Do I own it? Nah, it belongs to the Beeb.
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The Doctor had been in situations where the TARDIS went haywire before, but nothing like this one. Sarah Jane and Harry had been thrown to the floor so many times it was pointless standing up, while he was racing about trying desperately to land the ship.
"Doctor!" Sarah howled as she tried to stand up only to have Harry break her fall. "What's going on?" She rolled backwards off Harry, stood up, fell over a chair and collided with the wall.
"It seems the planet we're headed for doesn't agree with the TARDIS," the Doctor gasped, racing from button to switch.
"You can say that again!" Harry groaned, smacking his head off the console.
And suddenly it stopped.
"Can we get up now?" Sarah said, lying upside down on the floor. "Because this is really quite uncomfortable, you know." She turned herself upright, and noticed with a feeling of exasperation that the Doctor had his head stuffed under the console again. "Harry, your forehead's bleeding." She passed him a handkerchief, which he gratefully took, and pressed it again the cut on his head.
While Sarah picked up the chair and the hat-stand, which had a habit of falling over, and having people subsequently fall over it, the Doctor reappeared.
"So what went wrong there?" Harry said, checking the cut.
"Oh no, if you must tell us use the short version, because I'll end up with a headache!" Sarah groaned, standing on his scarf
"Well, I
was just making a little adjustment so that didn't happen again,"
the Doctor grinned, jamming his hat back onto his head. "Shall we
go?"
The three of them stepped out of the TARDIS, and took a
look around.
The place looked normal enough, but there was an
uneasy feeling in the atmosphere.