The almost soothing rise and fall of the time rotor played on in the background as Rose once again delved through the myriad of outfits in the TARDIS wardrobe. Not for the first time, she wondered just where he'd got them from…
Taptaptaptap tap, tap, taptap,
taptap
Though they were worn through and flecked with grass
stains from their almost endless running, the Doctor's plimsolls
tapped out a merry rhythm against the console, beating along to
another old 70's disco number he'd uncovered. His hair shook
slightly as he nodded his head in time to the track, and a hand often
strayed to push his thick-framed glasses back up the bridge of his
nose. The chair threatened to overbalance as it wobbled dangerously
on its two back legs.
The book was vaguely interesting, but nothing out of this world. Well, it was 'out of this world', obviously. If it was on board the TARDIS, it was almost certain to be from another time or place or planet or galaxy. He thumbed over another page idly, humming aloud as the guitar burst into a tricky solo. Not long before they landed, now.
He paused, feet stopping dead and whistle silencing. He cast a wary eye over the console beyond his feet…Everything may be looking ship-shape for now, but the old girl had drifted off course a couple of times…
With
a final, almost satisfied growl, the time rotor fell quiet and still.
A grin spread across the Doctor's face, lighting up his eyes.
Closing the book and lowering his feet to the metal-grilled floor, he
stood and laid one hand lovingly on the hexagonal structure.
"Atta
girl," he said quietly.
