So, this all stemmed from a dream I had. I've been on a Doctor Who kick for a while, so I'm not too surprised. Anyway, I hope you like it!
Also, I'll try to get this story finished up ASAP, but I have a bad record with updating. Sorry!
The Doctor woke suddenly, gasping for breath. He leaned back on his hands, letting his head fall as far back as it could. He blew out a breath slowly, squeezing his eyes shut.
Thinking back on his dream, he moved his hand up to his hair. Hmm, that's odd, I seem to be back in my tenth regeneration. Jumping up, he quickly donned the brown pinstripe suit he hadn't worn in ages and sprinted to the console room.
"Even the TARDIS is back to how it was when I was in this body..." he mumbled, running his hands over the dials and levers. "What's going on, old girl?"
The TARDIS's hum turned confused, telling the Doctor that she knew as much as he did. The Doctor then realized that they weren't in flight, but had landed somewhere. His curiosity peaked, he pulled the screen towards himself and tuned it so he could see what was outside.
"London, about 2008 I'd say," he said, aware that he was talking to himself. Then he realized, he had completely forgotten. "Is there anyone else on board?" He asked his ship, not wanting to go running off if that was the case. The hum of the TARDIS gave him his answer. "Just me, then. Good, that means I can do this-" he bolted out of the door, swinging his long brown coat onto his slender frame "-without worrying anyone."
Immediately, he knew something was wrong. Very, very wrong indeed. Pete's World.
The Doctor rushed back into the TARDIS, starting the dematerialization sequence. The TARDIS shocked him, making him cry out. "We have to leave, now!" He said, going back to his task. "This is impossible, we shouldn't be here!"
The TARDIS sent a wave of disdain in his direction, which the Doctor ignored. Affronted, the time ship shocked her thief repeatedly until he left. "Fine! Why do you want me out here so badly, then?" he yelled.
Huffing in annoyance, the Doctor turned around and started walking. He had no particular destination in mind, he just needed to get away from his know-it-all ship.
After walking aimlessly for about fifteen minutes (fourteen minutes and 39 seconds, precisely), the Doctor stopped and looked around, trying to determine where exactly he was.
It had just turned evening, and the sunlight was still barely peeking over the horizon, creating a colorful gradient of pinks and purples and blues in the sky. The Doctor turned to his right, and just about thirty paces away stood a mansion, a black wrought-iron fence running around the perimeter. He hummed thoughtfully, something about the modern building causing a stirring in his hearts.
He shrugged, about to continue his mindless journey, when a woman's scream echoed down the street. He whipped back around, waiting for the sound to come again. He did not have to wait long, for the terrified shriek sounded again, coming from the mansion. The Doctor sprinted toward the property, his brown coat billowing behind him. He let the sound of his Chucks pounding the pavement focus his mind.
It worked, for the most part. But it was impossible to drown out the single thought that had been on repeat ever since he understood where he had landed.
Where's Rose?