A.N. I am writing a lot of stories, aren't I? XD
Anyways, this story also takes place in the same 'universe' as A New Team and Ten vs Twelve. It is very likely that Ten vs Twelve will have references to this story.
As it is, this story is an idea I have been batting around in my head for a while.
This story will not be a very long story. Two, three parts, at the most, but will lead into a hopefully much longer story.
Now, I hope you enjoy!
A large blue box sat in the middle of a desert. Across it's top read 'Police Box' and a notice read that the box was free for use for the public.
Inside, however, was a much different story. It was larger on the inside then the outside, and a large console stood in the center of it. A man with brown spiky hair and a blue suit, along with a long brown coat kicked it, then winced.
"Broke down..." The Doctor sighed, shaking his head, "It'll repair itself...but it'll take some time..."
He frowned, sticking his hands into his pockets, then turned to the door, opening it up, stepping out into the desert.
"I didn't even crash somewhere fun..." The Doctor said, frowning at all the sand.
"Excuse me sir, but can you draw me a sheep?"
The Doctor pause, turning to his right, seeing a small blond boy in a green scarf, staring up at him.
"Who are you...?" The Doctor wondered, staring down at the boy.
"Please, can you draw me a sheep?" the boy insisted, not answering the question.
The Doctor paused, then reached into his pocket, pulling out his psychic paper, showing it to the boy.
"Here. A sheep," The Doctor said, showing the boy the blank paper.
The boy frowned, staring at it.
"The paper's blank..." the boy said, "There's no sheep..."
The Doctor raised an eyebrow, taking his psychic paper and placing it back into his coat, "I see...Well then...One second."
He patted his pockets, and produced a piece of paper and a pencil, and began to scribble. "Here's a sheep."
The boy looked at the sheep, frowning again, "No...this sheep is too big. Where I'm from is very small."
The Doctor sighed, and drew another sheep.
"Is this better?"
"That's a ram, not a sheep."
A third drawing.
"No, no, it's too sickly..."
"It only has three legs."
The Doctor frowned, not at the boy, but at another piece of paper. He tapped his pencil to his head, then smiled, drawing a box, much like his own.
"Here. Your sheep is in this box," The Doctor declared.
"You mean in there?" the boy wondered, pointing towards the T.A.R.D.I.S.
"No, in there," The Doctor said, tapping the paper.
The boy paused, then smiled brightly, "Why thank you! It's lovely!"
The Doctor grinned, finding himself pleased, "Now then...who are you?"
"I'm The Little Prince," the boy answered, then peered at the T.A.R.D.I.S. "Is that your ship? Did you come from another planet?"
The Doctor paused, then simply nodded, "It is...It's my T.A.R.D.I.S. Stands for Time And Relative Dimension In Space."
"That's a funny name," The Little Prince said, "I like it. And do you come from another planet?"
The Doctor paused, wondering just who exactly this perceptive young boy was, then decided to just answer his question, "I do...I'm from very far away."
"How far away?" the blond boy asked again, curious, "Can I see it?"
"I'm afraid my home is gone..." The Doctor answered, "A very long time ago..."
"Oh..." The Little Prince said softly, "That sounds very sad...I'm sure you'll find a new home..."
The Doctor paused, then grinned a little, nodding, "Oh, I already have...a planet called Earth."
"Earth...?" The Little Prince said, cocking his head to the side, "I don't think I've heard of that planet..."
"It's a nice place...now then, where do you live? I should get you home," The Doctor said, "My duty as a responsible adult."
The Little Prince cocked his head to the side, thinking that last bit was very much a lie, but he liked this funny man with the spiky hair.
"Up there," The Little Prince said, pointing towards the sky, "Out amongst the stars...I live on a very small planet."
The Doctor paused, rubbing his chin, "Really? How did you get here then? Where is your ship?"
"I caught a ride, with some geese," the blond boy answered, "And I do not want to go home...I can not face my Rose..."
The Doctor stood stock still. His Rose...
"...I had a Rose once," The Doctor mentioned, patting the blond boy's head, "Come on, let's...explore. See if we can't find something on this planet."
"There's a town not far from here," The Little Prince said, "Or possibly a city. I'm not sure of the difference."
"How far?" The Doctor wondered, peering at the desert. Sand as far as he could see.
"Very close," The Little Prince insisted, tugging on The Doctor's arm, "It's right behind your funny box!"
"My box isn't funny..." The Doctor protested, as the young boy tugged him away from the T.A.R.D.I.S., and pointed to a large walled city, hidden from his view by his ship.
"Ahhhh..." The Doctor said, "Well, shall we knock?"
The Doctor led The Little Prince towards the wall, the two walking along it. A matter of minutes they came to a large door, a slit opening up, two eyes peering at them.
"What do you want?" the guard asked gruffly, glaring at them.
"We'd like inside," The Doctor said, "Tourists!"
"What's a tourist...?" The Little Prince wondered.
The guard frowned, "Never heard of no tourists...but you gotta have a pass to get in..."
The Doctor grinned, retrieving his psychic paper and showing the guard it. The guard paused, scanning the paper, then nodded, opening the large door, allowing them in.
"How did showing that odd man the blank paper get us in?" The Little Prince wondered, as soon as they were past the guard, entering the streets.
"It's psychic paper. It shows what I want it to show, more or less," The Doctor answered, "It's quite helpful."
"But why is it blank to me? Did you want to make it blank?" The Little Prince asked.
"You ask a lot of questions," The Doctor commented, then grinned, bending down so he was on eye level with the boy, "That's very good of you. I like people asking questions...And well, the psychic paper doesn't work on some people...for various reasons."
The Doctor grinned again. He liked this kid.
"Well, some people can have training against it. Some people have natural immunity to it...and if the other person has some psychic power themselves, it also won't work," The Doctor explained. "Now then...are you sure you don't like here?"
"Yes Doctor," The Little Prince said, "This place is much too large to be my planet. Why, my planet is no bigger then a small asteroid..."
The boy paused, then pointed to a small store, a sign reading 'Maps' over it, "Oh, look Doctor! Perhaps we can get a map, and that will show us where we can go!"
The Little Prince hurried to the store, The Doctor following after him, entering the store with a small jingle.
The room was full of papers and scrolls, The Little Prince's eyes alight as he started to pull one out.
"Hey, be careful with that!" a voice shouted, a young man with glasses appearing from behind a pile of papers, "These are all carefully sorted! What are you doing here?"
"We just wanted a map. Did you make all these yourself?" The Little Prince asked, looking around, "What are they all for?"
"Why, they're so you know where you are," the young man answered. "Shouldn't that be obvious?"
"But I'm right here," The Little Prince said, a slight look of confusion on his face, "I always know where I am...Shouldn't a map tell me where I could go?"
The map maker frowned, shaking his head, "Silly boy. Maps are for serious business. You need to know where you are, after all. Then you can go somewhere."
"Personally, I prefer heading off without a map," The Doctor answered, "Much more exciting that way."
The map maker looked down his nose at The Doctor, not liking this man, "Then what are you even doing here?"
"I wanted a map," The Little Prince said, "So I could know where I wanted to go...But I think perhaps I will follow The Doctor here."
The map maker sighed, shaking his head, "Then leave me in peace! I am much too busy for your frivolities."
The Doctor and Little Prince nodded towards each other, walking out of the store, back into the dry air.
"I think...it is rather silly to be making maps, and not want to see places you make maps of," The Little Prince commented, looking back at the shop.
The Doctor grinned, nodding in agreement, "Life is much more fun when you're exploring...you're quite perceptive."
The Little Prince smiled, not knowing what 'perceptive' meant but enjoying the compliment nonetheless.
"Sir...there are reports of an unusual blue box, not far from the city's main gate...Reports say there was a man in a brown coat, and a small blond haired boy by it, before they entered the city..." a figure said, towards a large, grotesque figure in front of him, sitting on a slab of rock.
"E caa. Yht yna dra dfu paehk vummufat?" the creature asked.
"Yes sir, as you instructed earlier," the figure nodded.
"Kuut. E fyhd dra pmia puq pnuikrd rana. E fyhd ed ubahat. Ed femm pa...jano pahaveleym vun sa," the creature ordered, a gleam in his eyes.
"Of course sir. I will send a team immediately," the man bowed, "We will not fail you..."
The figure then disappeared into the shadows, Jabba the Hut smiling to himself.
"Do you have any parents?" The Doctor asked The Little Prince, the two strolling through town still having chatted with a lamp lighter on his time off.
"What are parents?" The Little Prince wondered, looking up at The Doctor, "I've never heard of that."
"Well..." The Doctor paused, considering, "Parents are...someone who takes care of you. Who help you..."
"Oh..." The Little Prince said, thinking, "Like you?"
The Doctor stumbled a little, "Well...not quite...I suppose a parent...is a complicated thing."
The Little Prince frowned at the odd man, disappointed in the answer. He figured whenever an adult said it was complicated, they really just didn't want to answer the question.
The Doctor looked around at the city. They still had time until his T.A.R.D.I.S. would repair itself...
The Doctor paused, turning, as what appeared to be a large orange and red robot appeared, walking towards them.
"Oh, what is that, Doctor?" The Little Prince asked, tugging on The Doctor's coat, "Is it a friend of yours?"
The robot paused, looking at The Doctor, "Hello again Doctor...Didn't think I'd find you here..."
"Have we met?" The Doctor wondered, "Wait...Did the first time we meet, did I know you, and you didn't know me?"
The robot paused, then nodded, "Yah...You said you were a time traveler..."
The Doctor grinned, shaking his head, "Well, that explains things then! Now then...who are you?"
"Samus Aran...bounty hunter," the robot answered. The Doctor paused, rubbing his chin.
"I see..." The Doctor said, "And I assume you're hunting me down for some reason?"
"Yes," Samus answered.
"Is it personal?" The Doctor inquired. The Little Prince looked excited at everything that was happening.
"No," Samus answered again, "I'm hired to take you in."
The Doctor paused now, considering his options.
He turned to The Little Prince, bending down to him. Samus stood there, figuring letting him talk to the small boy wouldn't be a problem.
"When I stand back up...run," The Doctor said quietly. The Little Prince grinned, thinking this was a game.
The Doctor stood up slowly, grinning at Samus.
The Little Prince broke into a run, and The Doctor right after him, the two heading towards a large crowd.
"...For the love of..." Samus said, then chased after them, metal feet hitting the ground hard.
The Doctor and The Little Prince moved through the crowd, ducking and weaving through the people, ducking into an alleyway, The Little Prince laughing.
"That was fun!" he said, smiling, "Can we do that again?"
"Maybe some other time..." The Doctor said, looking around, "Hmmmm...We should head back to my ship...even if it's not repaired, that bounty hunter can't get in..."
"Okay!" The Little Prince said, and the two took off into a run again, heading for the gate, Samus still following them.
"Allonz-y!" The Doctor yelled, pointing his Sonic Screwdriver at the door, opening it to the surprise of the gatekeeper, their feet hitting sand, turning right as they both ran for the large blue box.
The Doctor then came to a sudden stop, staring at where his T.A.R.D.I.S. had been.
It was gone.
"Where is your box?" The Little Prince wondered, confused, "Did it walk away?"
"No..." The Doctor said, stepping forward, "It...someone must have taken it...That's...not good..."
The Doctor wasn't worried about anyone using it. Only he had a key. But it was still his T.A.R.D.I.S. He had to find it.
There was a buzzing noise behind him.
"Oh, what a marvelous light!" The Little Prince said, and The Doctor turned slowly, as Samus held an arm cannon at him, energy collecting in it's tip.
"Put your hands up Doctor...I'm taking you in..." Samus said.
The Doctor raised his arms slowly, looking worried.
This...was not good.
A.N. So The Doctor's T.A.R.D.I.S. is gone, and the bounty hunter known as Samus Aran has The Doctor in his sights. Not only that, but The Doctor must keep an eye on the strange boy only known as The Little Prince, who like The Doctor, has a Rose...
Stay tuned for the next part!