that parks and rec/doctor who thing revolve456 wanted B)))
“Leslie, some freak with a bow tie wants to see you,” a cold sullen face appeared in the doorway of the office. Leslie looked up from her paperwork.
“Huh?” she flipped through the papers on her desk momentarily, searching for a clue to the identity of this mysterious visitor. “Is he here about the rabid mole infestation in the male toilets of the park on Caraway Street because I promise you no-one has been bitten in at least two days-”
“Ugh, I don’t know, you don’t pay me to ask questions, God.” April sighed dramatically and flounced away. Leslie followed after her and into the main office area where a lanky, brown haired main in a tweed jacket and hideous bowtie was gesticulating excitedly to a group of her co-workers.
“And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I inspired the invention of the Mercedes Benz!” he finished with a grin. Donna placed a hand on her chest and inhaled deeply.
“My God, my precious ass wouldn’t have remained so amazing through these years without your idea of such plush seats,” she breathed. The brunet placed a friendly hand on her shoulder.
“I shall tell Mr Benz, good old Karl, that when I see him next,” he said in a voice of solemn solidarity. Leslie coughed pointedly and waited for the excitable man to turn around. He reminded her of Chris, yet dare she say, even more bright eyed and busy tailed.
“Ah!” he spun around on his heel and bounded over to her, grabbing her by both shoulders. “Leslie Knope!” he exclaimed kissed her on both cheeks, shook her hand excitedly and then pulled her into a hug.
“Oh aha,” Leslie laughed and blushed in spite of herself. He was clearly someone who understood the importance of her presence, and she tossed her hair slightly. “A-and you are?”
“The Doctor.” He said with a shrug. “Anyway, just had to drop in and tell you I’m such a fan. You’re a wonderful woman!”
“Oh, well, I do try,” she said proudly and smoothed out the wrinkle from her suit jacket. “You don’t sound like you’re from Pawnee, you sound kinda English- Oh my god! Am I famous overseas?” she interrupted herself to shriek.
“I’m Gallifreyan actually but whatever,” The Doctor flapped his hands uninterestedly. “Ms. Knope, I’ve been to the future and there are some great things in store for the good ol’ U S of A,” he paused to open his hands in a jazz handed gesture around her face. “That’s why I had to come here! To see the early days of a legend!”
“Wait- time travel?” Leslie frowned. “That’s not possible-”
“He claims he helped invent my Mercedes, and with seats like that, I’m prepared to believe anything,” Donna piped up from her desk. Leslie frowned at him again in confusion.
“Look, I’m a very opened minded person, uh…Doctor, but I don’t think I can believe that at all.” She said. Leslie felt a little dejected now, he appeared to just be a mad man raving at her. Someone had probably sent him in as a joke. She should probably get in touch with the care home down town.
“They didn’t believe there could be a female president either,” he said softly, noticing the decline in her tone. “And I’m looking at her right now.”
“Are you serious?” she asked, her excitement picking up again. She started to bounce. “That’s my dream-”
“Should we really be going off the word of a crazy man in a bowtie?” called Jerry. The eyes of the room swivelled towards him in pure judgement and Tom pointed to the door silently. Jerry complied.
The Doctor smiled wryly and winked again at Leslie. “Yeah I think you should.” He answered quietly before taking a step back and spread out his arms, turning to face the rest of the office, minus Jerry who was sulking outside in the corridor.
“Well it was lovely meeting you all! Bye bye now!” he waltzed out of the office and left as abruptly as he had come. Everyone was silent. Ron appeared with an expression of mild disturbance and a disgruntled moustache.
“What happened in here?” he asked gruffly. He didn’t stay to hear the answer and simply pottered off to his own sub office.
“History.” muttered Leslie with a dreamy smirk.
She’d just finished her election speech on live TV and was now heading down to her dressing room. People kept pulling her aside, telling her how marvelous she was, how historic this moment was. She’d go down in the history books and leave a footprint rival to that of Armstrong’s on the moon. After what felt like a million ‘thank-yous’ she could finally get to the room in question.
She closed the door behind her and silence flooded around her. Looking over to the mirror, Leslie noticed there was a small red object and a card. The President came closer to the area of question.
It was a tatty red bowtie and it felt velvet soft in her fingers. She picked up the card and read it. The handwriting was hasty and childish, with a signature she couldn’t read but she could still guess who’s it was.
