Dragon Who? (A Doctor Who/WOF Crossover Fanfic)

NOTE/Content Warning: This story may contain forms of profanity, violence, mild gore, or other forms of content that you may find upsetting.Please don't edit this story unless you see a typo/grammar errors, or steal/use it elsewhere. The Doctor Who series belongs to the BBC, and the Wings Of Fire series belongs to Tui Sutherland. There will be as many references as I can squeeze in.
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=== 1. Otherworldy Visitors ===
When dragons go missing in the jungle, can a detective and her peculiar new friend solve the mystery of the Rainforest Phantom?
==== Came like a comet ====
It had been glowing as it descended… Maybe it was Skyfire? The orange-and-green Rainwing avoided the broken branches. It looked as if something had slewed, or rather smashed through, the trees. What she saw next caused her to let out a gasp of shock.
Lying amongst the leaf litter, beneath the creaking trees, looking as if they’d fallen from the sky, was the scaly orange form of a dragon.
A Skywing, Mango decided as she flapped down on her approach. Now… Pyrrhian First Aid… Uhh..
Check for dangers! She remembered happily, looking about. No trees about to fall…. No spears, fire, etc.
If possible, alert other trusted dragons or a medical professional. Well, she couldn’t do that, soo…
Mango studied her patient - nothing was bent at odd angles, they were unconscious, and she saw a chest rising and falling. “Hello? Mr or Mrs Skywing? Can you -”
“Ah, excellent!” the orange Skywing proclaimed loudly, leaping to his feet with an energetic bounce, landing awkwardly on his talons as Mango jerked back in shock. “This is- goodness me, four feet…” He (Mango decided Orange-Skywing was a he) seemed fascinated by his talons. It was like if he’d never seen them before. Standing still, confused colours rolling over her scales, Mango caught pieces of muttering as the Skywing twisted his neck this way and that, looking at himself. “Certainly a form of reptilian quadruped, but the build and outer temperature of the body suggests an evolutionary path similar to a mammal…Orange scales… “ He barked out a laugh, “Finally!” 
Mango waited, observing quietly, running over the symptoms of a concussion in her head.
“-wings, oh look at the ligaments what an elegant evolutionary design- Tail!” he followed it with his nose, going in circles, apparently admiring it. “Gosh, I’ve got quite the tail, look at you! Carnivorous, perhaps, the claws suggest a specialising in aerial - but, molars, maybe omnivorus…” Mr Skywing continued chatting away to himself until Mango cleared her throat.
“Excuse me, but-”
The Skywing jumped with a surprised “Oh!” spinning around in a blur of leaves, wings flaring unevenly. He looked her up and down in a mixture of surprise and confusion. “...Has anyone ever told you look an awful lot like a dragon?”
“...What did you think I was?” Mango replied, raising an eyeridge. “A gecko?”
“A gecko? No, no, with the positioning of those wings, and the fact you even have wings at all-”
“I was being rhetorical,” Mango sighed. “Could I-”
“- that curly tail of yours looks similar to a monkey, and that frilly ruff - ruffy frill looks - are you by any chance related to the frill-necked-lizard from Northern Australia?”
Mango blinked at his strange words, before shaking her head. “No, I’m not a-” She sighed, and began again as he began to look at trees. “My name is Mango, what’s yours?”
“Hm, me? I’m the Doctor,” he said with a cheerful grin, his long neck snaking around to face her. “At your service.” 
“‘The Doctor’ then, or would ‘Doctor’ work?” Pretty odd choice of name for a Skywing, Mango thought, but perhaps he chose it himself. He certainly seems mad enough to do so…
“Just ‘the Doctor’, or ‘Doctor’ as you said.” the Skywing agreed, before his eyes widened suddenly. “Goodness me, you’re a chameleon!”  He was staring in amazement at her scales. Had he never seen a Rainwing before?
Mango managed only a mere two words this time: “Uh, wha-”
The Skywing, or ‘Doctor’ was once again chattering away in evident excitement, and Mango tried to keep track of his questions as he circled around in somewhat swaying circles. “Do they change colour by themselves or is it a conscious act? What’re your scales used for? Can you acquire adaptive camouflage, or is it just for display? How does-”
“I’m a Rainwing. My scales change colour according to my mood.” Mango interrupted, hoping to get him to stop talking and stay still. “I can also camouflage against my surroundings, if that’s what you were asking.” He trailed off, as if surprised someone was answering his questions, before apparently leaping to a completely different path of thought, trotting off haphazardly over the broken wood. “Colour-changing rainbow dragons…!“
“If you don’t mind me asking, Doc-tor, you seem to be a little lost.” Mango said as she took to swinging and jumping through the trees above him, just in case he was dangerous. He didn’t appear so, but as Queen Glory had said, you could never be too careful.
“Well, no not exactly. I usually like getting lost, you see. As of right now, I know exactly where I am, but not where anywhere else is.” Mango’s eyeridges furrowed at the statement, and her mouth tilted into a frown at the next.
“What planet is this?”
“Planet…?” said Mango. “I’m not sure what you mean. This is the Rainforest Kingdom, if that’s any help?”
The Doctor muttered something about ‘space travel’ and said: “Would you mind telling me where I am, Guava?”
“Mango,” Mango corrected. “I can take you to the village if you like? We have maps there.”
The Doctor did a little hop into the air, and charged off into the dense greenery. “Yes! Maps! Excellent!”
“It’s this way!”
“So you say you found him in a clearing?” Treefrog, one of the healers asked, as he checked over the mystery Skywing that Mango and her sort-of friend Lemon had airlifted into the healer’s construction with a vine-stretcher truss-up. Mango nodded, glancing at the bunches of drying herbs that swung slowly above, attached to the ceiling.
“You know when that comet went low overhead a couple of hours back?” and a piece of fire fell off it? She left that train of thought - she found quite some evidence for that theory, but... “Anyway, I found him in a clearing” with broken branches, like he’d fallen through them. “Maybe…it startled him and he crash-landed or something?” she was making up ideas on the spot. “He seemed pretty confused about where he was when I led him here. Said something about cooking before he, uh, fainted.” she offered the lime-green and tan-brown dragon, who flicked his ruff in irritation at the younger dragon’s ramblings.
He breathed golden ash right before he collapsed, Mango thought privately, and despite crashing he has no injuries that I can see…It was true - there was not a single bruise or cut visible on the orange-and-gold scales, his sharp black claws were unchipped, as were the two brown horns coming from the back of his head. No scars, nothing - every dragon had some kind of nick on their horns from an early incident in life, usually flying. It was if an newly-hatched dragonet had suddenly become an adult. Who, exactly, is this Dragon? 
“-he’s not injured as far as I can see, although head injuries can cause confusion, unconsciousness or memory loss even with little visibility.” said Treefrog. “Should be out of it for a while.”
Maybe an Animus could enchant their scales to heal themselves…? But… Golden ash. She’d never seen that before, and certainly not coming from a dragon’s mouth!
“- to find Jasmine, who is meant to be running the medicine hut today.” Treefrog left, somewhat grumpily, but not before poking his head around the door to add: “Don’t let him set fire to anything!”
With nothing better to do, Mango began nosing about the medicine hut, looking through the cobwebs,numbing paste, potions, and assorted berries. Being able to gain medical knowledge from other tribes had benefited everybody. She thought happily. She was so glad the war was over.
“So, Melon, you said something about maps?”
The Rainwing spun around in surprise, a earthenware bottle smashing onto the floor after a collision with her tail.
“You’re awake!” she exclaimed, her scales mirroring her shock. 
“Yes, I am. You said you had maps?”
Mango took a moment to collect herself, before making her decision. “There’s some in the new Rainwing Library, I can take you there after I’ve written a note to Treefrog-”
“There’s other Rainbowing dragons here?” the Doctor asked, before springing out the window. “I’ve got to see this!” 
Mango managed only a mere two words this time: “Hang on-”
“-my goodness, they’re everywhere!” the Skywing exclaimed as he bounded about the platforms of the Waterfall (Rainforest) Village, marvelling at Mango’s colourful tribe members draped across various branches and walkways.
“Looks like you’ve all been attacked by paintball guns, that’s an incredible-”
“Yes, yes, yes, very pretty,” said Mango, having finished her ‘patient-is-fine-and-being-monitored-by-me’ note and now quickly catching up to him. “Maps are this way.”
“Ahhh yes, maps! Completely forgot, thanks, the memory centres can vet a bit scrambled after a regeneration.” said the Doctor, continuing to talk away as he followed her in the correct direction of the new library.
“Come to think of it, if you have wings, that means you must be able to view your landmasses from above…”
“OK, library.” said Mango as they entered the waterproofed hut with the seventy scrolls in it. It didn’t take her long to find the map section. It took her a little longer to remove the Doctor’s attention from a history scroll that he was apparently confused that he couldn’t read. After setting it aside and promising to explain it to him later, Mango unrolled the Map of Pyrrhia (admittedly an old version) and spread it out on the wooden bench.
“This is the continent of Pyrrhia,” she said, “made up of seven different kingdoms, all home to their respective tribes.”
“We’re in the Rainforest Kingdom,” she said, tapping a claw on the paper, “which is where-”
“The Rainbowings live?” the Doctor guessed, not looking up from his perusal of the map.
“Rainwings, yes.” said Mango shortly.
“But there’s only six kingdoms here.” the Doctor said. “Ice, Sky, Sand, Mud, Rain and Sea - you have sea dragons, that’s interesting, wonder if they’re amphibious… Anyway, where’s the seventh?“
“The Nightwings live in the Rainforest right now,” said Mango carefully. “They had to move when their, um. They were trying to…Anyway, doesn’t matter. They don’t have their own kingdom or ruler at the moment - Queen Glory, the Rainwing Queen, rules both the Nightwings and the Rainwings.”
The Doctor nodded, looking over the map. “What can you tell me about the other dragon tribes, then? That is, if they are dragons.” Mango went and found ‘A Guide to the Dragon Tribes of Pyrrhia.’ Evidently the Doctor knew very little.
“OK, well, the Icewings have blue or white scales and a resistance to bright light…”
“This is the largest map you have, right?” the Doctor questioned. “You think your sun rises and falls each day, right?
“Ye-es…” Mango replied. “What are you getting at?”
“I’m not from ‘here.’ Or another continent.” the Doctor said, after some thought. “I know I look like a ‘Skywing’, as you called them, but… It’s a little difficult to explain.”
“You fell from a shooting star.” Mango offered. “I’d be surprised if it wasn’t difficult to explain.”
==== Blazing your trails ====
“So… You’re from another world?” said Mango carefully. The Doctor’s explanation was weird, but it did fit with all the evidence she had so far… “How’d you arrive in Pyrrhia?”
“That..Shooting star, as you called it?” the Doctor said. “That’s my…ship, so to speak, but it doesn’t travel on water.”
Mango frowned. “What’s a ship?” The Doctor went still for a moment or two, before he spoke tentatively.
“Tell me… What sort of transport options do you have in this, uh, Pyrrhia?”
Mango cocked her head at him, the map forgotten. “Um… Flying?” she said, moving her wings pointedly. “Walking, sometimes, the Seawings swim…” The amber-coloured eyes closed into a mixture of disappointment and something else she couldn’t identify.
“Do you have any wagons, carts, that sort of thing?”
“...Like Prey Carts, for transporting food and stuff?” Mango offered. “They’re usually pulled by a merchant, who stops at different towns and sells and trades things.”
“Yes, a bit like that… Except my wagon pulled itself, and it travelled-”
“Between worlds?”
“In short, yes. That shooting star was my cart, which I crashed. It looks like a blue box with white markings and, uhm, windows. Don’t suppose you’ve seen it anywhere?”
“Blue box, no…” said Mango. “Tell you what, how about I give you a tour and we’ll ask around for where your shooting star might’ve landed.”
“Very well then,” the Doctor agreed, bouncing out of the library. “Onwards and upwards!” he declared, slipping on the wet wood.
“We’re going down first,” Mango informed him. “Stairs are here.”
“Onwards and downwards, then.”
The Doctor might not be able to fly, but he made up for it with his running speed and sheer, curiosity-laden enthusiasm. It was all Mango could do to stop him from bombarding everyone he met with questions, on topics ranging from names of plants to how they built their canopy-cottages. For example:
“What’s this?”
“This is another wooden platform, just like-”
“What’s this? Looks like moss- oh, it’s alive!”
“That's a sloth. Please put it back.”
“What’s this? Why’s it have holes in it?”
“Cheese plant, Doctor. No, you cannot eat it.”
“What’s that?!”
“A parrot. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt you.”
“What’s this?”
“Someone’s lunch. A watermelon. Again, put it back.”
“What’s this?”
“That’s a tree, stop licking it-”
“Ooh, what’s this?”
“Extremely venomous type of frog. No eating.”
“Why?”
“Why - It’s venomous, Doctor. Eating it might kill you.”
“‘Might’ kill me?”
“No, do not even think of licking any frogs, okay? Trees are fine, animals, plants, dragons, no."
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