Tomato Soup
Disclaimer; I don't own Doctor Who, nor will I ever.
UnBeta-ed, be warned.
A girl was standing in front of the blue police box expectantly. She couldn't be more than six years old and seemed to be waiting for someone or something. People passed by her without a second glance for a major part of the day, they were used to the weirdest things in London, and all that time, the girl stood there with a determined look upon her face.
At about ten o' clock p.m. a man with brown spiky hair, brown puppy-dog eyes, a pin-striped suit blue suit and striped tie walked up to the little girl. Was she lost? he wondered. Is something wrong?
"What's your name, sweetheart?" he asked the child hesitantly.
"Am I wrong?" she asked, ignoring the question. "This is your spaceship, isn't it? Do you think I'm completely daft or have I actually found it again?" The man suddenly wanted to know who she was, but none-the-less responded.
"No, you're not wrong. This is my TARDIS. It stands for-"
"Time And Relative Dimension In Space. She told me when I was here the last time."
"Who told you?" he took out his specticules by instinct and put them on, receiving a funny look from the child.
"Never mind, you were saying?" she was hasty to change the subject all of a sudden. Gonna look into that, the man thought.
"Yes, this is my spacship, but what do mean you 'found it again'? No one really notices this box. Not usually, unless they've- no! No, no,no, you've been inside. When was this? How old are you?" he frowned at the thought of making a paradox. Been there, not going back.
"Yes, I've been inside, a very nice lady let me in... how old do I look to you?" she needed to know what disguise she was stuck with. By the looks of it, I'm short, she thought.
"You look about.. six. Six or five, maybe seven if you stretch it." he answered without thinking. "Wait! What nice lady, how on..Earth did she get in?"
"Haha sorry, but time is up for now. I'll see you later, Doctor." she smirked as he opened his mouth to speak. Just as the first sound was coming out of his mouth, the little girl vanished.
"What?" he questioned. A little girl, no older than seven, had been inside the TARDIS. No less, a nice looking lady let her in, when he didn't even have a companion. "What?" he asked again, letting himself into the blue box. Who the Rassilon was that little girl? Who let her in? How did she know who he is? Why does the TARDIS look like this was a distant thought and didn't register. After a few seconds, he realized what he had just thought. "What?" he asked himself once again.
The TARDIS was meant to be small on the outside and absolutely humongous on the inside, so why was the Doctor standing in a claustrophobic causing, regular, wooden police box?
Stepping outside, he shut the door and looked around wildly for other police boxes. This was exactly where he parked it, and there shouldn't be any other boxes like this, it was 2011. Well, technically it is 2012 in 1 hour, 27 minutes, and 42 seconds, but who's counting? That's right, him.
Taking a few deep breaths, he opened the doors again. Sighing in relief, the Doctor ran to the console and hugged it for all he was worth. Something in his brain sounded and with a pang he remembered how him and Rose would hug like that everytime they were away from each other too long. "What happened?" he whispered to the TARDIS.
Turning a few knobs and pulling a lever, the police box disappeared from sight, but not before a blond 21 year old ran around the corner. As the TARDIS faded, the girl growled in annoyance. "I was late... again. You told me the filter would last." she huffed at the young girl beside her.
"His mind is very clever, it was hard enough to hold it that long with you here as well. I already feel faint, so we're both about to wink out." said the same girl that had been staring at the stupid box all day.
"I told you he was brilliant." the blond smiled a cheeky smile, her tongue peeking between her teeth teasingly. "Good-bye for now, then, I guess. Or will you be coming with me?"
"I'm not sure, so I guess I'll see ya when I see ya, Zeta." the little girl yawned and they both disappeared simultaneously.
The Doctor should have seen some or all of that, but he wasn't at the screen when they came into view. Instead, the second the TARDIS started making it's whirly noise he was under the console, checking for what might have caused that to happen.
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After more than half an hour, the Doctor couldn't remember what year it had been when he last stopped, if there was a companion with him or not, and whether he had set coordinates.
Suddenly, he sat up and banged his head. "Rassilon, that hurts! Rose, where's the tea?" the Doctor had said those words without thinking. Whenever he was working on something like this for a prolonged period of time, Rose would have a cup of tea and a smile ready for him when he was done. Cursing himself for being so forgetful, he made his way into the kitchen.
Putting the kettle on the stove and grabbing an ice pack from the freezer, the Doctor cursed himself again. Not only did he set out two cups instead of one, but for some reason he kept stepping around certain spots and reaching around a person that wasn't there. "Why am I thinking she's here?" he yelled.
For two years whenever he made something, Rose was making something else at the same time. He was used to stepping around her for something in another cabinet, or reaching over her hands to grab something, or even standing still a moment longer so she could get something. There was a nudge in his mind as he said that, but-being the Doctor-he ignored it.
"She hasn't been here in a long time, she's probably forgotten about you." he scolded himself. Half a year had passed since Canary Warf and saying good-bye to Rose. Sometimes the Doctor would step into her room just to breathe in her scent. Sometimes he would imagine golden blond hair right at the corner of his eye, but when he turned there was no one there. Almost all of the time, he would stick out his hand, waiting for someone to grab on so they could run together. Then, when no one intertwined their fingers with his, the Doctor would flex his fingers silently before retreating them into his pocket. Of course, he knew Rose hadn't forgotten about him, she is/was the Bad Wolf. The counterpart of his own Oncoming Storm. Saying good-bye was the hardest thing they had ever done.
Sighing, the Doctor walked down the corridor to a rose engraved door, he touched the rose sadly for a moment, before walking into the door next to it, where he sat on the hardly ever used-ever-bed and closed his eyes. The TARDIS understood and sang him a lullaby until he fell asleep. The last concious thought he had was; What is she doing right now?
Author's Note- I know 2011/2012 isn't the right time, but 1)it seemed to fit and 2)that happens to be when I actually started typing it... on my iPod.
