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The Doctor's Forbidden Room was the one room in the TARDIS that Amy was not allowed to go into. It was strange; she was allowed in the armory, in the Eye of Harmony, even in The Doctor's bedroom, but the Forbidden Room was the only one that was…forbidden.
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"OK, Amy, I'm just going to go pick up some milk," The Doctor said, "I'll be back in ten minutes."
"Have fun," Amy replied
The Doctor walked out of the TARDIS. Amy waited ten seconds, and then went running to the Forbidden Room. She sprinted down the corridor, up the stairs, and up to the round wooden door. She opened it up with her hairpin, and walked inside. To her surprise, it was a small room with a metal rack on the wall holding every one of The Doctor's various sonic screwdrivers. They were in chronological order, from the simple one used by the First Doctor, to the third Doctor's larger and more detailed version, to the futuristic one used by River Song.
"Wow…!"
Amy was enthralled by the screwdrivers; they all seemed so alien, so powerful, as if she was staring at the very essence of The Doctor. She took down the screwdriver that looked like a penlight; its simplicity intrigued her most of all.
"I'm The Doctor," Amy waved it around, doing various poses, "Take that, Daleks! Ah-ah-ah! Take that River! Ah-ah-ah!"
Amy attempted to toss the screwdriver in the air and catch it, just like The Doctor did, but to her horror, it fell to the ground, and the crystal on the tip smashed.
"Oh no!" Amy gasped
Panicking, she picked up the screwdriver, put it back on the rack, and scuttled outside.
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Amy ran back to the TARDIS console desperately, hoping the entire thing was just a horrible nightmare. To her shock, The Doctor was right there.
"Amy," he said, "In a hurry? Did you miss me?"
"Actually…" Amy didn't want to lie to him, "The thing is, Doctor…"
"You went in the Forbidden Room?" The Doctor completed, with a little smile
"Yeah," Amy admitted, "And I touched one of your screwdrivers."
"It's alright," The Doctor said, "I shouldn't have made it sound so tempting."
"That's a relief," Amy continued, "I actually…well, it's nothing."
"What?" The Doctor asked, "You can tell me."
"I broke one of them," Amy admitted, "But it was just that small silver one."
For a moment, The Doctor maintained his cheerful smile, but then his expression changed to anger.
"Go to your room," he growled
"But I…"
"I SAID GO TO YOUR ROOM!"
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Later…
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The Doctor sat down on the chair in the console room, looking at his broken screwdriver. He placed it next to the helmic regulator, and sighed. The Doctor didn't mean to yell at Amy, he knew she didn't break his screwdriver on purpose, but he did love that screwdriver. He remembered when he first got it…
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Gallifrey, Rassilon era…
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"Do you like it, Grandfather? The salesman said it was a great quad-centennial gift."
Susan looked eagerly at her The Doctor, awaiting his response. He smiled, twirling the silver device in his hand. There was engraving in Gallifreyan on the side, reading 'To Grandfather, love Susan'.
"I do like it," The Doctor admitted, "What's it called again?"
"Um…The Salesman called it a 'multi-functional sound-utilizing omni-tool'," Susan said
"Well, we'll have to think up a better name for it," The Doctor decided, "Any suggestions?"
"Sonic…screwdriver?" Susan suggested
"Very suitable."
The Doctor tucked the screwdriver away in his Inverness cape. It would prove quite useful when he planned to sneak into that TARDIS impound lot later, and 'borrow' that nice Type 40. Then a thought popped into his head.
"I say, Susan, are you doing anything tonight?"
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