They say I had been a troubled teen on Earth, having been expelled from school for blowing up the art room as a "creative statement". I excelled in chemistry (despite failing it for my "O"-levels), I was in my room experimenting with the extraction of nitroglycerin from gelignite when a time storm swept me up and transported me to Iceworld, and far in my future. There, I met the Doctor who at the end of the adventure he offered to take me with him in the TARDIS, and Of course I happily accepted.
From what I've been told I was arguably the most independent of all the Doctor's companions. My weapon of choice, disapproved of by the Doctor (who nonetheless found it useful on occasion), was a powerful explosive I called "Nitro-9", which I mixed up in canisters and carried around in my backpack.
Affectionately giving the Doctor the nickname of "Professor", I was convinced that the Doctor needed me to watch his back (which he did), and I protected him with a fierce loyalty. In turn, the Doctor seemed to take a special interest in my education, taking me across the universe and often prompting me to figure out explanations for myself rather than giving me all the answers.
Under the Professor's tutelage, I fought the Daleks, the Cybermen and countless others in the broadcasts as well as novels and radio adventures.
The production team's intent was to have me eventually enter the Prydonian Academy on the Professor's home planet of Gallifrey and train to be a Time Lord. The story, Ice Time by Marc Platt, was never made as the series ceased production. Bollocks!!!
Oh, yeah! Don't forget to visit my friend Owen from Torchwood, he needs friends.
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