The Doctor and the Warden ( Male time lord reader ) Season 1

Bad Wolf- part one

The Doctor and The Warden are crouched inside what appears to be a small cupboard. The tiny enclosure starts spinning, spinning... They leap to their feet and frantically start feeling the walls. 

The Doctor: What is it? What's happening? 

He unexpectedly finds a door and falls through it. The Doctor lands flat on his face on the floor and The Warden lands on the Doctor. They are in a brightly coloured room, drawings on the wall, modern style chair. 

???: Oh my God! 

A woman of 30 hurries over to him.

???: I don't believe it! Why'd they put you in there?? They never said you were coming! 

The Warden tries to pull The Doctor up, very disorientated. 

The Warden: But what happened? We were... 

She helps them to their feet. 

???: Careful now... oh! 

The Doctor's legs give way and he falls flat on his face again. 

???: Oh! Mind yourself! Oh, that's the transmat. Scrambles your head, I was sick for days.

He tries to push himself up again. The woman helps him to stand. 

???: You all right? 

The Doctor grunts. He finally manages to stabilise himself. 

???: So! What're your names then, sweethearts? 

The Doctor: The Doctor, I think. 

The Warden: The Warden. I was er... I don't know, what happened? How... 

He looks at her for help.

???: You got chosen. 

She nods, grinning, as though this explains everything. 

The Doctor: Chosen for what? 

???: You're a house mate. You're in the house! Isn't that brilliant?! 

She laughs as this truly is something to be happy about. A camp voice comes from within. 

Man: That's not fair. There are two other house mates, Strood and Crosbie, sitting on a purple couch in front of the TV, which has a familiar eye logo on the screen... 

Strood: We've got eviction in five minutes! I've been here for all nine weeks, I've followed the rules, I haven't had a single warning, and then they come swanning in. 

He gestures to the extremely confused Doctor and Warden, clearly rather peeved. 

Crosbie: If they keep changing the rules, I'm gonna protest, I am. You just watch me, I'm- I'm gonna paint the walls. 

The Doctor looks around at the House, mouth open, brow furrowed. Completely bemused. A camera fixed to the ceiling turns slowly. Big Brother's voice rings out over the theme music. 

Big Brother: Would the Doctor and the Warden please come to the Diary Room? 

The Warden looks up at the ceiling trying to see where the voice is coming from, then turns around at a buzzing noise behind him. A silver door with an illuminated eye on the side awaits them. They walk over to the door, open it and go inside. The Doctor and The Warden find themselves in the Diary Room. They plonk themselves down in the bright red chair, looking rather useless. 

Big Brother: You are live on channel forty-four-thousand. Please do not swear. 

The Doctor and The Warden: You have got to be kidding.