A/N: First of all, I want to apologize for leaving The Counterfeit alone for so long. I blame David Tennant :P I've been thoroughly sucked into the Doctor Who universe, and for the past month or two, I've not read/written anything besides that. I do promise that I'll get back to Holmes…eventually. It WILL happen!
This will be a series of short tid bits that come to me randomly, and beg to be put down. There is no set order or formula, just whatever comes out. Enjoy!
This first one is Nine, and Rose at the beginning of their travels :)
"Now, what is wrong with you?" The Doctor murmured as he stuck his head further into the dim cavity under the console. The Tardis was groaning at him, and he gave it a concerned pat. Coming upright, he pulled at wires, and flipped switches, before looking at the readout screen. "Oh, it that all?"
He fiddled with a few other things, before leaning back and putting his hands on his hips. "Well that's that, I suppose. A few hours of rest and you'll be right as rain!"
He wiped his hands on his dark green jumper, and strode around the console hub, towards the interior of the ship. His new passenger, a blonde human called Rose, would probably be glad of the break. They had barely dematerialized from the 1800's, and dealing with Gelf, when the Tardis had started feeling shaky. Now she needed a few hours of calibration, and then they could be off again. He grinned. He knew just the place to take her too; a planet where the entire population lived in trees, living their wholes lives, never putting one foot on the ground. Add to that, the fact that the indigenous species bore an uncanny resemblance to earth's idea of fairy folk, Rose was sure to be enchanted.
The Doctor started off towards Rose's room, coming to the door, and knocking lightly.
"Com'in," Rose's voice floated through the door, and he opened it slowly.
She was curled on a big squishy armchair, with a magazine open in front of her. She smiled up at him, her hair still wet from her shower.
"D'you know that this magazine is from 2012? That's seven years into my future!" She was still getting used to the whole time travel thing, apparently. He gave her a mock glare.
"You know you shouldn't read that. Spoilers!" He folded his arms. "That's like reading the last page first in a mystery novel." He said dramatically, like it was the worst sin in the world. She stuck her tongue out at him, then smiled.
"I love doing that," She teased. He scowled good-naturedly.
"You would." She laughed, and laid aside her magazine. He smiled. "I just wanted to let you know that we're a bit stuck for a while. The Tardis has a few bugs she needs to work out; it'll take a few hours." She furrowed her brow. "Nothing to worry about."
"Will she be okay?" She asked, standing up, and he was suddenly touched by her concern. This little human ape, so far from home, cared about a piece of sentient alien technology. One she could never hope to understand, but yet she accepted it into her life and heart so easily. He grinned at her.
"She'll be fine." She smiled in relief, and met his eyes. They grinned at each other for a moment. He then cleared his throat. "Anyway, just wanted to let you know." He rocked back on his heels. "I'll be in the console room." He turned away, but not without seeing the flash of disappointment.
"Alright," Rose said, picking up her magazine, and curling up again. He left her there, and headed back to the control room.
A/N: *grin* Hope you liked :)