This Is Gallifrey
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Another explosion went off right next to Amy, causing her to scream and flail about for a moment before regaining herself and looking across at the madman with the bowtie on the other side of the console.
"Doctor!" she yelled over the explosions and fires that threatened to tear the TARDIS apart popping up all over the control room. "What the hell did you do?!"
"I don't know! It wasn't me! I didn't do anything! The TARDIS is just…flying itself! And I don't know where!" the Doctor yelled back, fruitlessly tugging on levers and slamming buttons. He knew it wouldn't do anything but it gave him a nice illusion that he was still in control.
"Where? Into a volcano?! At this rate, we're gonna blow up before we get to wherever we're going!" There was a pause where the Doctor nervously met her gaze and then looked back at the console, flipping switches again. "Doctor? We're not going to blow up, are we?"
"Uh…no, don't worry!" he replied, leaping over one of the many fires to reach her. "I had a much worse crash…I mean landing…before I ended up in your garden!"
As soon as the Doctor said that, the TARDIS began to shake even more violently and one of the nearby staircases came crashing down, leaving rubble where it had been and a huge dust cloud that spread throughout the control room.
"Well?" Amy yelled, coughing as she breathed in the dust. "What about now?"
The Doctor paused, looking around the scene of devastation in his TARDIS. His home.
"Doctor?" Amy asked again, her sleeve pulled up over her nose to protect her from breathing in more dust and smoke.
"Everything's going to be fine!" the Doctor insincerely said back, as the cloister bell sounded and the console blew up.
When the Doctor came to, the first thing he noticed was how cold the floor he lay on was. The TARDIS floors were always heated, the control room buzzing with heat and light and energy. The floor being unheated was a very bad thing.
The next he was aware of was that he was being shaken by something or someone. He assumed it was a someone when he began to hear the cries of, "Doctor! Doctor, come on!" Amy. Of course. The TARDIS had been in trouble and he'd told her everything was going to be fine. A classic lie and the same thing he said to her about the crack in her wall.
He sat up immediately, much to the shock of Amy who had to quickly dive out of the way to avoid a head injury. The Doctor slowly got up, as he examined the wreck of the control room.
The fires had left scorch marks everywhere and the explosions meant there were chunks blown out of the floor, holes that he had to step carefully over, which littered his nearly shattered glass floor. He looked up at the column, now smashed and the sculpture that usually rose and fell as they travelled in this wonderful machine lay on the floor, cracked. The console was charred and black, with pieces of it littering the floor. He pushed some of the remaining buttons and pulled some of the remaining levers but there was nothing, not even the tiniest of sounds.
He sighed, close to tears and whispered to the control room, "I'm sorry."
"Doctor." Amy said, looking out of the TARDIS doors, which were somehow intact. "Come and see."
The Doctor sighed again, realizing he couldn't just stand here forever and should at least know where he was. If they could fix a TARDIS.
He walked over to where Amy was and stepped out into the sunlight, his companion following him.
And he froze.
They were on a world with an orange sky, they stood in a field of red grass and the trees nearby boasted bright, silver leaves. And in the distance, stood a grand Citadel encased in a glass dome, towering over the landscape.
This was Gallifrey.