Title: Old Friends, New Adventures
Setting: Post-season 4 for Ten, way after Chosen for Dawn.
Disclaimer: They're not mine. They're not Morag's either.
Summary: Dawn, the Doctor, and the rest of our merry band discover even more hazards of traveling in the TARDIS when you're also the Key to all worlds.
Author's Notes: Written by myself and Morag MacPherson cliffhanger style, desperately trying to stump each other. Third in the A Girl and Her Time Lord series.
Part 1 - Zen and the Art of TARDIS Maintenance
(By MoragMacPherson)
The Doctor raised his hands in triumph as the assembly he'd just installed underneath the console lit up with life. "Ladies, gentlemen, and lizards, we have a functioning time circuit!" He hopped up to his feet. "Thank you John, for the Klining crystal."
"Don't mention it." John wagged his wrist. "Wasn't near enough battery left in this to get me home on my own."
"When and where would you call that, then?" asked the Doctor.
John shrugged. "Oh, I'm in no particular rush. Time Agent, you know, we've got all the time in the universe."
"True that," said Clark.
"So when are we going now?" asked Dawn, placing Emort on the console.
"Twenty-first century Earth," said the Doctor, working various levers and knobs on the console, Dawn doing much the same on the other side. "Still need to get you that check-up, plus it's been ages since I spoke to Martha." The center column pulsed and pumped away. "Course, that means that Clark may need to man the TARDIS for a bit. And given Emort's track record, perhaps it's best that he sit this visit out."
Dawn stroked Emort protectively, glaring at John. "Don't get into too much trouble while we're gone," she told the vole.
With a shudder, the TARDIS finished materializing. Dawn peered at the monitor. "Looks like twenty-first century Earth to me." She grinned. "Can I check first?"
The Doctor smiled. "Go on, then."
Dawn dashed over to the doors, cracking them open.
"Doeth it look like a thpathe thtation?" asked Clark.
Dawn shook her head. "Looks like we've got Prince fans. They're all wearing raspberry berets."
John cracked a smile. "Those UNIT chaps did have a sense of style."
Just then Dawn was pushed aside, as Martha Jones ran into the TARDIS. "Doctor! Thank God you're here! We need you."