Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or Tron. :)
A/N: Hi, this is my first story! Hope you enjoy it. This is a crossover between Doctor Who (Eleven) and Tron Legacy. I would like to thank my sister brionyjae for beta-ing this for me... because I suck at editing... :D
Computer Games
Chapter 1: Yeah, trouble...
Sparks violently sparked from the Tardis console, as it struggled to maintain a stable flight path. The Doctor, youthful and old at the same time, held on to the console for dear life, but also tried to help the Tardis fly as he did so.
"Honestly, had we stopped any longer to have a cuppa on Saturn, you would have left without us," the Doctor muttered, ducking down to avoid his eyebrows from being badly singed from sparks. Amy and Rory half stumbled as the time machine began to sway violently, causing the metal steps to judder and trip them.
"Doctor, what the hell is going on?" said the short tempered red head, barely making the small walk over to The Doctor.
"Well, I'm not entirely sure..." the Doctor said, twirling knobs and flicking blue switches. "But I have a sure feeling that it won't get any better from once we take off."
With that, the Doctor, also too eager to see what would happen, pulled the dimensional stabilizer fully down, the green LED's lighting up all the way down. With a defiant twang and an echoing gong, the Time Rotor slowly yet reassuringly pumped and pulsated into life. But this time, its usual groaning whoosh was jerky, hiccupping – and almost sick.
"Ok, that doesn't sound good," Rory said, standing next to Amy, who gripped the console with one hand, the other, the Doctor, who frantically pulled pullers, pushed levers and even at one point, thumped the base of the Time Rotor. This did not help. The console sparked and the whole time machine did a 360 roll and back before juddering and shaking violently.
"So, definitely not go-DOCTOR, your jacket's on fire!" Amy said, taking a leap back when she saw the small fire accumulating from a few sparks.
"AH!" The Doctor yelped, promptly dropping his jacket and began stamping on it.
"Doctor, I think you should look at this," Rory said, pulling the monitor round and down to eye level. The Doctor stopped his foot dance on his jacket and ran over to the monitor. The screen was entirely black except for two words and two letters with a slash between them. 'Activate Digitalization Y/N?'.
"Digitalization, what does that mean?" the Doctor said, leaning down on his hands, which were now on the console.
"Um... well, whatever it is, it's probably what's making the Tardis go mad, so we may as well give it a go," Rory said, stumbling to stand next to the Doctor.
"I love it when I find something I have never seen before!" the Doctor said, grinning before leaning back and pressing his finger down on the 'y' key on the keyboard on the TARDIS console. The screen blurred and returned to normal. The Tardis stopped all of its shaking and sparking. The sounding even kind of returned back to normal.
"See?" Rory said, slapping The Doctor on the back. "Fixed the problem, didn't it?"
"Yes, but where have I heard the term 'digitization' before?" the Doctor said sitting down, his face screwed up in concentration. While the Doctor and Rory talked, Amy looked at the Time Rotor. It was amazing. It was growing brighter in a light blue colour, almost engulfing it entirely the pure blue energy.
"Doctor..." Amy said, stepping back towards them. As they looked, the Time Rotor shot three lasers at the three of them. Amy threw her hands instinctively in front of her face. Rory was blasted in the chest and did a half Matrix, as if he was dodging a head punch. The Doctor threw his hands back and lifted his legs up, so his knees were level to his ribcage. Then they all froze mid-reaction, the laser still connected to them.
After a few seconds of analysis, the beam stopped. Then, smaller but quicker beams shot at all of them one at a time, absorbing a small cube of them at each time. When they were all completely absorbed, the Tardis began to judder and shake and spark and strangely groan in the absence of its top pilot – all that remained was a charred jacked that lay crumpled on the ground.
Oh my goodness, exciting! Please review! :)