A/N: A very short and very late update. Uni is consuming my time. I'm afraid I can't do regular updates but I assure everyone that I will not abandon this fic :)
Doctor Who: Parallel
Chapter Three: John meets 11 [Part 1]
"Amy…" The Doctor was moving around the room, slightly tapping the sonic screwdriver on his temple.
"What do we do now, Doctor? This place is like a maze. Where do we start? Who do we look for?" Amy looked around. This place was so strange and so 'alien' to her. She'd never seen anything like it. The machines had symbols she couldn't understand and some of them had weird whirling noises.
Seeing that the Doctor kept on pacing and didn't answer her the first time. She tried to catch his attention again. "Oi, Doctor!"
Finally, the Doctor stopped his pacing and looked at her. "Yes?"
"What are we going to do? We're in this place with all these computers and I don't know what's going on."
"Sorry. I was lost in my train of thoughts." He started pacing again.
"Stop doing that you…" Amy put her hands on his arm in order for him to stop pacing.
"We're in the parallel world and inside the Torchwood headquarters. What do we do?" He looked at her again.
"I don't know. We look for someone? You said we should look for someone and ask for help." She answered.
"Ah yes." He paused. "Amy, I need you to look for someone here and tell them what's going on."
"Okay. Where are you going?" She asked as the Doctor approached the lift again.
"I need to look for someone. I'll be back. Don't go anywhere else. Look for someone, tell them the problem and stay here." He ordered then vanished inside the lift.
"…Now Newton's third law of motion states that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction." Mr. John Smith was having his last Physics class of the day. He started working in a comprehensive school as a Physics teacher last year and was beginning to be everyone's favourite.
He is a tall thin build, dark brown hair, pale skin, handsome man with twinkling dark brown eyes. He wore a dark tortoise-shell rectangular frame glasses. Mr. Smith usually wears his blue suit with red pinstripes but today he wore a white oxford shirt with a blue tie under a grey waistcoat.
"So if I were to step off a boat onto the bank of a lake and as I move in the direction of the shore, the boat tends to move in the opposite direction." He'd been smiling all day, not that he doesn't do that, but today was different. The memory of proposing to his long time girlfriend, Rose Tyler, was still fresh on his memory. He could still feel the euphoria. He can't wait to see her after work.
He casually glanced at the wall clock. Fifteen more minutes and every second felt slow. He wasn't usually like this but the thought of seeing his fiancé after their engagement last night was very exciting.
"Fiancé…" He thought. "My new favourite word."
His mind went back to his class and after discussing a bit more he decided to dismissed them five minutes earlier than the usual.
Everyone in class went out and he quickly kept his things. He wanted to leave right away but he had to check the essays on his desk in his office. Each teacher in the school had their own office and he was glad of it because he was able to have his own privacy. The faculty has their own lounge, which is where they socialize during breaks.
He whistled as he walked towards the hall where his office is. He placed his right hand on the doorknob and twisted it open. He froze when he saw someone had already taken his seat. Someone he knows but can't point out who exactly is.
"Well, hello. I've been waiting for you for an hour. I've already checked all the essays you're students passed and let me tell you, you've got wonderful and wise students here." The man had piled up the checked essays on the right side of the desk. His feet were propped on top.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" John Smith was confused. He cannot remember who this man is but he knew he was someone familiar.
"Forgotten me, haven't you? Try to recall. It's only my face that's changed. We're still the same in some ways." The man answered.
John Smith paused to think hard. He moved closer towards the man, leaned his hands on the desk and looked at him closely.
"It's you." He spoke as he stood straightly.
"Yes, it's me." The Doctor smiled.
"Still not a redhead?" John asked.
"I'm afraid so." The Doctor stood up.
"What are you doing here? You can't go back here. The void is sealed." John wondered.
"That's the problem-," The Doctor read the nameplate on the desk. "-Mr. John Smith. So you called yourself John Smith?"
He nodded. "You were telling me about a problem?"
"Ah yes, the problem. The void is sealed but it brought me here again. I cannot open my Tardis and one of my companions has gone missing." The Doctor stood up from the seat.
"Nothing strange is happening here." John said. "Except for the fact that some civilians are missing."
"Tell me more. Tell me everything that's been going on in here." The Doctor looked at him.
"It's a long story, Doctor." John Smith replied.
"Well why don't we have some jammie dodgers for your storytelling?" The Doctor smiled.