This is a series of short stories I wrote during a particularly boring English lesson. (hence some of the weird long words.)

Chapter One; Rose finds a new friend…

In the midst of time and space there hung a blue police call box. Inside said box, a nine-hundred year old alien and a nineteen year old Londoner were having a very loud argument, which would have been audible from outside, had there been anything out there to hear.

It had started quite stupidly really, but, like most things around the Doctor, it had rapidly spiralled out of control.

Rose had woken this particular morning to find that she found quite often, the Doctor was trying to fix something. Trying, because either it wasn't working, or there hadn't been anything to fix in the first place. Rose suspected the latter.

The Doctor was muttering to himself while he worked on the TARDIS' main console, and Rose sat down to watch. There wasn't much else to do at that moment anyway.

She had very nearly fallen asleep again, when there was a loud banging and squeaking noise from the TARDIS, and the Doctor jumped back as a large plume of smoke issued from the controls.

"C'mon old girl, I'm tryin' to help!" exclaimed the Doctor, his hands up in the air as if to show the Timeship that he wasn't holding anything dangerous. Rose decided to ask a question which had been bugging her for days…

"Why d'you always talk to it?"

"What?" asked the Doctor, momentarily forgetting the smoking panel on the main console.

"The TARDIS. Why d'you always talk to it?" inquired Rose, head slightly tilted to one side.

"It? IT?" the Doctor sounded exasperated. "D'you 'ear that girl? She thinks you're an it!"

Rose pouted angrily, but the TARDIS made a metallic ringing sound, almost like laughter.

"She's not an 'it', as you so elegantly put it." explained the Doctor, a wide grin on his face. "She's got a mind of her own; she's not some stupid mechanical construction!"

The TARDIS chirped almost proudly. Rose stared.

"So, not only do you 'ave a time machine, but it, sorry, she…" amended Rose hastily as the TARDIS made a grinding noise. "She has a mind of 'er own an' can think?"

"That's right." grinned the Doctor cheerily. His grin faltered a fraction as he saw the glint in Rose's eyes, something he had come to equate with trouble.

"So, she can think for 'erself?" asked Rose slowly, beginning to grin herself.

"Yep." said the Doctor, trying not to let his slight uneasiness show through.

"Dunno how she puts up wif you then!" laughed Rose. The Tardis whirred happily. The Doctor scowled.

"Oh that's nice that is. Tryin' to turn my own TARDIS against me!" he complained.

"I am not!" countered Rose. "She jus' seems not to like all you're 'fixin' much, an' I'm sympathisin'." The Doctor's scowl deepened, and the TARDIS emitted a high pitched squeak.

"Oh that's fantastic." growled the Doctor sarcastically at the central column. "So you're takin' up with her?" The TARDIS gave a squelching noise, and then added a plaintive whistle. The doctor exploded, throwing his arms in the air.

"YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY!" he roared. Rose felt like she would burst trying to hold her laughter in. The TARDIS kept squeaking merrily, and the Doctor was beginning to turn red in the face. He finally seemed to give up, turning on his heel, he stormed out of the control room, fists jammed into his pockets. Rose grinned and sat down again.

"So, now I jus' need to understand wha' you're sayin." The TARDIS whistled, a light forming over a blank panel on the console. The light faded, leaving a tiny copper rose sitting there.

"This migh' not be so hard after all." grinned Rose as the TARDIS whistled happily.