[Fic] Dennis and the Doctor
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kittydesadeTitle: Dennis and the Doctor 2/3
Fandom: Harry Potter, Doctor Who
Characters: Dennis, 10th Doctor. Or maybe 9th.
Word Count: 1,000
Rating: PG
Summary: Dennis's curiosity gets him into trouble. Again.
Comments: Still have no idea what I'm doing.
"How did you get down here?"
The Doctor gave him a peculiar look. It was the sort of look as though he was trying to pretend it was an obvious question, but hiding something as well. Dumbledore did it better.
"The same way you did, of course. I fell."
"And how did that get down here?" Dennis pointed at the police box.
"Er," said the Doctor, and busied himself with the control box, because that was what Devin had decided it was.
"You're not a wizard, are you?" Dennis was accustomed to thinking out loud. Having a conversation with himself ensured that he had someone to talk with who knew what he was talking about, because quite often no one else did. "You're not a wizard, not even one who's messed up his Confundus or Memory Charm, which is what I thought had happened to you at first. But you're not a Muggle either, a Muggle down here would probably be quite upset if he'd fallen on that big slimy thing, like you said you did."
"What's a Muggle?" the Doctor asked, clearly not paying attention.
"A Muggle is a non-Wizard. Someone who doesn't live in the wizarding world, who probably doesn't even know it exists. But you don't seem to know about wizards and magic either, and you're not at all worried. So you must be something different."
"I am." The Doctor turned to him with a bright smile. "Different from anyone else in the universe. In all the universes, for that matter."
"In all the universes?" Dennis's eyes went slightly big. "Where do you come from?"
"Some place far, far away. But I'm afraid I'm stuck here unless I can get this bloody damn stubborn door to work."
Dennis watched the Doctor kick it, which reminded him of something else. "What are you a Doctor of? What's your name?"
"Hmm?" He looked up. "Oh, that's it. I'm just the Doctor."
"Just the Doctor? Don't you have a name? Doctor who?"
"Exactly!"
Dennis was very confused. And the Doctor was becoming more and more agitated as the door continued to fail to open.
"Is there something… will something bad happen if you don't get in?"
"No? No! Of course not, except that I won't be able to get out of this smelly, slimy hole, I won't be able to get back to Barcelona, and I won't be able to attend the wedding!"
"You're getting married?"
"No!" It sounded as though it might have had an 'imbecile' attached. "Someone else's wedding." The Doctor trailed off, disgruntled.
Dennis might not have been entirely certain what the Doctor was doing in Barcelona or how he was going to get there in a police box, but the man seemed genuinely upset. And Dennis wasn't the sort to want to see anyone upset for long, not if he could help it. He preferred when people were happy, or at least content.
He stepped up. "Well, this might work." Although he wasn't entirely sure what it would do if the police box, as seemed to be the case from what the Doctor was saying, was no ordinary police box.
What was a police box, anyway?
"Alohamora!"
The door flew open a bit harder than Dennis had intended, and the police box rocked on its corners for a second before settling down. Above them and in some direction he vaguely identified as right, there was a low roaring sound.
He didn't know what made him look down, or what inspired him to connect the roaring sound with the wet and squishy thing from before. But when Dennis looked up there was a shadow bisecting the faint upwards light from the police box, a long and thick shadow that looked somewhat like a tentacle as seen from below. He knew this because he remembered what tentacles looked like, large ones, off the squid.
Evidently the Doctor knew, too.
A hand in the middle of Dennis's back pushed him forward, into the gaping blackness of the police box while the Doctor's voice shouted "Look out!" over his head. He stumbled forward, unable to stop and unable to straighten up as the Doctor ran in behind him and pulled the door shut.
Dennis blinked. It was much larger on the inside.
"How do you do that without magic?" He marveled at the whole thing, running his hand along one of the beams, then pulling it back just in case the Doctor didn't want him to touch anything. There were levers, too. Somehow he didn't think these were meant for pulling, at least not by unskilled hands.
"Hold on," the Doctor said, ignoring his question. "We need to get out of here before that thing decides it needs to scratch an itch."
"An itch?"
"Us!"
Dennis's eyes grew very round. "How big is it?"
"Hold on to something!"
The Doctor was working frantically at his machine, spinning dials, pushing buttons and pulling levers, all sorts of things. There was a whirring sound of metal against metal that seemed to rise and fall, and Dennis was starting to feel a bit dizzy.
"What is it doing?"
"You'll see!" The Doctor had another of his manic grins on. "We're not going far, she should…"
It stopped.
Dennis looked around. He didn't see anything different, didn't hear anything anymore. "What happened?"
"Go on," the Doctor flapped his hand at him. "Go on, look outside. It's perfectly safe now."
Eh?
"Go on."
Dennis went, opening the door cautiously and peeking out, ready to pull his head back in just in case something was out there with a tentacle or a spell or something else aimed at whatever was coming out of the door. But there was nothing. Green grass, birds flying. He caught sight of the Whomping Willow first, too far away to do any harm or take any notice of them. And Hogwarts next, looming like a great comforting giant in the distance.
The Doctor stepped out next to him.
"Fantastic!"
Fandom: Harry Potter, Doctor Who
Characters: Dennis, 10th Doctor. Or maybe 9th.
Word Count: 1,000
Rating: PG
Summary: Dennis's curiosity gets him into trouble. Again.
Comments: Still have no idea what I'm doing.
"How did you get down here?"
The Doctor gave him a peculiar look. It was the sort of look as though he was trying to pretend it was an obvious question, but hiding something as well. Dumbledore did it better.
"The same way you did, of course. I fell."
"And how did that get down here?" Dennis pointed at the police box.
"Er," said the Doctor, and busied himself with the control box, because that was what Devin had decided it was.
"You're not a wizard, are you?" Dennis was accustomed to thinking out loud. Having a conversation with himself ensured that he had someone to talk with who knew what he was talking about, because quite often no one else did. "You're not a wizard, not even one who's messed up his Confundus or Memory Charm, which is what I thought had happened to you at first. But you're not a Muggle either, a Muggle down here would probably be quite upset if he'd fallen on that big slimy thing, like you said you did."
"What's a Muggle?" the Doctor asked, clearly not paying attention.
"A Muggle is a non-Wizard. Someone who doesn't live in the wizarding world, who probably doesn't even know it exists. But you don't seem to know about wizards and magic either, and you're not at all worried. So you must be something different."
"I am." The Doctor turned to him with a bright smile. "Different from anyone else in the universe. In all the universes, for that matter."
"In all the universes?" Dennis's eyes went slightly big. "Where do you come from?"
"Some place far, far away. But I'm afraid I'm stuck here unless I can get this bloody damn stubborn door to work."
Dennis watched the Doctor kick it, which reminded him of something else. "What are you a Doctor of? What's your name?"
"Hmm?" He looked up. "Oh, that's it. I'm just the Doctor."
"Just the Doctor? Don't you have a name? Doctor who?"
"Exactly!"
Dennis was very confused. And the Doctor was becoming more and more agitated as the door continued to fail to open.
"Is there something… will something bad happen if you don't get in?"
"No? No! Of course not, except that I won't be able to get out of this smelly, slimy hole, I won't be able to get back to Barcelona, and I won't be able to attend the wedding!"
"You're getting married?"
"No!" It sounded as though it might have had an 'imbecile' attached. "Someone else's wedding." The Doctor trailed off, disgruntled.
Dennis might not have been entirely certain what the Doctor was doing in Barcelona or how he was going to get there in a police box, but the man seemed genuinely upset. And Dennis wasn't the sort to want to see anyone upset for long, not if he could help it. He preferred when people were happy, or at least content.
He stepped up. "Well, this might work." Although he wasn't entirely sure what it would do if the police box, as seemed to be the case from what the Doctor was saying, was no ordinary police box.
What was a police box, anyway?
"Alohamora!"
The door flew open a bit harder than Dennis had intended, and the police box rocked on its corners for a second before settling down. Above them and in some direction he vaguely identified as right, there was a low roaring sound.
He didn't know what made him look down, or what inspired him to connect the roaring sound with the wet and squishy thing from before. But when Dennis looked up there was a shadow bisecting the faint upwards light from the police box, a long and thick shadow that looked somewhat like a tentacle as seen from below. He knew this because he remembered what tentacles looked like, large ones, off the squid.
Evidently the Doctor knew, too.
A hand in the middle of Dennis's back pushed him forward, into the gaping blackness of the police box while the Doctor's voice shouted "Look out!" over his head. He stumbled forward, unable to stop and unable to straighten up as the Doctor ran in behind him and pulled the door shut.
Dennis blinked. It was much larger on the inside.
"How do you do that without magic?" He marveled at the whole thing, running his hand along one of the beams, then pulling it back just in case the Doctor didn't want him to touch anything. There were levers, too. Somehow he didn't think these were meant for pulling, at least not by unskilled hands.
"Hold on," the Doctor said, ignoring his question. "We need to get out of here before that thing decides it needs to scratch an itch."
"An itch?"
"Us!"
Dennis's eyes grew very round. "How big is it?"
"Hold on to something!"
The Doctor was working frantically at his machine, spinning dials, pushing buttons and pulling levers, all sorts of things. There was a whirring sound of metal against metal that seemed to rise and fall, and Dennis was starting to feel a bit dizzy.
"What is it doing?"
"You'll see!" The Doctor had another of his manic grins on. "We're not going far, she should…"
It stopped.
Dennis looked around. He didn't see anything different, didn't hear anything anymore. "What happened?"
"Go on," the Doctor flapped his hand at him. "Go on, look outside. It's perfectly safe now."
Eh?
"Go on."
Dennis went, opening the door cautiously and peeking out, ready to pull his head back in just in case something was out there with a tentacle or a spell or something else aimed at whatever was coming out of the door. But there was nothing. Green grass, birds flying. He caught sight of the Whomping Willow first, too far away to do any harm or take any notice of them. And Hogwarts next, looming like a great comforting giant in the distance.
The Doctor stepped out next to him.
"Fantastic!"