Inspired by A Breakdown in Communication by forestwife! Check it out, it's a good story!

-Fang

Rose wandered through the hallways of the TARDIS aimlessly. She had already read a bit, watched some T.V., and tried to bake a cake, only to fail.

The Doctor was down below the metal grate that served as a floor in the TARDIS control room, fiddling with wires as Rose walked into the room.

"Doctor?" She asked as a bunch of wires sparked in his hand.

"What, Rose?" The Doctor asked impatiently, not looking at her, still fiddling with the wires.

"The TARDIS isn't just floating anymore. We're on a planet..."

"What?" The Doctor exclaimed as he climbed up to the floor, ignoring the sparking wires on the floor, to look at the monitor on the main control hub. "Caforians..."

"No, not them... I thought they were extinct... Completely primitive last time I saw them... Signal jammers!" The Doctor finished, exclaiming. "Rose, any minute now their going to jam all of the signals coming out of the TARDIS and that includes the-" The Doctor suddenly started to speak a beautiful, musical language that Rose had never heard before.

"Doctor?" She asked. The Doctor looked up in shock. He said something again in the musical language. All Rose could discern was that he sounded angry. He jumped down into the hole he had been working in earlier before the TARDIS had been pulled down. He waved Rose of as she looked at him in concern and motioned for her to go to the hallway, and leave him alone, Rose thought as she walked through the hallway.

I can't believe the gall he had, not telling me he was speaking a different language the entire time I'd known him! Rose thought angrily. Now we're stuck where I don't even understand a word he's saying!

I wonder what language he's speaking... Where's he from... Time Lord... And Time Lords are from... Galifrn, Gallifet, GALLIFREY! He's speaking Gallifrayan!

Now, how can I learn Gallifreyan?
Rose smiled as she walked up to the library.

Bingo.

Anything in Italics is thoughts or telepathy! I can only promise one 500+ words chapter a week due to me having to update other stories, like It Couldn't Hurt, and due to my parakeet laying an egg and it hatching, being so ugly it's cute, and being named Stephan (by me), and his mom, Elvis, being a weirdo.

Thanks!

-Fang