Doctor Who Fanfic Part One“LOST: One timey wimey detector. It goes ding when there’s stuff. If found, bring to the blue police call box on the corner of 6th Street and 13 Avenue. Also stay away from hens- it’s not pretty when they blow.” That was the newspaper ad. Of course I thought it was weird. I am the queen of Weirdland. I mean, me and my one friend were the biggest nerds in school. So I had to go figure it out. I went home to Google timey wimey detectors. For the first time, Google had nothing. Great. Now I had to find this... thing that goes ding when there’s... stuff with no clue what it looks like. Wait... Stuff? What kind of stuff? Talk about specific adevertising. I would just have to find the police call box, whatever that was.I grabbed my backpack (the same one I’ve had since first grade) and stuffed it with the necessary items. I also grabbed peanut butter and jelly sandwich and my Swiss
Doctor Who: Part Two: All of Time And SpaceDisclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, the TARDIS, the timey wimey detector, or anything else otherwise related to Doctor Who.___________________________________________________________________ I’m ready to start. I fidget as the Doctor gets out some pictures and a small piece of metal, as high- tech as the... TARDIS was it and as long as a toothbrush.“This is the sonic screwdriver,” he says, holding up the metal thing, “It’s saved my life many times.”“How can something that small save your life?” I asked, confused, “And how is it a screwdriver?”“Well... it doesn’t really look like a screwdriver does it... should change the name... no, can’t do that.... Anyways, It can do lots of things,” he mumbled.“Like what?” I asked him innocently, wanting to know more.“It can unlock locks. And it can also rea
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