Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who; this makes me happy, not money.
She had done this a billion times, and would a billion times again before the end. Never would the thrill of it disappear; never would she tire of the feeling.
Twirling, dipping, diving; dancing through the time vortex with a grace that belied her blocky exterior. She revelled in the feelings that pulsed through her as she careened through the swirling tunnel of light, time and the stuff of the universe, her central column rising and falling to the beat.
Sheer joy and excitement. The hint of fear, sourced from the many times the dance had gone wrong, but adding that little something to the thrill. But most of all the feeling of wholeness, the connection with something greater but also part of herself.
Energy surged through her as she purposefully grazed the wall of tunnel, racing along her circuits, connecting to her heart and soul: the piece of time vortex that was excised by the Time Lords, and that gave her life. The whole of the universe twisted and twirled around her, through her, the sensations both enhancing and robbing her mind.
She opened the link between the pilot and herself, sharing the joy, the thrill, and her trust in him to navigate them to wherever they wanted to go. In return she could feel his own happiness and the temporary lightening of his burden. She even allowed her emotions to flow along the faint connection to his companions' minds, causing their hearts to race and adrenalin to pump without them even realising.
When the time came for her to land she reluctantly pulled away from the connection, the slight pain of separation causing her body to wheeze and groan, the distinctive sound that heralded her return to reality. As her occupants waltzed out the door, off to another adventure, she settled down to wait.
Waiting for when she could dance again.
Just a short one-shot I had to write after inspiration hit. Please R & R.