him, “what do we do?”
“Ah, well, I’ve got to ask you…have you noticed anything…out of place?”
Troy glanced back at the spaceship slash time machine that he had found in the library. “Out of place?”
“Yes, you know, anyone acting strange?”
Abed raised his eyebrows at Troy.
“What do you mean by ‘strange’?” Abed asked the Doctor. “Should we be more concerned about someone who has always been strange, or someone who has recently started acting stranger than usual?”
“Hmmm,” the Doctor said. “The first one, I suppose. If they’re an alien, well then they’ve always been an alien, you know, don’t just come down with a case of Slitheen all of the good lord what is that?”
“Well hello there Earthlings! All of us extraterrestrials will be having close encounters in the computer lab today with the brand-new SPACE bars! Students will now be able to type essays that aren’t one supernova-sized word!”
[describe his outfit - think female jetsons]
The dean then noticed the Doctor. “Oh,” he said. “Hiii. I haven’t seen you before. Prospective student? I hope Troy and Abed here are very helpful. Do come down to my office if you want anything. And remember, Greendale welcomes all kinds of people. We’re all Human Beings, after all!”
“Thank you, yes,” the Doctor replied with a broad grin, “these two chaps are being very helpful…”
“Hmmm,” the Dean said, “British and wearing a bow tie. Be still my heart.”
“Yes, I do wear a bow tie. Bow ties are cool.”
“Right. Very…cool.”
When the door had closed behind the Dean, the Doctor pulled out a strange looking device with a glowy green thing on the end and pointed it at the space Dean Pelton had just vacated.
“Wait,” Troy said, eyes widening in excitement, “is the Dean a-”
“Red herring?” said Abed. “Absolutely.”
“False alarm,” said the Doctor, sounding mildly disappointed. “He’s completely human. And fascinating. Anyway, into the breach we go - no, wait, we’re in America! I need a disguise.” With that, he popped back into the TARDIS, leaving Troy and Abed alone with the blue police box when Britta, Shirley, Annie, and Jeff burst into the study rohad closed behind the Dean, the Doctor pulled out a strange looking device with a glowy green thing on the end and om.
“Troy, Abed, there you are!” shouted Britta. “Come quick-Pierce took too many pills again and now he’s chained himself to a table in the computer lab because he thinks he’s in zero gravity!”
A beat.
“So what do you need us for?” said Abed.
“I don’t know; you’re nerds,” said Jeff, “and Pierce thinks he’s in space! That’s pretty much your territory.”
“Unless when he sees us Pierce thinks we’re aliens-”
“Or Martians,” said Troy.
“-and then really thinks he&rsqstudy rohad closed behind the Dean, the Doctor pulled out a strange looking device withuo;s in space.”
Jeff and the rest of the group just stared.
“Sorry guys, looks like Troy and I are gonna have to sit this one out. We’re caught up in a B plot anyway.”
After the group had left, Troy turned to Abed. “How do you know it’s a B plot, not an A plot? I mean, theirs is hallucinations and fake sci-fi stuff. Basically, any other Thursday at Greendale. But ours is real sci-fi stuff. That’s at least a Friday.”
“TA-DA!” The Doctor jumped out of the TARDIS with an enormous Abraham Lincoln hat on his head. “Off we go!” he shouted as he bounded out into the hall.
Abed looked at Troy. “Good point.”
As Troy and Abed followed the Doctor through the hallways of Greendale, he eyed Leonard’s backpack speculatively, pop-popped right back at Magnitude and continued saying “Pop-Pop!” to everyone else they encountered until his sonic screwdriver made a sort of ‘ping’ sound and he became distracted. Or maybe he had been distracted and was now focused.
“Ah-ha!” he said, “Stuff!” and took off down the science hallway, which was also the world history hallway and the women’s studies hallway.
And...scene.