"Oh, enough of this," sighed the Doctor. He slumped into a chair and sighed. Ever since his trial, he'd been out-of-sorts. Not that he'd admit to being out-of-sorts, but he was. He'd nearly been killed, he'd thought Peri'd died when she was, in fact married to a warrior king, (he had mixed feelings about that) and then there was the simple fact that the Time Lords were all pompous, arrogant, fools!
"Would you stop your moping?"
The Doctor's eyes shot open and he very nearly fell out of his chair.
"Peri?" He whipped around to see her standing with her arms crossed. "Peri! How-"
The Doctor moved to put his hands on her shoulders, but they passed right though.
"I'm the TARDIS interface," she said blandly. "I needed someone you'd pay attention to."
"Ah." The Doctor sat back down in his chair, his euphoria dissipating.
"Get up," groaned the TARDIS. "I can't stand to see you like this!"
"Don't I have the right to depression?" he asked dully.
"Not as far as I'm concerned," said the TARDIS. The chair disappeared from under the Doctor and he sprawled on the floor. "You're the Doctor. You're supposed to be a pompous, arrogant, larger than life, colorblind prat, not a sad clown."
"Are you done?" asked the Doctor, feeling a little peeved. "No. You're also supposed to aggravate whomever you meet, make the villains inwardly cringe, insult everybody, and-"
"EXCUSE ME?" hissed the Doctor. He shot up and glared at the TARDIS. She smirked.
"There you are," she said, planting a kiss on his cheek. "My thief's back."
Bloody: Another fic for Fic Monopoly. The prompt was interface, and it had to be friendship and third person.
Unicorn: She doesn't own DW. Bye.