Title: Interrogation

Pairing: None.

Disclaimer: Doctor Who does not belong to me. I just love Christopher Eccleston and David Tennant for making me fall in love with this wonderful show.



Rayne held the object in her hand, inspecting it in its entirety.

"So what does it do?"

"It's a Sonic Screwdriver" The man replied, making no effort to mask his accent.

Obviously this man was not from around here, and that blue box was no help in making him a part of the population. The two were sitting in a room, at one end there was a two-way mirror, linking two rooms. The other side was a small window, the main source of light during the day. The other two walls were cold grey cement, with the white paint peeling off. If one was quiet enough they'd hear the whirring of the machinery in the other room, where everything was being recorded.

"So, what, do you unscrew screws with it?" She asked sarcastically. This man was supposed to be some sort of danger to society? She doubted he even knew where he was and what time it was.

He stared at her, his eyes sparkling with amusement, "Well, yes, I suppose that's one function. But you can repair things with it. Oh, and open any lock as well."

"Really? I didn't know you could do those things with a screwdriver." She leaned back in order to see him.

His brown coat had been hung by the door. As a precaution, because of course weird men who appear out of nowhere in a blue Police box and carry things like the sonic screwdriver can never be trusted.

"Well you could also do other things with it as well, I dunno, you could use it as a weapon if you wanted. But why would you want to do that?"

She was really tired of this conversation that was going nowhere real fast.

"What's your name?"

"I'm the Doctor." His reply. She waited, expecting a name to follow the title.

"Doctor who?" You could see his eyes light up as though he hears this all the time.

"Simply, The Doctor."

"Well, The Doctor. How did you get here?"

"You guys dragged me here, quite literally and painfully, might I add."

There was a silence, she was trying hard not to smile. "I mean, here. In the middle of London, in the middle of June, year 2050."

"Obviously not for the scenery," He pointed at the dark smoggy clouds outside, "But honestly, I have no idea. The TARDIS just goes where it wishes."

"The TARDIS, you mean the Police box?"

"Yes. Yes the Police Box."

"What does TARDIS mean?" She looked at him, his gaze was not moving from the window behind her.

"It's…the…norwegermantic word for Police Box"

"The what?"

"Norwegermantic. Very sad, a dying language, only two people are known to speak it. Actually, three including myself. Also, may I use the loo? Very urgent." He stood up from the table. He grabbed his coat and screwdriver.

"Yes, of course." Rayne stood to open the door for him and escort him to the end of the hall.

He stopped her, "I believe I can handle it from now onwards, unless you're willing to come inside and watch." He laughed.

Rayne stood outside the door, beet red in the face. It had been five minutes, what was taking him so long.

She knocked twice, waiting for an answer. Opening the door, she looked inside.

"Damnit." The window was open and the strange man who appeared out of nowhere in a blue police box carrying a sonic screwdriver had disappeared.

She hoped he wasn't dangerous, otherwise she'd be fired. Again.