Chapter 1.
The Doctor yawned and flicked another page in the newspaper, taking another swig from his banana milkshake. The time lord was bored. He'd decided to have a day in the time vortex, simply because recently he had bee run off his feet. Without a companion, he was dangerous. The Doctor always got into scrapes and saving the universe, but without someone to call him back, he simply let things get too close. Even though he told himself that he was only here because he needed a break, in truth he was healing from another close call with the Slitheen family from Raxacoricofallapatorius. Because he no longer had a companion after the last incident with Donna Noble, he'd slipped back into the habit of simply talking to himself whenever he did something with the TARDIS. The best way to handle the depression that came with truly being alone was to not tinker with anything. As a result, the consol room was a mess, and the TARDIS herself wasn't too happy with the Time Lord.
He reclined in the jumpsuit and put his feet on the console, crossing them over as he took another sip of the milkshake, before putting it down and taking an absentminded bite out of an edible ball bearing. He sighed and turned another page in the Earth newspaper. It intrigued him how the humans used these booklets with the flimsy pages to spread the news, but it was a highly efficient way of spreading the word for a non-telepathic race. In fact, the way they seemed to cram everything into tiny articles, but still manage to have objective views made the Time Lord just that little bit more inclined to like the human race. After all, it wasn't often you met a race quite like them.
The Doctor was reaching for his cup absentmindedly again when a sudden lurch from the TARDIS knocked him completely off of his seat. Landing with a thud the time lord was sent rolling again as the blue box pitched wildly. He staggered to his feet and gripped the sides of the console tightly. In an attempt to control what was going on, the Doctor flicked a number of switches, none having an effect on the TARDIS's movements. Something was wrong, really wrong. The TARDIS never reacted like this, or, she hadn't in a few hundred years. The Doctor fought the machine for control, but nothing he seemed to do had any difference on what happened. He was being tossed about like a rag doll, worse then what normally happened when he was travelling through time.
"What? C'mon! You're going to use up everything you've got doing this! I don't want to have to re-fuel yet!"
The Doctor gasped, looking more and more confused as the TARDIS swung about wildly. He frowned and made his way carefully over to the monitor, trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening. Instead, he was thrown into the jump seat. Bracing himself against the consol, the Doctor pushed himself to his feet again, becoming far more alarmed when the consol room turned red.
"At least the cloister bells aren't going yet," he muttered.
He stepped across as he held onto a lever tightly to grab the monitor. He looked down as his shoe squelched in something and lamented for a moment over his lost banana milkshake before the TARDIS landed with a thud that threw the time lord half way across the console room.
The Doctor picked himself up, rubbing his arm where he'd taken most of the blow from the ground. Scrambling to his feet, he darted to the monitor, The room was slowly turning back to it's normal blue glow, but what confused the Doctor more was the fact that an extremely strong force was playing with the TARDIS. The force was so strong that the TARDIS's console continued to flicker from telling him they were still in the Vortex to telling him he'd landed.
"Wait...this isn't right...no...no, no!"
He tapped a whole heap of buttons before dashing around the console.
"We definitely travelled through time then, no doubt about it. But where? Why? What's happening to the inturalacaturate infertraciton systems? What is going on..."
He trailed off, his eyebrows forming a 'v' with concentration. Reaching into his suit pocket, the Doctor dragged his glasses out of his pocket and put them across his nose.
He pulled out his sonic screwdriver, intending to investigate the TARDIS more thoroughly as he dashed around to the monitor again, almost slipping in the spilt drink. He grabbed a piece of the newspaper that had managed to get onto the console in all the excitement and threw it over the drink before sticking his sonic into his mouth and grabbing the trench coat that was draped over the railing around the console. He pulled it on and yanked the sonic out of his mouth, sprinting to the door and pulling it open. He was never one to be against a good bit of adventure. And he wanted to find out what was going on. Without any more hesitation, he stepped out, shutting the door behind him.
First one XD. Please be nice *pleading eyes*. I've been reading some of the ones around and I feel like I could be slightly out of my depth, but we'll see!