If anyone can think of a better name for this fic other than AU Doctor Who let me know.
BTW: If you're wondering what my incarnation of the Doctor looks like then...
John Castor rubbed his temples as Bairbre Wera entered his classroom. They were both working overtime and decided to keep each other company.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"It's that kid, Sachin."
"Faramond? What about him."
"His paper gives me a headache."
"His handwriting's not that bad!" She laughed.
"It's not his handwriting that bothers me. Have you noticed he's been overanalyzing everything for the past couple weeks? And then on other things he just completely blows them off!"
"He's a teenager, John, what do you expect?"
"But he used to be so good at his work! Now he's questioning the facts behind the French revolution, saying 2 plus 2 could also make six, stealing food from the cafeteria to take home and does God knows what with."
Bairbre patted his arm. "You're getting paranoid." she said. "It sounds to me that you're the one overanalyzing things."
"I just think there's something wrong with him."
"There's nothing wrong with him." She sat down at his desk and pulled out the papers she needed to grade. She paused for a second, staring at a paper. "Ok, John, I believe you."
"Why?" he looked up as she showed him Sachin's paper on religion. It had three words on it. 'Religion is ineffectual'. "He's on drugs." John said. "That's got to be it. We'll have to call his parents."
"Parent." Baribre corrected him.
"Right." He picked up the phone and paused. "What's his number?"
"Give me that." Baribre took the phone from John and slapped his hand when he reached out to take it from her. She dialed the number and put the call on speaker phone. Sachin's mother picked up on the third ring.
"Hello? I'm busy. Make it quick!" Ms. Faramond said agitatedly.
"Hello Ms. Faramond my name is Bairbre Wera, I'm one of your son's teachers. I'm just calling because I've spotted some abnormalities in his behaviour and was wondering if everything was alright at home."
"He hasn't been home." Ms. Faramond replied.
John and Bairbre exchanged a look. "Hasn't been home today?" she asked.
"No. He hasn't been home for a couple 3 weeks. He said he wanted to move out and he did. I haven't seen him since."
Ms. Faramond's indifferent tone scared Bairbre. "Do you know where he's living?"
"Yes. He lives in the park."
"What park? The mobile home park? The-"
"No! THE park! The one where all the little snot nosed 7 year olds go to play after school. The one in the middle of town."
"Ms. Faramond, nobody lives there."
"You can tell that to my son. Last I see him he said that's where he was living. Now can I go? I have people waiting for me!"
"Yes, ma'am. Thank you." She pressed the off button and stared at John who had his head on his fist.
"Druggie." he mouthed.
Bairbre shook her head. "I think we should go find him. If he's a homeless drug addict then..." her voice trailed off.
John nodded. "Shouldn't we call the cops first?"
No! What if it's a big misunderstanding? What have we honestly got to go on, John? I think we should go to the park and if he's not there, or if he is there and he's doped up, then we should call the cops."
"Alright then. Lets go." he got up and put on his jacket.
"What, now?!"
"No, next week. Yes now!"
She frowned and got up, following him out the door and to his Sedan. They drove to the park not saying a word. When they got there they couldn't find Sachin. They began wandering about the park. Finally John spotted him sitting next to a tree.
"Hello Sachin." Bairbre said.
Sachin looked up at her and smiled. He didn't look high. Starteled yes, and slightly confused, but not high. However, judging by the wardrobe of the woman coming up to him, she might be.
"Excuse me!" she called out. "You don't need to be there! There's dozens of other trees that you can be around! You don't need to be next to that one!"
Oh yea. John thought. Definately on something. "And who might you be?" he asked.
"She's my... therapist." Sachin answered.
"You're therapist?!" Bairbre couldn't believe it.
"Yes... Ms. Weiwu. She's helping me through a uh... tough time."
"Oh you are?" John looked doubtfully at the woman.
"No?" she replied, finally getting close enough to hear them.
"No?" Bairbre and John asked in unison.
"No!" She said happily.
"Are you high?" John asked incredulosly(sp?)
"Oh yes. Completely high. So high you wouldn't believe it!" she seemed happy that they had asked.
"Haven't you ever gone to rehab?" John asked
"They won't take me!" She seemed even happier that he had asked THAT question.
"Then what are you doing with him?" Bairbre asked.
Ms. Weiwu looked stunned at this question, but after a few seconds of thought she said. "Teaching?"
"Teaching him what?" John asked.
"Teaching him about... plants?" Ms. Weiwu was growing increasingly nervous. "You're interrupting his studies. Leave now."
"Or you'll what?" Bairbre asked.
"I'll uhm..." she moved inbetween the teachers and Sachin. "I won't do anything except... look! A radioactive space monkey!!" She pointed behind them.
Despite themselves, they both turned to look. As they did so, Ms. Weiwu put her hand on the trunk of the tree. It opened up. When it did, Sachin quickly rolled inside. The two teachers turned around before the door could close. Ms. Weiwu stood in front of the opening, but it wasn't enough.
"What the bloody hell is that?" John asked, trying to get a better look.
"It's nothing! You don't see it!" Ms. Weiwu exclaimed.
"Is Sachin inside that? Are you keeping him there?!" Bairbre was trying to get around Ms. Weiwu.
"Are you accusing me of being a kidnapper? What concrete evidece would satisfy you that I'm not?"
"Just step aside, Doctor Weiwu." John said.
"Doctor? What are you talking about?" Ms. Weiwu looked confused.
"Teacher, doctor, whatever you are, stand aside!"
Seeing there wasn't any way around it, Ms. Weiwu stood aside and allowed them inside the tree. Once the two teachers were inside Ms. Weiwu closed the door. Inside the tree was an entire inside of a ship.
"I'm dreaming." said John Castor. "I'm dreaming. There's no way we're inside a tree. There no way!"
"You didn't seem to question it when you were outside it." Ms. Weiwu said.
"I don't get it." Bairbre said. "Who are you?"
"Dara Weiwu. Gallifrean. Time Lady. Doctor, not the kind you're thinking. And fugitive. Any questions?" Dara put her hands behind her back.
"I... still don't get it." said John.
"I am not of this race. I am not of this earth. I am a wanderer in the fourth dimension of space and time, cut off from my own people by distances beyond the reach of your most advanced science."
John snorted in laughter. "I highly doubt that."
"It's true." Sachin piped up. "We're in a time AND space machine."
"No we're not! We're in a tree!" John said.
"And that's more plausible?" said Dara.
"That's it! I'm gone!" John began walking towards the door, Bairbre in tow. "Come on, Sachin."
"No." Sachin stood his ground.
"No?" Bairbre looked at him.
"No. I don't want to go back. I want to stay with Dara. She promised me when she was better and when the ship was fixed that she'd let me travel with her."
"We're not leaving without you." Bairbre said.
"Then prepare to take a ride." Dara said from the control panel. "Because there's people gathering around this tree and it's not safe for me to be here anymore." She pressed a few buttons on her ship, there was a loud whirring noise and the tree in the park disappeared.
There it is! It all depends on whether you like it or not if I'm going to continue writing it. Please comment
