Doctor Who

The clanking was approaching, making Ace nervous. She needed to concentrate while preparing nitro9. Exploding to gazillion pieces could ruin her day.
"Professor," she shouted. "Enough with the spoons!"
A reply came while Ace was inserting fuses: "I once lost an afternoon playing a drum. I prefer spoons."
"Lost? Look behind the fridge," Ace answered distractedly.
***
Twisting a timer, Ace aimed at a practice target.
"The drum wasn't there."
The bomb slipped from Ace's hand.
"But I found the afternoon. And I know where to put it."
The ticking flask disappeared.
"We should go. The place will explode this afternoon."

Room after vibrant room, the Doctor was getting gloomier. He had carefully coloured every piece of every map. Each corner of Gallifrey, Tara, the planets of E-space - he had already visited every interesting landmark (and most of the uninteresting ones) throughout the multiverse.
Downhearted, he walked back, trailed by his scarf.
By accident, he glimpsed a narrow white strip on his favourite planet.
***
Romana looked at the dark scanner: "It's broken. Again."
"No," the Doctor beamed. "It's the Mariana Trench. I've never been here."
Romana sighed: "Well, as untarnished blacknesses go, it's first rate."
"Yes," he said blissfully. "It is."

"Yes, what is it?" The Doctor said tersely.
A child was banging at his junkyard's doors.
"Young man," he continued, intending to chide the boy.
The boy rolled his eyes.
"Oh, come on," he blinked and the Doctor jumped.
"You're... me. I didn't realize I would get so young."
"After a few regeneration series..."
"You know, you've got it all. You're starting..," the boy stopped abruptly.
"Me? The future's boring, so I'm revisiting the past. This Chesterton, what do you see in him?"
"Who's Chesterton?"
"Sorry, you'll meet him later."
"But you should broaden this earthling's mind when you do."

As a teacher, Ian was used to outbursts. To the eye rolls and "But, Mr. Chesterton!"'s. However, one "I'm not a child anymore!" sent shivers down his spine.
That voice carried more than the superiority of a fifteen-year-old.
"Come, John Smith."
Ian's respect-instilling tone didn't work.
"Father?" The boy smirked.
Ian hesitated. Doctor John Smith was somewhat eccentric.
"Yes, bring him," he said finally.
"I'm not good enough. He wants the millennia younger model. I'll visit my Susan. Her old fool of a grandfather should teach the teacher manners!"
Ian caught the whispered tirade. Now, what was this about?

"To jste vy, doktore? Japak jste na tom s dží dý pí ár?
"Éeee...."
"Nedělejte, že nevíte. Žádná data o pacientech ve vlastním počítači, jen na serveru. Počítač si zaheslujte. Odhlašujte se pokaždé, když odcházíte. Heslo měňte co tři měsíce."
"Víte, já..."
"Zprávy posílejte jen zazipované. Heslo ke zprávám neposílejte adresátovi z téže mailové adresy, napište SMS. Nedávejte dvěma adresátům stejná hesla. Nejlepší hesla jsou jednorázová. Nebo ty zprávy radši jen faxujte."
"Víte, já ale nejsem lidský doktor..."
"Á, už to mám. Vy nejste doktor, vy jste tenhle Doktor. No, tak mi řekněte, jak máte zabezpečená osobní data svých spolucestujících."

Byla jediná místnost, do níž se bál chodit, a byla hluboko uvnitř. Utvářela se s ním, s každou jeho cestou. S každou z nich přibyl na veliké, složité, mnoharozměrné mapě jeden zářící bod, malá připomínka světa, který navštívil. Kdysi se mu líbilo jen tam tak stát a dívat se, utopený ve tmě mezi světélky, mít celý vesmír jako na dlani. Představovat si všechna ta místa, která se ještě časem rozsvítí.
Děsilo ho, že nedokázal postřehnout přesný okamžik, kdy se to zlomilo, kdy světélka začala mizet.
Když na místě Gallifrey uviděl jen nekonečné křičící nic, zavřel dveře místnosti s mapou navždycky.

Zachránili spolu Londýn. Bylo to šílené a nebezpečné. A bylo to to nejlepší, co ve svém nudném světě zažila. A on má tu drzost se rozloučit a pak jí jen tak mezi řečí nabídnout, že může jít s ním.
Co si o sobě ten ušatý floutek myslí?
"Je to vždycky tak nebezpečné?"
"Ano."
Nemůže. Má přece svůj život tady, mamku a Mikiho. Dá mu sbohem a sleduje tu modrou budku mizet ve vzduchu.
Je čas jít domů.
V tom slyšela ten příšerný zvuk znovu.
Vesele vykouknul ze dveří. "Mimochodem, zmínil jsem se, že je to i stroj času?"
Odpověděla úsměvem.

The head was a dead giveaway, so to say.
"Oh, dear," the Doctor rubbed his hands.
"Jamie?"
"Yes, Doctor?"
"I wanted to get ahead of my horse, not his head."
"I know," Jamie replied confidently. "It wasn't your horse."
"Oh dear," the Doctor's face fell. "You see, I didn't really mean any head. I meant ahead."
He glanced hopefully at Jamie, who looked confused.
"How to explain...," he mused.
"Oh, when the malt tax collectors came, you were ready. You were ahead."
"No," Jamie frowned. "I was a wee child of one."
"Oh dear."
This would take a whole day.

--Access Denied--
"Come on, Doctor," Melanie said exasperatedly.
"You can't rush a genius," he retorted.
"But I know your passwords."
--Access Denied--
"Ha," the Doctor bellowed in triumph. "It's not always 'kitty'!"
"Maybe it's in my other coat," he mumbled after checking all the colourful pockets. He even examined his kitty pins.
"Ha!"
--Access Denied--
"Great, third miss. Now you'll never get in!"
"Don't shout, Mel! It's the refuge of the dim-witted!" he replied even more loudly.
--Access Granted--
"Hm, miss thrice and enter."
"What kind of security system is that?" Melanie asked incredulously.
"The brilliant kind. I designed it."

The Doctor lain down in the grass. He pulled the hat from his curls down to his face. A fishing rod was sticking out of the ground, a float bobbing up and down in a creek.
"So this is fishing."
"Yes, Romana."
"It looks boring."
"Yes, Romana."
"What's that?"
The Doctor snored in response.
Seconds later, a hand grabbed Romana, pulling her down.
"Doctor!" She managed to scream.
His snoring was unaffected.
Well, she thought, no need to pretend.
A minute later, the monster was happily sitting by her feet.
"Well done."
"You were watching!"
"Of course," the Doctor smiled.