CHAPTER 1 Going for a trip?
Rose.
The most perfect thing.
He misses her so very much.
She was the one who dragged him from the depths of his despair when the time war had crushed him.
The things they've seen, the places their travels took them.
The beginning of her planet, and the end of it.
She knows him better than anyone in all of his 1264 years has ever known him.
He was so hard and cold after all that he had lost and all the pain he caused.
He didn't know why today was any more important than any other day. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about her all day. He hung around the TARDIS for a while, but the thought of her was beginning to drive him mad already.
Amy and Rory had been busy with these smallish black cubes and he got bored watching them and waiting for something to happen. It had been almost a year, and after traveling for a while and not, for once in his life, coming across any problems along the way, he was BORED.
He wandered down long passage ways that are a beautiful deep coral color. There were many rooms lining these hallways, and all of which were splendid in their own . But he especially loved the star room. It's a giant room, at least thousands of feet in length. You could walk around in there forever. Covered in grids and star systems and maps. Like a giant 3D projection. You could walk around and touch planets and galaxies. Make them spin and shimmer under your fingers. Explore the universe without ever leaving the room. He never created this room. It didn't come with the original designs of the TARDIS, but was created sometime during his stay on the ship. It was absolutely beautiful. One of his favorite rooms. He only ever shared this room with Rose. Nobody else knew about it.
Why is he still thinking about her? Why can't this just stop? He knows what he did. The mistake of leaving her forever with the meta-crisis. It wasn't that bad though, right? She still had a small part of him with her, and the other him had a way to keep sane. That all works out, right? Everybody's happy. But...he's not. He was the traitor. He was the deserter. He was so used to running, that he made the mistake of running away from the one thing that he had truely loved.
"Get out of my head!"
He didn't need this right now, he had other things to do, other planets to save, more people to meet. He didn't have the time to mope around about something that could never come back to him. Never.
"So stop thinking about it. It's not that hard. Is it? Why is it hard? Stop it."
He muttered to himself as he backed out the room and slowly shut the door. He took his time to walk back to the console room. Then started up the engines and set the TARDIS on a random coordinate to explore. He wasn't going to leave this timeline because Amy and Rory still needed him there.
They did love doing normal people stuff and being boring. He couldn't sit still for longer than a few seconds before going nuts. He didn't know they could possibly handle doing it for hours in front of the telly.
The TARDIS made its familiar creeks and groans before landing. The doctor stepped out of the doors and looked around in surprise. He rushed back into the TARDIS and checked the coordinates and time again. Something bad had happened. He was back in 2004, in England, before he had met Rose. He thought he told the TARDIS not to leave the timeline, but why did she bring him here?
"It doesn't make sense!" He muttered before slowly opening the doors to look around again.
It looked to be about November or December-ish outside as he peeked out of the interior. It was fairly dark outside and he checked his watch to find that it was almost eleven. 10:57, November the 25, 2004. All of this is a very fixed timeline, and he had no clue as to how it was possible to be here.
All of a sudden, the TARDIS started to jerk about so wildly that the doctor was forced to shut the doors and hold on for dear life. It hit the ground over and over again and sputtered about.
"STOP IT! STOP IT NOW, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?", He yelled as the TARDIS crashed into various objects and finally went under a bridge and skidded to a stop on its side. The doctor was hanging onto the edge of the door frame for dear life while little scraps and trinkets feel out of their boxes and fell into the various hallways. He struggled and pulled himself up and out of the box and plopped on the ground with an exasperated sigh.
"And what was that?!" He kicked the box angrily.
"Ow ow ow shouldn't do that, remind me not to do that again."
He was still a bit fuzzy and uneasy on his feet from all that jolting around, and didn't quite notice when he had wondered by a giant highway intersection. He stumbled round shaking his head for a while and paused in the middle of the street; right when a small light blue mini-van desperately tried to skid to a stop and plowed right into the Doctor.
Alrighty then! Hope you guys enjoyed that first chapter! Please please PLEASE review, comment, do whatever you lovely people do best! Also, this is the very first fic I've ever written, so any type of feedback would be extremely helpful, and if you're reading, thank you bunches! I will post the next chapter really really soon, and I'm so sorry about how short it is :( the next few will be longer, promise! I love you all! :D