Hey, if I owned Doctor Who or any pictures or stuff, that would be pretty cool, but I do not.
"What to do about this, eh old girl? This is a problem,"
The Doctor was holding himself over the TARDIS console, staring down at it. He threw his arms up in the air and screamed, "I AM SO BORED!" He sighed. "All of time and space and you'd think there would be a little more to do." He began to pace around the console. "I know, let's go to that spa on Midnight! Oh wait, not that one," he muttered. "I know!" he exclaimed. "There is an exploding star outside the Boromeo system. I could take River there to ride the solar waves!"
Throwing off his tweed jacket, he jumped into action, running over to the wall-closet under the stairs. Turning and pulling the metal handle, he let the door slid up to reveal an even bigger room than the console room. After stepping through the four-foot tall doorway into the darkness he began to feel his way around, only to slip and fall on giant pile of, well, junk.
"Note to self, clean closet," he muttered, a little annoyed with himself.
He got on his hands and knees. "Where is that extrapolator board…" He put his hand down on what he thought was the floor, only for it to meet with a glass object breaking under the weight put onto his left arm. "Ah!" he hissed, turning all of his upper body weight to his right arm. The Timelord sat up, attempting to inspect the damage done to his hand. Sitting up only caused him to knock more things over. A silver pitcher landed at his feet, and a glowing aqua orb rolled out of it. Confusion crossed his face. After it had rolled all the way to the door the man finally recognized the object.
"No, no, no, no."
Panicking, he used his right arm to push himself to his feet, and began chasing after the blue-green light. It rolled out of the closet and into the Console room. The Doctor's off-balance run (due to getting up too fast) caused him to hit his shoulder on the side of the closet exit. Too late. He watched the orb disappear below the console, and fall. Into the heart of the TARDIS.
Jumping out of the closet, he ran over to the console and flipped a switch. A screen next to him lit up with a view of below the console. The aqua orb disappeared into the bright light that was the center of the TARDIS. The Doctor closed his eyes and held his breath. Seconds past and he opened them to look back at the screen. Nothing happened. Maybe it was fine.
Not with my luck though, eh? he thought.
Hearing a crack he looked up with dread. An all too familiar line was showing in the glass surrounding the mechanism at the center of the console.
No.
The repetitive, and last, thought to go through the Doctor's head as the TARDIS lunged into action and a white light filled the entire room.
Steam, or smoke. Both maybe? He couldn't tell, his vision was all hazy. Or maybe that was the steam. Or smoke. Or both. Focus! What happened?
His head felt like it was going to explode. He opened his eyes and tried to bring his head up. But it only fell back down towards his chest. Now he could see the damage done to his hand. Make that wrist, also. There was a shard of glass stuck yet in his hand, and a three inch cut marked the center of his wrist.
Funny… I didn't even feel that…
Crimson blood stained the left cuff of his white shirt. That was going to be bothersome to wash out. He tried bringing his head up again. Looking around, he realized he had been thrown down the stairs and was now sitting on the floor up against the wall.
The lights were flickering as poisonous fumes began to fill the TARDIS.
"Oh, old girl, what have I done to you…"
The Doctor gulped, and became more attentive seeing his beloved machine in shambles. The glass surrounding the pump at the center of the console had shattered, leaving the pump itself still and lifeless. Sparks were flying from the console- one part was even on fire. The happy light from the heart of the TARDIS below that could usually be seen was gone. Panic flooded his thoughts, but he tried to calm himself down.
Coughing, he thought, Well time to see where you have brought me before I die from inhaling poisonous fumes.
He grimaced and managed to muster the strength to stand up, but nearly fell right back down of light-headedness. He grabbed the back of his head at a splitting pain. The touch was met by a warm, sticky feeling. His hearts jumped in his chest at the sensation. He tried to dismiss the pain and began to walk towards the stairs. Grabbing the railing, he dragged himself up the steps. The Timelord was exhausted by the time he got to the top of the stairs. He stumbled over to the TARDIS door as his vision began to blur again. Gasping for air, his hearts beat slower and slower as the fumes continued to drown his lungs. Finally reaching the door, his hands searched for the handle. Not finding it, The Doctor fell to his knees and leaned against the door and began weakly hitting it.
No….please…let me out.
The door made a clicking sound and opened. Coughing, the Doctor fell half out of the TARDIS. He was surprised when he landed on something soft. It smelled wonderful. He smiled slightly. His eyes blinked open slowly.
Roses…
Blue roses lined his sight.
A small smiled crossed his face as his eyes closed again.
He heard a door open just before everything went dark again.
A woman in a brown skirt and blue shirt stepped out of the doorway. The wind softly blew through her bright red hair as she looked around the small courtyard. Seeing the bloodied man - and not to mention the smoking police box - sitting on top of her flowers made her scream.
"Rory!"
Hola, thanks for reading!
so, first fic, please be kind :) . reviews are very much appreciated. I'm not sure how long chapters will be, I guess we'll see a pattern after a few. not sure what else to put here... until the next chapter! thanks again!
-Maris
