**Note: This story contains the 11th Doctor, as played by Matt Smith in the TV series “Doctor Who.” The author claims no rights to any Doctor Who characters/props, however does claim to be a Whovian. This is an original work of fan fiction for this prompt.
Office Intrigue in the Future
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Ryan rubbed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. He had been putting in too many long days recently at the office and it was beginning to catch up with him. He looked at his watch and sighed.
If he left now, he would have to be back in just over eight hours.
Out of the corner of his eye, he swore he saw someone walk past his door.
That’s odd. I know I’m the only one in the building. He stood and walked to the doorway and looked down the hall. No one. Man, I really must need sleep if I’m seeing things now.
He turned to go back to his desk when once again, he swore he saw someone, this time down the hall a bit.
“Hello? Who’s there?”
Just then, a man popped out from around the corner of a cubicle wall.
“Oh hello there!” He waved at Ryan with an almost goofy grin. He was tall and lanky with messy hair, and wore suspenders to hold up his trousers. Topping off the ensemble was a matching bowtie and tweed coat.
Ryan narrowed his eyes, shifting into a guarded stance. “Who in bloody hell are you?”
The man hooked this thumbs in his suspenders and said quite matter-of-factly, “I’m the Doctor.”
“Doctor? Why would there be a doctor in a law firm? Did someone fall ill?”
“Nope. Not unless it’s you. Say, you haven’t told me your name.”
“Great! I’ll just call you Ryan, because with a last name of Butt, it would get awkward really quickly. So. Ryan then. Perhaps you could help me since you know the layout of this building. But first, where is the kitchen? I’m starving!”
“Kitchen? We don’t have a kitchen.”
“Well then, some sort of other room with food?”
“There’s the break room—”
“Ah, splendid!” The Doctor clapped his hands together. “Which way then?”
Ryan, confused at this whole encounter, pointed the other way. “Down there, third door on your right.”
“Then what are we waiting for? Come on!”
Just great, Ryan thought, I get to supervise some mad man as he ransacks our fridge. He took his phone out of his pocket, ready to dial the police if he needed to.
When they reached the break room, the Doctor began rummaging through the cabinets and finally the fridge. He pulled out a container. “This looks good.” There was a sandwich inside, and after taking a large bite, he spit it out.
“Yuck. Mustard. I don’t like mustard.” He tossed the container on the table and pulled out a to-go pack of custard. “Now here is something worth eating. Got any fish sticks?” The look on Ryan’s face said enough. “Never mind. This is good enough.” He tipped back the container, squeezing the soft plastic until it dropped into his mouth.
“You know, there are spoons here…”
“Nah, I’m good.” He set the container down and leaned against the counter. “So. You. Helping me. Have you seen a small sonic device about yay big with a green light on the end of it?” He held his hands apart, the distance not much greater than that of a pen.
“Uhm…no? Should I have?”
“A funny little man with a chipped tooth—at least I think he was a man at one point—came through here about an hour ago. My T.A.R.D.I.S. tracked him to this building. It’s a hotbed of alien activity.”
“Are you sure you have his proper identity? I’ve been here all day and no one strange came through these doors that I’m aware of. And what is a T.A.R.D.I.S.?”
“My ship, of course. You haven’t seen anyone out of the ordinary?”
“Well unless you help me find my sonic, I’m afraid there will be an alien civilization trying to destroy your planet.” He began to open the cabinets again, peering inside to search for possible hiding spots.
Ryan slowly began to back into the hallway as he picked up his phone. “This is crazy. I’m calling the police.” But before he could even press a button, the Doctor spun around to face him, catching him off-guard.
“Wait! What year is it?”
The Doctor slapped a palm to his forehead. “That’s why! We are a hundred years too early. Come on, follow me!”
Ryan contemplated hitting the send button, but he hesitated too long. The Doctor grabbed his arm and pulled him along until Ryan was running to keep up on his own. They exited the building into the alleyway behind it, and there stood a tall blue police box. The Doctor opened the door for him.
“A police box?”
“Oh just get inside.”
Ryan stepped over the threshold and was completely blown away by what he saw. He took a step back outside and studied the police box a moment before going back inside. This time, the Doctor followed him.
Ryan stammered, and the Doctor silently imitated him from behind. “It’s—it’s bigger—”
“On the inside, yes, yes. Now let’s try and get to next century before it’s too late.” He began flipping switches and levers on the console. “I suggest you hold on.”
Ryan approached the console in wonderment and found a bar to hold onto. “This is a spaceship?”
“Yup. My T.A.R.D.I.S. Though she’s a bit fickle sometimes with the time travel stuff. But she can fly successfully. Just is off a few years every now and then or so.”
The T.A.R.D.I.S. made some whooshing sounds, and if Ryan were honest with himself, he was slightly terrified. The Doctor turned to him and grinned. “And we’re off! Geronimo!”
The T.A.R.D.I.S. faded away from the alley, and they were gone.