A/N: These stories are written for the Doctor Who OTP Boot Camp Challenge. My OTP of choice is... The Doctor (all eleven of him) and his beloved TARDIS. Italicized words are how I'm representing the TARDIS's telepathic connection with the Doctor. In reality, I think it's usually more just feelings and ideas, but that gets complicated so I gave her limited English speech (again, telepathic). This is my first post so I hope it works! (Fingers crossed!)
Rating: T just in case.
Spoilers: Since it'll feature every Doctor, basic spoilers for the characters probably apply. I've seen some of each regeneration, but not all in equal quantity. Any discrepancies are completely my fault, and if you catch one I would appreciate hearing about it. Any episodes referenced will get their own spoiler alert when I come to them.
Disclaimer: These are not my characters, and I'm not getting money from them. They're just being borrowed for a bit of fun.
Enjoy!
1. Injustice (Featuring 3!)
The Doctor was positively in a snit as he pulled at wires and muttered and tried to fit things in place, occasionally shocking himself in the process.
"What really bothers me," he muttered to his ship, "what really galls me is that they had the nerve to punish you too!" He shielded his eyes against a burst of sparks that peppered his coat with burn marks.
I helped
the TARDIS thought at him, and the Doctor just snorted. "You may have taken me places, but I'm the one who ultimately did the meddling. And now look at you! A TARDIS who can't travel!" He clucked disapprovingly. "And even if I could get you working, I can't pilot you!"
I stole you
"Yes, but this is my problem!" The Doctor sighed, and pulled himself out from under the console. "And if you never fly again, I don't want to be the one responsible for keeping you here on this tiny little Earth, even though you seem to like it so much."
I will fly
"Oh, you will, will you?"
I see
"Well then," the Doctor said, straightening his jacket. "And shall I presume I'm flying with you?"
Of course my thief
The Doctor sighed, his arguments invalidated. Such was the nature of complaining to a time machine. "Well, then, I don't suppose you'd care to show me how to make that happen, would you?"
Time's not right
The Doctor pulled out a rag and started dusting off the remarkably-not-dusty console. He muttered to himself still, about it being not fair and an act of injustice and a disgrace to the Time Lord spirit, and just as much of a disgrace to the TARDIS spirit. The TARDIS is question took the tirade in stride, as she always did and always would.
Besides, it might not have been fair, but it wouldn't last. And she rather liked the feel of this new Doctor's thoughts.