The TARDIS control room was all lit up and hummed a little louder today and the Doctor was starting to wonder what the special occasion was. He spun slowly and idly around the console and plucked and snipped at the TARDIS, making unnecessary alterations just so he could fiddle with her; trying to figure out what she had planned. His long fingers pushed buttons and his sonic scanned glowing bits.
Rose was still sleeping or eating or showering; she was doing some silly human thing. So he waited and probed and mumbled to himself.
"You know I'm the pilot? Oh that's a rubbish word for what I do; pilot. Do you have any idea how complicated it is to travel through time, well if anyone would know it would be you wouldn't it?" he mumbled to the TARDIS as he eyed the screen speaking to him in swirling Gallifreyan.
The Doctor turned away sharply, spinning, making his suit jacket twirl. He looked over his shoulder and eyed the console suspiciously.
"I'm taking Rose to Lorentula today, she'll thinks that's brilliant she will. Pink Skies and the wildest circus around, so that's where we're going today, not the twenty first century. We're going to Lorentula," he faced the threshold out towards the rest of the ship, "If she ever shows up!" he yelled out at the hallway.
"Sorry, sorry, give me a mo, yeah?" Rose said as she jogged and skidded into the console room with her trainers in her hands. Rose flopped down on the bench and proceeded to slip on and lace her trainers.
Rose's lashes were long and thick with black cosmetic and her lips were pink and glossy. She was wearing tight blue jeans and a TARDIS Blue jumper. She had as deep red, button coat over her shoulder.
Rose was quite focused on lacing her black trainers as fast as possible and the Doctor was quite focused on watching Rose; amused.
"What?" She said with a tongue between her teeth and a smile in her voice.
"Nothing, nice jumper," the Doctor said casually as he leaned against the console.
"Yeah? I knew you'd notice, she picked it out for me," Rose twirled her finger at the ceiling, smiling, always smiling, "so Doctor you said we're going to the circus."
He scoffed and spun around, all madcap-y and fidgety, he pushed all of the possible buttons. To look impressive.
"To call it a circus would be an insult Rose! It's absolutely, wonderfully mad!" she rolled her eyes.
"Semantics!" She playfully shouted at him as she jumped up from the seat. He stopped his button pushing and smiled at her.
Then suddenly he pulled down harshly on a twisted lever and the whole thing went wobbly and the TARDIS made mechanical sounds of excitement. They smiled as they tumbled onto the floor.
The Doctor jumped up from the grading and twisted his waist around from side to side. Smiling down at Rose.
"Bit stiff then?" Rose questioned playfully.
"Oh yes, but not me. No I'm fine. It's the TARDIS, fighting me a bit. I'll have to do some tinkering." He looked out and over the console thoughtfully.
"Hmmmm, tinkering for hours under the console. Sounds great, but I think we've got a date!" Rose said as she pulled herself off the floor and shook out her body.
"Rose this is going to be so much better than any silly old date. The Lorentula Circus Rose! Can't wait, haven't been there in ages. Well, probably for the best, got into a pretty bad argument with an elephant," The Doctor said wistfully off the side, grabbing his coat and heading towards the door.
Rose stopped in her tracks, sometimes he said the most ridiculous things, and the worst part of it was that most all of them were true.
"Seriously?"
"Oi, he started it."
Rose's laughter was cut off by cautious knocks on the door.
"Hello?" Was the question that came from outside the TARDIS; sounded human enough to Rose, but so did a lot of things.
The Doctor and Rose exchanged curious stares at each other as they stood on the ramp, before the threshold, out towards the voice, into the mystery.
Matt Smith woke up that morning like he did most mornings, in his small comfy bed, flopped about over and under and between his deep green blanket and bedspread. The silly clock at his night stand started to rattle and ring when the hands hit six o' clock.
His large spindly hands slapped down on the clock in an attempt to get the offending noise to stop. He swatted left instead of down and the clock tumbled to the floor where it continued to ring and rattle.
Matt sluggishly sat up in bed and his floppy brown hair waved in all directions.
He reached over the bed to try and grab the clock, but in his attempt, but went down instead of left and tumbled to the floor in a heap of comfy green fabric.
"Ow. Okay, okay, okay I am awake. You've bested me again clock, one of these day I will win, then be fired for tardiness, and I'll be forced to sell you in order support my unemployed self," he ranted in a half-conscious stupor as he lazily slide his arm beneath the bed to grab his silly ringing clock.
Matt, finally, stood and stretched around, in all his pale, shirtless glory. Mathew Smith was not an unfit man, nor was he a man. He was a bit of a very tall and intelligent Twenty Seven year old child.
His room was a painted a deep green and was sparsely furnished. A bed, a dresser, a desk, and a comfy chair.
His ceiling was covered in a spiraled, complex, (and poorly painted), night sky. Matt was quite the fan of Van Gough. His desk was littered with notes and pens and papers and tools in order to help him with his work. Not to mention a dirty mug and a plastic bag full of Jammy Dodgers.
On the top of his dresser laid his selection of bow-ties and matching suspenders and one family picture. He smiled at it for a second before he grabbed his clothing. It was a picture of his Dad, his brother Rory, and him. Three pretty awkward men, though Matt would always come out on top if there was ever a contest.
Shower, sing, dress, tea and breakfast, that was the routine. He stood at his kitchen counter as he drank his tea and ate his toast, sparing a glance at the mostly graded papers in his open brief case.
He sighed and returned to his tea. Not many people liked Matt, never have. Maybe he came on too strong? He was extremely smart, and a bit smug, and very, very weird. Though not unlikable, he was fast to smile and nice enough. So why did nobody like him?
Well, not nobody. He hazarded a glance around his flat; that he shared with his mate Craig.
Couch, telly, chairs, rugs, windows, strange art on the walls, tables, more windows, strange wooshing noises, pictures, trinkets, and rot on the ceiling. The standard flat.
Except, wait, no; wooshing noises?
Matt dropped his mug as the air picked up all around his living room. He was quick to shut his brief case as papers flew out. When he turned back around and saw a Big, blue Box in the middle of his flat. It seemed to glow and tower in the most magical and ominous of ways.
He ran up to the box, jumping over the couch, skidding up to it, careful not to actually touch it, not yet. He trotted all around it, twisting his head, up down, and around the corners of it.
"What, hahahahahaha, nope, uh-uh. This is not happening. Well of course it's happening. I mean it's happening," he argued, with himself, apparently.
He pushed the sleeves of his corduroy jacket up to the elbow patches and shook out his body and wiggled his fingers. Then he tentatively put up one hand to touch it; The Box.
But he snapped his hand away; right before making contact.
"Sure; great idea Matt, go right ahead, touch the glowing "Police Box" that apperated in the middle of your living room! Brilliant, yeah Cheers!" He spun all around as he angrily whispered to himself. When he stopped he glanced over his shoulder to The Box. It was like it was calling out to him. Like it was saying. "Come on Matt, over here, we're open! You'll love it! Mind the occupants." Occupants?
Matt's immediate thoughts were aliens, and he didn't know why, it made no sense; why would aliens use a Police Call Box? The Box looked as if it was straight out of the Fifties.
He took large strides towards The Box as he had made up his mind. He closed his eyes as he delivered four loud, yet cautious knocks on the doors of The Box.
"Hello?"
Matt was about to knock again when the door opened.
The inside was bigger. It was bigger on the inside! It looked orangey and metallic and organic. If he just stepped a bit forward he could get inside.
"Well, Lorentual does certainly have that… twenty first century vibe, doesn't it Doctor?" Said the most beautiful girl Matt had ever seen. She smiled like the sun, and she was, and pink and yellow and blue and red. She stood with confidence and excitement and just touch of trepidation. She had joy and pain and wonder in her eyes. It was sensory overload.
She was speaking to a tall man. His hair was all… sticky upy. He had glasses on his face, he was squinting at Matt's flat. Pinstriped suit, long coat, swirly tie. His body was brown and blue and skinny. His eyes… his eyes were full of curiosity, wonderment, wisdom, time, and years, so many years, Matt had never met a man with so much age in his eyes. Though over all he was… he was… he was quite cool.