A/N: Another 'scribble-from-the-back-of-a-notebook'. I need to give my muse a kicking. Based in the 'here's a chunk of TARDIS' canon, as are all of my DW fics if I'm honest.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Doctor Who except some DVD boxsets, and they were gifts. Needless to say, no need to sue nice BBC people!

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Home

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Three-thirty in the morning, and most of Britain slept peacefully; only a few shift workers shuffling their way through the streets of London, pursued, occasionally, by the shouts of the late-night revellers who had probably forgotten they had homes to go to.

On the city's western edge things were quieter still; street after suburban street filled with slumbering residents with only the occasional baby's cry to break the silence.

Of course, the very fact that Rose Tyler was conscious to register such thoughts meant that tonight, yet again, the Tyler household was the exception.

"Why," she grumbled, wiping sleep from her eyes and pulling her dressing gown tightly around her, "can't you wait till morning to have your epiphanies?"

"It can't wait Rose," the Doctor called back over his shoulder, "there's absolutely no time to waste!"

"What the hell's going on?" Jackie poked her head out of the door closest to Rose, "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Jackie. Of course I know what time it is. I'm a Time Lord."

"Half," grumbled Rose, but the Doctor was pretending not to listen.

"But as you're up Jackie, you should come too. Come on! Chop chop! Oh! Bring Pete. The more the merrier!"

Jackie stepped out into the corridor, a dishevelled looking Pete following behind her.

"What's he on now?" she hissed, watching the Doctor gambol off and cringing slightly at the jaunty tune he was whistling, "He'll wake Tony if he doesn't shut it."

"Too late," sighed Rose, stepping aside to reveal a bleary eyed Tony, blanket dragging along behind him, "I think he fetched Tony before me."

"Are you coming or what?" called the Doctor irritably from the bottom of the staircase. Rose smiled, shrugged her shoulders, and led the way.

They wandered downstairs and out the backdoor like a group of disoriented ducklings following an absurdly chipper mother. They'd picked up another spectator on the way in the form of Rosie-dog, who ran in-between their legs as they slipped and slid on the frosty grass.

"If you'd told me we were going hiking I'd have put proper shoes on," spat Jackie as she clung to Pete's arm.

The Doctor waved his arm and made a disinterested noise.

"Wait until you see, Jackie. Wait until you see… this!"

He'd brought them to the edge of the woods, where a small structure stood half-hidden in the undergrowth. Rose let out a high-pitched squeal.

"You did it!"

"It did it," corrected the Doctor, "or rather she did it. I was just the caretaker."

Jackie looked unimpressed, but Pete appeared nonplussed.

"It's a tool shed," he said.

"It is," agreed the Doctor with an inordinate amount of pride.

Pete rubbed his eyes and looked down at where Tony stood shivering, chewing on the end of his muddied blanket.

"You brought us out here, at godforsaken-'o-clock, to look at a tool shed? I've got dozens of sheds. Is this the first stop on a sight-seeing tour? Flat-pack storage solutions by night?"

"No," said the Doctor with a frown, looking at Pete through suspious eyes, "it's this."

He opened the door.

It was bigger on the inside.