Captured
Looking around, the Doctor tried to figure out what was going on. It was dark, and he was secured to a rail with a pair of handcuffs. The handcuffs were tight, but not tight enough to hurt him. There was a familiar hum in the background; he was still in the TARDIS, but she wasn't alarmed at all. She sounded amused. The Doctor frowned and shifted in his spot in the floor, attempting to reach his sonic screwdriver. It was out of his reach, in his shirt pocket; the handcuffs held his wrists behind him so it was impossible for him to get to his sonic. He looked up at the ceiling and scowled. He refused to give up his attempt to escape. However, no matter what he tried, he couldn't free himself. He took to shouting for help.
"AMY! RORY!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, made easier by his respiratory bypass (it was useful; mostly when one was swimming or needed to hold one's breath). "HELP ME!" he saw something move out of the corner of his eye; he looked over in time to see his captor step out of the shadows. His eyes widened in surprise.
"They had me drop them off for a nice dinner in France, atop the Eiffel Tower." River smiled at the Doctor, her blonde hair as curly and wild as ever. "Hello, sweetie."
A/N: This is just a thing I wrote for a free write in my college class. Should I turn it into a story or leave it as a one shot? Review and tell me what you think!
~BadWolfTM (Lauren)