Is there a Doctor in the House?
Author: Sheryllx
Title: Is there a Doctor in the House?
Fandom: Being Human/Doctor Who
Rating: U
Spoilers: None
Plot: Some old David Tennant ep's of Doctor Who were on BBC3 the other week and with Single Father on as well I just thought it'd be rather brilliant if he appeared in the BH household aha. I hope you all like it, it's just a bit of fun really, to distract me from my journalism coursework Lol! :) x x
‘What the hell is that noise?’ Mitchell asked storming into the kitchen where George was making a tarte tatin.
‘I don’t know Mitchell, maybe Annie’s doing the washing again, you know she hates it when you leave a pile of dirty clothes in your room.’
‘Wait, there it was again! Tell me you heard it, it’s a kind-of…whoosh noise’ he said with emphasis and hand movements on the whoosh.
‘I think you’ll find it’s the washing machine, they do make a whoosh noise apparently’ George said imitating Mitchell’s hand movements.
‘It’s not the washing machine! It’s coming from upstairs...’ Mitchell said before grabbing the rolling pin and heading off the stairs.
‘Oh don’t use the kitchen utensils as weapons; I’ve still got to use that!’ He said calling up to him before muttering ‘If he snaps it in half again I will not be impressed’ remembering the time Mitchell whacked the rolling pin onto the window sill thinking it was an intruder when it actually turned out to be a pair of his jeans.
‘What the…?’ Mitchell shouted looking at a blue police box standing in the middle of his bedroom.
‘Mitchell!’ George said eyeing up the new addition to Mitchell’s collection. Having a hundred years of so-called living, his room was a treasure trove of memorabilia. His first world war helmet was resting on top of his wardrobe, a headdress from the 20’s that belonged to a showgirl he’d met hung from one of the curtain hooks, an extensive collection of 50’s records and original record player sat on the side and he had an original Farrah Fawcett poster on the wall as well. The collectors from Antiques road show would have a field day delving around Mitchell’s room. Both George and Annie would constantly remind him that he was sitting on a goldmine but Mitchell would never sell it, every item in that room meant something to him, it wasn’t just a random item he’d bought from a car boot sale.
‘Not more random memorabilia! I love your stuff you know I do but this; this is taking things a bit too far! It blocks off half your room for a start’
‘You think this is mine?! I didn’t buy this!’ He argued before adding shortly after ‘And what are you calling “random memorabilia”?’ but before George had a chance to reply the door of the police box opened and a man with brown hair wearing a blue suit and a brown overcoat stepped out looking rather confused. He was shortly followed by a woman with red hair.
‘This definitely isn’t Ibiza!’ she said looking distastefully at Mitchell’s room, depressed at the lack of sunlight and beach qualities.
‘This could be Ibiza?’ He said before asking ‘Is this Ibiza?’ totally oblivious to the fact that Mitchell was holding the rolling pin above his head as if he was about to swing a cricket bat.
‘Who are you, what in god’s name is that and why the hell are you in my bedroom?!’
‘Irish. Riiiight. Ireland. Britain. Well, that’s almost Ibiza?’
‘This is no where near almost Ibiza Doctor!’ Donna complained ‘You promised me the beach not a stingy flat in Ireland!
‘Hey, what are you calling stingy?!’ Mitchell argued
‘And I’ll have you know, some of our nights at the local pub are almost like Ibiza’ George chipped in trying to defend their town.
‘I’ve finished tidying the lounge up so who wants tea?’ Annie asked appearing from no where ‘Gosh, what’s that? Wait how come Mitchell’s been allowed to buy something but I got banned from using George’s credit card!’
‘Because you kept using it to buy clothes from Topshop that you can’t even wear!’
‘That dress was gorgeous though! Gok Wan said it’s this season’s must-have!’
‘Well, there’s still time to buy it, it’s in fashion for the next two years, well, one, well til winter’ the Doctor said.
‘Since when did you know about fashion?’ Donna asked him
‘Since the Tardis broke and I had to spend the day at More magazine’
‘Oh hello, I didn’t know we had guests’ Annie said slapping George on the chest ‘Who are you then?’ she said smiling
‘Yes, sorry, I’m the Doctor and this is Donna. I guess we took a wrong turn, we were meant to be heading for Ibiza.’
‘Oh what a shame. I know how you feel though, I'd much rather be in Ibiza than here. Me and the girls were planning to go there for my next birthday. Won't be doing that now will i?!' Annie said disappointed 'Right, well, anyway, hello and welcome to our humble abode here in not-as-sunny Bristol. I’m Annie, this is George and the lunatic with the bat is Mitchell, pleased to meet you. Would you like some tea?’ she said grabbing the rolling pin off of him.
‘Oh yes please, I’d love a cup of tea’ the Doctor said grinning back at her
‘Have you got any biscuits?’ Donna asked ‘Sorry I don’t mean to be cheeky but I was going to get some from the pool bar. Apparently not it seems’
‘Oh yeah course, we’ve got plenty of food!’
‘Sorry, am I missing something here? There’s a random couple in a blue box in our house!’ George shouted shaking his arms, suddenly very aware of how cramped Mitchell's room was now. Although he had the biggest bedroom, with a Police Phone Box in the middle of the floor and four other people standing around, it was getting very claustrophobic.
‘Hey it’s not just a blue box it’s my… transport’
‘You travel in a police box?!’ Mitchell asked
‘Yes, well, no, it’s bigger on the inside…’ he said realising this was the first time he’d ever said that first ‘I’m the Doctor, a time lord; I travel through time and space through this, the Tardis with my... err. Donna.’ He replied.
‘Charming’ Donna added 'And we're not random, I'm from Chiswick!'
‘Can I just interrupt the madness that this conversation is? There’s no such thing as time lords!’ Mitchell shrieked almost as loud as George does.
‘That’s rich coming from a vampire’ Annie replied rolling her eyes and folding her arms.
‘Vampire?!’ Donna said
‘Yes, Mitchell’s a vampire, George is a werewolf and I’m a ghost.’
‘A vampire, werewolf and a ghost…are living in a house…in Bristol?’ the Doctor said bemused.
‘Yes, we’re quite hospitable. Oh! You should stay, we’re having lasagne tonight with tarte tatin to finish, and George is cooking!’
‘No Annie, they’re not staying, we don’t even know who they are?’ George quipped in inspecting the Tardis by knocking on the door.
‘I told you I’m the Doctor’ he said again slapping George’s hands away.
‘And I’m Donna’ she said pointing at herself
‘Doctor Who?!’ Mitchell shouted
‘Just the Doctor’.
‘Doctor of what exactly?’ George asked
‘Oh never mind that now George. Let’s get you both downstairs and give you the grand tour’ Annie said taking the Doctor’s arm and leading him away with Donna following after eyeing up Mitchell in the process.
‘This is madness’ Mitchell said
‘I know’ George agreed ‘With my qualifications I’m way more suited to being a time-lord than I am a were-wolf!’
Title: Is there a Doctor in the House?
Fandom: Being Human/Doctor Who
Rating: U
Spoilers: None
Plot: Some old David Tennant ep's of Doctor Who were on BBC3 the other week and with Single Father on as well I just thought it'd be rather brilliant if he appeared in the BH household aha. I hope you all like it, it's just a bit of fun really, to distract me from my journalism coursework Lol! :) x x
‘What the hell is that noise?’ Mitchell asked storming into the kitchen where George was making a tarte tatin.
‘I don’t know Mitchell, maybe Annie’s doing the washing again, you know she hates it when you leave a pile of dirty clothes in your room.’
‘Wait, there it was again! Tell me you heard it, it’s a kind-of…whoosh noise’ he said with emphasis and hand movements on the whoosh.
‘I think you’ll find it’s the washing machine, they do make a whoosh noise apparently’ George said imitating Mitchell’s hand movements.
‘It’s not the washing machine! It’s coming from upstairs...’ Mitchell said before grabbing the rolling pin and heading off the stairs.
‘Oh don’t use the kitchen utensils as weapons; I’ve still got to use that!’ He said calling up to him before muttering ‘If he snaps it in half again I will not be impressed’ remembering the time Mitchell whacked the rolling pin onto the window sill thinking it was an intruder when it actually turned out to be a pair of his jeans.
‘What the…?’ Mitchell shouted looking at a blue police box standing in the middle of his bedroom.
‘Mitchell!’ George said eyeing up the new addition to Mitchell’s collection. Having a hundred years of so-called living, his room was a treasure trove of memorabilia. His first world war helmet was resting on top of his wardrobe, a headdress from the 20’s that belonged to a showgirl he’d met hung from one of the curtain hooks, an extensive collection of 50’s records and original record player sat on the side and he had an original Farrah Fawcett poster on the wall as well. The collectors from Antiques road show would have a field day delving around Mitchell’s room. Both George and Annie would constantly remind him that he was sitting on a goldmine but Mitchell would never sell it, every item in that room meant something to him, it wasn’t just a random item he’d bought from a car boot sale.
‘Not more random memorabilia! I love your stuff you know I do but this; this is taking things a bit too far! It blocks off half your room for a start’
‘You think this is mine?! I didn’t buy this!’ He argued before adding shortly after ‘And what are you calling “random memorabilia”?’ but before George had a chance to reply the door of the police box opened and a man with brown hair wearing a blue suit and a brown overcoat stepped out looking rather confused. He was shortly followed by a woman with red hair.
‘This definitely isn’t Ibiza!’ she said looking distastefully at Mitchell’s room, depressed at the lack of sunlight and beach qualities.
‘This could be Ibiza?’ He said before asking ‘Is this Ibiza?’ totally oblivious to the fact that Mitchell was holding the rolling pin above his head as if he was about to swing a cricket bat.
‘Who are you, what in god’s name is that and why the hell are you in my bedroom?!’
‘Irish. Riiiight. Ireland. Britain. Well, that’s almost Ibiza?’
‘This is no where near almost Ibiza Doctor!’ Donna complained ‘You promised me the beach not a stingy flat in Ireland!
‘Hey, what are you calling stingy?!’ Mitchell argued
‘And I’ll have you know, some of our nights at the local pub are almost like Ibiza’ George chipped in trying to defend their town.
‘I’ve finished tidying the lounge up so who wants tea?’ Annie asked appearing from no where ‘Gosh, what’s that? Wait how come Mitchell’s been allowed to buy something but I got banned from using George’s credit card!’
‘Because you kept using it to buy clothes from Topshop that you can’t even wear!’
‘That dress was gorgeous though! Gok Wan said it’s this season’s must-have!’
‘Well, there’s still time to buy it, it’s in fashion for the next two years, well, one, well til winter’ the Doctor said.
‘Since when did you know about fashion?’ Donna asked him
‘Since the Tardis broke and I had to spend the day at More magazine’
‘Oh hello, I didn’t know we had guests’ Annie said slapping George on the chest ‘Who are you then?’ she said smiling
‘Yes, sorry, I’m the Doctor and this is Donna. I guess we took a wrong turn, we were meant to be heading for Ibiza.’
‘Oh what a shame. I know how you feel though, I'd much rather be in Ibiza than here. Me and the girls were planning to go there for my next birthday. Won't be doing that now will i?!' Annie said disappointed 'Right, well, anyway, hello and welcome to our humble abode here in not-as-sunny Bristol. I’m Annie, this is George and the lunatic with the bat is Mitchell, pleased to meet you. Would you like some tea?’ she said grabbing the rolling pin off of him.
‘Oh yes please, I’d love a cup of tea’ the Doctor said grinning back at her
‘Have you got any biscuits?’ Donna asked ‘Sorry I don’t mean to be cheeky but I was going to get some from the pool bar. Apparently not it seems’
‘Oh yeah course, we’ve got plenty of food!’
‘Sorry, am I missing something here? There’s a random couple in a blue box in our house!’ George shouted shaking his arms, suddenly very aware of how cramped Mitchell's room was now. Although he had the biggest bedroom, with a Police Phone Box in the middle of the floor and four other people standing around, it was getting very claustrophobic.
‘Hey it’s not just a blue box it’s my… transport’
‘You travel in a police box?!’ Mitchell asked
‘Yes, well, no, it’s bigger on the inside…’ he said realising this was the first time he’d ever said that first ‘I’m the Doctor, a time lord; I travel through time and space through this, the Tardis with my... err. Donna.’ He replied.
‘Charming’ Donna added 'And we're not random, I'm from Chiswick!'
‘Can I just interrupt the madness that this conversation is? There’s no such thing as time lords!’ Mitchell shrieked almost as loud as George does.
‘That’s rich coming from a vampire’ Annie replied rolling her eyes and folding her arms.
‘Vampire?!’ Donna said
‘Yes, Mitchell’s a vampire, George is a werewolf and I’m a ghost.’
‘A vampire, werewolf and a ghost…are living in a house…in Bristol?’ the Doctor said bemused.
‘Yes, we’re quite hospitable. Oh! You should stay, we’re having lasagne tonight with tarte tatin to finish, and George is cooking!’
‘No Annie, they’re not staying, we don’t even know who they are?’ George quipped in inspecting the Tardis by knocking on the door.
‘I told you I’m the Doctor’ he said again slapping George’s hands away.
‘And I’m Donna’ she said pointing at herself
‘Doctor Who?!’ Mitchell shouted
‘Just the Doctor’.
‘Doctor of what exactly?’ George asked
‘Oh never mind that now George. Let’s get you both downstairs and give you the grand tour’ Annie said taking the Doctor’s arm and leading him away with Donna following after eyeing up Mitchell in the process.
‘This is madness’ Mitchell said
‘I know’ George agreed ‘With my qualifications I’m way more suited to being a time-lord than I am a were-wolf!’