I don't own the Doctor Who characters or the TARDIS, unfortunately. AN - First time publishing anything, ever. Watch out. I apologize in advance.
Amy Pond awoke to flashing lights, loud buzzers and something much more unnatural than a police box traveling through time and relative dimensions in space. The TARDIS was rumbling and something was telling Amy the alarms and whistles were not a friendly reminder to wake up and go for a run. Getting out of bed with the most quizzical of looks on her face, she stumbled against the TARDIS's violent rocking while making her way down the many twists and turns of the corridor to the main controls where she hoped the Doctor would be.
"Doctor!" Amy yelled over screaming alarms. The Doctor was wearing his trademark rosy shirt and trousers but he was more disheveled; he was missing his tweed jacket, his suspenders weren't really suspending his pants as they were hanging loosely off his hips and there was the addition of dark goggles to protect his eyes from the frequent sparks emitting from the central control panel. As the TARDIS jerked about, the Doctor braced himself against the controls, pulling every knob, levering ever lever, pushing every button and messing with every doohickey that was able to be messed with.
"Doctor!" Amy yelled again, louder this time, trying to be heard over the commotion.
He finally looked up, "Ah, Amy! You're awake! Good! I was going to wake you to ask…" he struggled against the bucking of the ship again, "-I was going to ask you to help me, but I thought I would let you stay in for a bit longer." Despite the obvious chaos on the ship, the Doctor was speaking very plainly and calm, but loud in order to be heard.
Amy looked incredulously at the bumbling Time Lord, firmly grasping a rail as so not to fall to the deck below. "What?" she shouted.
"I'm glad you're awake!" The Doctor started spelling again, "I said that I was going to ask you to help-"
"I understand that Doctor!" Amy interrupted, both frightened and exasperated, "but what's wrong with the TARDIS?"
"Ah, yes!" The Doctor said, continuing to constantly fiddle with the ships controls, growing more and more fervent, "that's why I was going to ask you to help!"
Amy made a loud disapproving noise and ran down to the control panel to help. With what, she had no idea.
"There seems to be something wrong with the TARDIS!" The Doctor yelled matter-of-factly when Amy approached.
Trying desperately not to be thrown off of her feet, Amy slammed one hand on the controls and the other on a nearby railing, and looking at the Doctor with a dumbfounded expression yelled, "Thank you Mr. Obvious!"
The Doctor's eyes were obscured by his comical, dark goggles, but he took a brief moment to raise his eyebrows in confusion at her. That's not his name. But back to the TARDIS.
"What exactly is wrong?" yelled Amy, trying to get a direct answer so she could help.
"I don't know yet! But one of these levers is bound to start talking soon enough!" he yelled, giving the closest lever a violent smack to the left, producing to noticeable results, adding, "Did you know that this was meant to be flown by six pilots?"
I doubt that two-dozen would help now, Amy thought. "What can I do!" Amy stared anxiously at the control board, wondering whether the Doctor really knows how to fly the ship, and if his senseless beatings upon the controls had actually endangered them further.
"Erm!" The Doctor struggled to take his attention away from the buttons and pulleys again, "take this!" He handed over his sonic screwdriver without looking where he was handing it, "Wave it around the ship a bit! Try and find what's wrong!" The Doctor kept his wide eyes, most likely darting around the board, focused on what he was doing rather than the instructions he was giving Amy. "It should fix it if you find it!"
"Find what?" yelled Amy, daftly holding the alien device.
"What's wrong!" the Doctor shouted back, with a tone implicating that that was obvious.
"Why can't you do this? I don't know what I'm looking for!" Amy cried out.
"Because I'm flying!" yelled the Doctor, pausing to add, ""duh!"
Amy threw up her hands in defeat, one of them holding the screwdriver, moved one foot in the air to leave, when the ship was again bucked violently, sending Amy careening forward.
The Doctor, though mostly a clumsy, confused humanoid, happened to tear his attention away from the flashing controls to catch Amy with an unusual grace, stepping sideway to brace her fall, catching her in his left arm, while holding onto what looked like the launcher for a pinball machine with his right. He looked through his goggles to her and despite the intense rumblings, sparks flying and threat of spontaneous combustion at any second, he still looked carefully at her to let her know she was alright and like he has told her, time and time again, she needs to trust him.
With another tug on the walls of the TARDIS, Amy was flung back upright and the Doctor, un-phased, resumed his duties.
"Flying? You call this flying?" Amy yelled angrily, though deeply thankful the Doctor did not let her spill herself onto the floor behind him.
"And don't break it!" The Doctor was once again looking intently at the controls, flipping toggles madly, dashing from side to side of the cylindrical panel.
Amy looked at the sonic made of metal and who-knows-what alien alloys and looked back at the Doctor in disbelief that she would have any knowing part in it's destruction. She sighed heavily and turned around, walking as quickly as she could without letting go of any stable surface for too long.
She got to the top of the stairs and the hallway immediately split in either direction. The layout of the ship was more confusing than the concept of a time-traveling police box, but she soldiered on, first journeying to places that she was familiar with, all the while holding the screwdriver out in front of her, active at all times, waiting for something significant to happen. What that was, Amy was yet to find out. Amy ran through her room, the kitchen, the dining room, the water closet (literally), the second dining room, the rarely seen Doctor's room, possibly another dining room, but maybe just the first again, before she began running feverishly into rooms she had never seen before. One was a cricket pitch, complete with plush lawn and equipment, another a large movie theater.
Amy found room after unusual room that had gone untouched and maybe even unseen for a long time, yet there were no results as she brandished the screwdriver in ever direction around her, constant lights and alarms dulling her senses in every way. She took a large breath, as hers was growing short and turned around completely, finding herself in front of a very familiar door. Not familiar as in one she had previously seen on the ship, but just one she had seen previously. She placed her hands against the painted, wooden door as she felt dozens of memories fill her head. Though the ship had been rumbling and rolling the entire time she was searching, Amy felt a massive lurch from the belly of the ship, sending her whole body crashing against the door, smashing the screwdriver against the frame, making the familiar whirring noise. In this most recent jolt, Amy was also send plowing through the door into a room she knew very well.
Amy, after a short moment of stunned confusion, sat up on the floor of her Leadworth bedroom. The intense motion of the TARDIS has ceased and the blaring alarms and abrasive lights were no more. Amy set the sonic on the floor next to her, and slowly turned her head to study the blue room around her, her attention fixated on her immediate surrounds rather than the welcome stillness of the ship. As Amy look from the floor at everything she could see in the room, she was reminded of parts of her life she had left behind in a small town on a small planet. Everything was in exact detail as she remembered it: her sheets were the same, all of her books were in place, lights were even on, all of her little Doctor dolls were laying about in the places she had put them last. The moon was even shining outside the window, as if she were still waiting for a visitor to fall from the heavens behind the silvery orb. A cool breeze rolled through, and Amy closed her eyes and took a deep breath, no longer able to suppress the flood of memories contained in this room. She pried herself from the floor and continued to gaze at her wondrous room, and flopped down on her bed.
She was overcome with a sense of calm in these familiar surroundings, but they didn't last long. As her lazily closing eyes focusing on the doorway from which she came, she saw the interior of a TARDIS hallway, instead of the stairway in her Leadworth house. She scrambled to the foot of the bed and peered over, and saw the sonic screwdriver sitting there. Amy was trying to grapple with the thought of being transported somehow back to Leadworth, when she just now realized that she was still in fact on the space ship. Her head reeled a bit and she slouched as she sat on her quilted bed, trying to work out what her bedroom, her real bedroom, was doing inside the TARDIS.