Doctor Who

I want to pay respect to the grumpy grandfather, to the clown and his recorder, to the dandy with his gadgets. To the great mind in a youngster's body keen on scarves and hats. Then, there's the cricket man and his love for sports. Running is especially dear to us. And when I say running, I mean running when I say so. Even the patchwork cat-loving loudmouth had his moments.
Please, these are my last moments. Let me make some peace.
I'm not stalling!
Also to the umbrella and musical spoons man - I could use that now. Ah, well...
RUN!

"We've arrived."
Tegan looked at the scanner. It showed a white wasteland.
"This is Heathrow airport? They sure forgot to clean the snow!"
The Doctor hung his head.
"The old girl is a bit temperamental. But we'll get you home."
"You said that before," Tegan answered, her voice raising. "Many times!"
"You're being unfair," Nissa joined in.
"Of course," Tegan shouted. "You're on his side!"
"Look," Nissa tried yet again. "We'll get there - eventually. Just try to enjoy the trip."
"Yeah, I'll be more optimistic! I hope we die before I see Heathrow in yet another time," Tegan stormed out.

The woman was wearing distinctly non-1960's clothes and carrying a stun gun. One that would no longer stun - it looked more like a multi-functional probe. Grandfather would approve.
"You're Susan," she gasped and hugged me.
"Sorry, I'm Doctor's...," she stuttered. "I mean, your..."
I remember her expression of pure joy. I imagine myself looking the same with David.
Then I noticed the tears.
"I'm Jenny, your...," she stammered again, but an explosion cut her off.
"Catch you later," she ran in the explosion's direction.
We never met again. A pity as she reminded me of the younger, less grumpy grandfather.

An explosion shook the room, scaring aliens. Humans just clasped their drinks tighter to prevent spilling.
"Why aren't you afraid?" A multi-legged creature asked. "Whole planets exploded during this war."
"We've got an arrangement," a human answered. "All parties leave us and survive."
"But you're defenseless! All humans do is... nothing."
"We used to be powerful, but did it help us?"
The man counted: "Daleks, Cybermen, Axos, Nestene. Others. If not for the Doctor, we'd be destroyed many times over. Better just dawdle."
Confused, the alien glanced outside: "Look, snow!"
"No, dust from a starship. Someone didn't honour the arrangement."

"I'm not a fish!" Frobisher shouted.
"They're not that picky," the Doctor replied from the next cauldron.
"You said they eat fish."
"No, I said they eat anything that swims. You had to hunt those Gumblejacks!"
"I'm a penguin. I can't leave without tasting the best fish around."
Frobisher slapped his marinade. Several droplets ended on his face.
"Good sauce," he licked himself.
"Hey! There's something missing here!"
Their kidnappers frowned.
"What are you doing?" the Doctor hissed exasperatedly.
"Playing for time."
"Great, for what time? Until we're cooked?"
"Got any better ideas?"
"Ehm... Hey! The marinade's not good enough!"

Clasping his lapels, the Doctor tried again: "Young man, I need a comparator."
"We sell electronics," the shop assistant squeaked, then turned and ran.
"What a rude man."
"I have one," said a man wearing a panama hat and a pullover with question marks. "Good I'm here. No time travel capsule components on 20th century Earth."
The Doctor tutted, studying the machine.
"Yes, this will do," he replied imperiously, but the man was gone.
***
The Doctor hanged his panama hat. Crossing out 'help with first Tardis malfunction' from a long list, he sighed.
"Why is this regeneration the responsible one?"

"Doctor, is that you?"
An old photo showed a scruffy man winking mischievously. The Doctor scowled.
"You know, Jo, I was a different man back then."
Jo rummaged through the Tardis library and frowned.
"All these university yearbooks say you left during the first year."
"Well, collecting yearbook appearances was more fun than collecting degrees. As was getting expelled - I wasn't too polite in those days."
"You've flunked out of more schools than I heard of and you scold me for failing A-level science?"
"Not scold, my dear, encourage. Now, be a good girl and go make tea or something."

The Doctor's satisfied smile froze, his hearts missed several beats.
Two children were gaping over his shoulder in terror, witnessing carnage no ten-year-old ever should.
"I have a story," he improvised quickly. "About sour grapes and sweet berries."
He talked and gestured, accompanied by his spoons. Soon the children forgot their terror.
"The sour defeated the sweet." he ended.
"So should you, candy isn't healthy."
"Was the story true?" A child asked.
"Maybe."
"Were you the grape?"
"Who knows," he replied, winking.
Both children laughed and unwrapped a lollipop.
"Well, you can't win them all," the Doctor muttered and smiled.

"Yes?"
The man scrutinized him, taking in the innocent look of a young English gentleman. His eyes stopped at the celery pinned to the coat.
"I want to see the Doctor."
"Yes, what do you want?" the Doctor replied.
"I don't need a messenger, boy. I want the Doctor."
"Although, I am here to deliver a message," he added.
"Just move away."
Pulling out a gun, he shoved the Doctor aside. The Doctor stepped back, lazily waving his screwdriver. The weapon flew apart.
"I wish people stopped underestimating me," the Doctor sighed.
"Now, what message do you have?" He smiled.

Clara byla ochotná pomáhat při záchraně vesmíru, ale aby byl osud jedné planety zcela v jejích rukou, to bylo nad její síly. Proto se vzdala všech dobrodružství a Doktora opustila. Ale byla to chyba. Teď už se nemohla vrátit k normálnímu životu, když věděla, co všechno je za hranicemi Země. Rozhodla se vrátit. A Doktor svolil, pod jednou podmínkou.
Kdesi ve vesmíru sledovala Clara Doktora, jak vyjíždí s tankem na pódium a nadšeně u toho drnká na kytaru. Nepříliš nadšeně klepla paličkami o buben. Kdyby věděla, že jeho podmínka bude hrát doprovod při jeho mezigalaktickém vystoupení, nikdy by se nevrátila.