OK, so I don't know where this idea came from, but I just love Toy Story. Also I have a tenth Doctor action figure, and I love to imagine him wandering around the room when I'm not there, having adventures and so forth. So here you are - enjoy!
Sarah-Jane ran around her bedroom, shouting at the top of her voice and clutching a blue painted cardboard box. "Take off!" she yelled, jumping up on her bed and spinning the makeshift spaceship before making a crash landing on the crumpled quilt. She opened the door and dragged out the Doctor, making him look around and twisting his legs so he could stand up without falling over.
"Hmm, this seems to be a world with no living creatures," Sarah-Jane said in her Doctor voice, bringing his plastic hand up to his chin and making him stroke it, clearly deep in thought – she had seen people do it on the telly when her mum watched 'CSI', it seemed to be a clever person thing.
She reached behind her, making the Doctor walk forwards before quickly slamming down a small plastic rhinoceros in front of the Doctor.
"GRRRRAAAAAAARRRRRGH!" roared Sarah-Jane, making the Doctor stumble backwards and fall against the TARDIS (this was what Sarah-Jane had named the spaceship. It had taken her a long time and had been painstakingly fixed and repainted dark blue when it broke. She could no longer remember the 6 words that had given the TARDIS its name. It had been years since she had made it out of an old cardboard box, and the full name had been forgotten, buried under layers of blue paint, cardboard patches and masking tape.)
"Fascinating," she made the Doctor say, "a Judoon, possibly the last one in existence." She was just about to make the Doctor walk forwards and confront the Judoon when her mum's voice came floating up the stairs.
"Sarah-Jane, we're going shopping now, we've got to get you new school shoes, come on!"
Sarah-Jane threw the Doctor down on her bed, jumping onto the floor and across the room, pulling the door shut behind her. The front door slammed, the car drove off. For a few moments there was silence. The Doctor moved, pushing himself up on his elbows and twisting his neck from side to side. "Rough landing this time," he muttered, turning his left foot around so it was facing the right way, before standing up. He bounded over to the edge of the bed, climbing down and hanging from the duvet before dropping onto the floor.
"Coast is clear!" he shouted, and the bedroom came to life.
A group of little Lego men and women came jumping out of their box in the corner, marching in a gang across the rug on the floor to rescue the bricks that Sarah-Jane had unknowingly kicked under the chest of drawers. The Doctor wandered over to the desk, narrowly avoiding being hit by the 'Lion King' toys that were stampeding across the room towards the 'watering hole' – it was really just a plastic rock pool with a little water in the bottom, not really very interesting at all, but the plastic lions and zebra seemed to like it. He used the chair to climb up and sit on the top of the desk and picked up one of Sarah-Jane's pencils, a stubby one that was about half his height, before doodling on a spare piece of coloured paper.
"If Sarah-Jane sees that then you're screwed," said a voice from behind him, and the Doctor looked around to see Captain Jack Harkness pulling himself over the other side of the desk. Captain Jack was the Doctor's best friend, an action man style toy made from hard plastic, with a sculpted face and torso that most toys would die for. He was an army toy, but Sarah-Jane had wanted him for her birthday and he had fitted in well with the other toys in the room. He was the subject of heartache for many a neglected Barbie and for most of the other toys as well.
The Doctor, however, did not mind this. Jack was an exceptionally good-looking toy, though the Doctor thought that he was not too bad himself. He was about the same height as Jack but slimmer, made of plastic that was slightly softer, not quite as hard to the touch. He had skinny limbs and a reasonable face with (he was loath to admit) freckles on it. The only thing he really had better than Jack was his hair. Jack, as a soldier, had hard plastic hair. The Doctor's hair, on the other hand, was thick and soft, proper hair that stuck up in a ruffled style that he liked. Sarah-Jane liked to play with it sometimes, trying to smooth it down into a neat parting before sticking it back up again. The Doctor actually quite enjoyed this, though he would never admit it. He even had sideburns that Jack coveted endlessly.
The Doctor took himself out of his thoughts and turned as Jack sat down next to him. They perched on the edge of the desk with their legs dangling over the edge above the toy cars that were racing each other (again.)
"What were you doing down there?" asked the Doctor, suddenly realising that Jack had scaled the side of the desk that pressed against the wall.
"Oh, I was doing some climbing around the ledge when Sarah-Jane dropped me, she was going to pick me up but she forgot. She'll remember in a few days." He shrugged then grinned. "Met a couple of cute Star Wars action figures down there though." He winked and the Doctor rolled his eyes.
"You're going to be thrown out of here if you keep on like this, you've only been in the room for six months and you're probably on your way to having broken every heart here."
"All but one," Jack said, leaning in towards the Doctor and fluttering his eyelashes. "Care to complete the set?" The Doctor laughed and shoved him away, waving to the teddy bears on the opposite shelf, who appeared to be having another picnic.
They spent the afternoon playing chess with the old set that was stuffed under the bed, the Doctor beating Jack four times in a row before Jack refused to play any more – it would be another few weeks before Jack decided that he would "maybe win this time." In the six months he had been in the bedroom he had only won twice. He was still not convinced that the Doctor hadn't let him win.
The Doctor and Jack were just clearing away the pieces when there was the sound of a car in the drive. The Doctor looked up immediately, years of life as a toy attuning his ears to the sound of the family returning to the house.
"Everyone!" he bellowed, turning around to face the room and making sure that everyone else had heard him. It was a mark of their respect and admiration for him that all the toys stopped immediately, understanding that he had something of importance to say.
"They're back." That was all he needed to say. At once the room was a flurry of movement, toys intent on getting back to their respective places before Sarah-Jane got back to the room. They never quite managed to be smooth and organised in their efforts, but as long as they weren't in the wrong places then it didn't really matter.
The Doctor clambered back onto the bed, turning around to see Jack lowering himself back down the side of the desk. He hated to see Jack stuck down there, unable to come back out until Sarah-Jane went and found him, but Jack seemed cheerful enough, so the Doctor tried not to feel bad as he bounced across the bed to the TARDIS. He threw himself back down onto the bed into his previous position, twisting his leg back around to an awkward angle and freezing in place, just as he heard footsteps on the stairs.
Introducing Rose in the next chapter :P review if you want, the next chapter should be up soon!