This is my first attempt at reviving the writer inside of me. Brace yourself. I plan on making this a relatively short story. But then again, things happen so we'll see how this thing goes. I should probably make a cover for this... Disclaimer: I'm a teenager with a laptop. Not a rich guy who owns a popular show about aliens and space stuff.
Prologue
He swung the door shut and spun around his console once, taking a look in the monitor screen to adjust his bow tie.
Well then. See you around, Professor River Song.
He slammed one of the levers down, ran around to the other side of the console and turned a few knobs.
'Til the next time doctor.
His demeanor changed and he slowly stepped away from his beloved Tardis. He sat down, with his back against the railing.
Goodbye. Sweetie.
With his palms pressed against his eyes, he gritted his teeth, begging the tears to go away. No, he told himself. No, please stop. Now isn't the right time. Stop. He took a deep breath and blinked a few times. He'd experienced goodbyes countless times, but he'd never thought there would be one so painful as this. He'd taken all of their time for granted. Never once telling her that he loved her. It was alarmingly parallel with his past regeneration and not something he wanted to ever experience again.
He took a few deep breaths to regain his composure, and carefully stood up. He lovingly stroked his Tardis, "Looks like its you and me again, Old Girl. Let's go somewhere new this time." He shoved one of the levers up, but this time, instead of making its usual noise, it banged and jerked to the side, sending the doctor stumbling until he was face down on the floor. He gripped the edge of the console and scrambled to his feet, "No no no! What are you doing!" His ship was crashing through time and space with no plan of stopping. With quick determination, the doctor tripped and clambered his way around the control panel, furiously pulling levers and switching switches and slamming buttons, while his Tardis was busy smashing through the time vortex. The groaning and banging stopped, and the Doctor's ship flung itself around, heading towards a new location.
The Doctor stood over the control panel, trying to catch his breath and he looked at the damaged room around him. The railings had been bent out of shape, and a few small objects were on fire. He rummaged around awhile until he found a small fire extinguisher to put out the flames. As he adjusted his bow tie again, he caught sight of the monitor and the current destination. His eyes widened and he gawked at the screen, "No! Not there! Anywhere but there!" In a flash, he stumbled up the stairs and grasped at every possible lever in sight. "Please please please! There has to be somewhere else!" He shouted helplessly, but there was nothing he could do. The Tardis had locked on to the closest destination to avoid ripping through the whole of time and space, and the course could not be changed. In order to prevent the destruction of the time vortex, the Tardis had no choice but to land itself in the closest possible place in time and space, regardless of the safety.
The Doctor braced himself for impact. Crashing through the vortex may have caused damage, but crashing into another universe was infinitely much worse.
He shut his eyes and gripped the console until his knuckles were white. Then he waited.
Within the next second, the Tardis jerked abruptly, this time with frightening force that sent the Doctor flying across the room.
"Mum! I told you to stop leaving the door unlocked." A frustrated blonde set her purse on the table in the foyer.
A tall, thin man stepped out from the kitchen and smiled. "Oops! Sorry that was me." He placed his hands on both sides of her face and proceeded to place a small kiss on her forehead. "You look beautiful today."
She smiled with delight and stood on her toes to give him a kiss, a proper kiss on the mouth. The man with incredibly good hair pulled back slightly, "Torchwood called. They said you don't have to go in tomorrow."
The blonde gave a sigh of relief, "Oh good, I've been wanting to take Matthew to..." She stopped mid sentence as a hauntingly familiar sound came from the yard.
They stared at each other in utter shock and disbelief. Without hesitation they flung the door open and hurried into the front lawn. They stopped dead in their tracks at the sight. Right in front of them. In their own yard.
A blue police box.