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Chapter 1

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All Shook Up

"Oi! That is not what I told you to do, you wretched..."

BANG! CLASH!

"I mean... you sweet, sexy thing.."

The TARDIS's rumblings roused Clara from sleep and she hopped to her feet. She skipped over to where the Doctor was struggling with the console and sat down, her legs crossed at the ankle and dangling above the Doctor's head.

"Having a row with the Mrs., then?" Clara asked, smiling cheerfully.

The Doctor glanced up at her, but stayed at the controls. "Stay out of this, you'll only make it worse."

The TARDIS rumbled once more.

"Oh, sure, now you side with her," the Doctor grumbled as he pushed all his weight against a single lever, that resisted his push.

"The kids don't like it when mummy and daddy fight!" said Clara, in a sing-song voice.

The lever the Doctor had been pushing snapped back, and he was thrown away again.

"Do all Time Lords struggle with their machines or just you?" Clara wondered, as the Doctor righted itself once again.

"You might want to hang on to something!" the Doctor yelled, and Clara steadied herself as the entire TARDIS shuddered.

"Well, we've landed," said the Doctor, taking his screwdriver out of his jacket pocket with flare. He waved it over the console and it whirred. "What could be out there?"

"Only one way to find out," said Clara, dropping down. The Doctor didn't even register that she was walking toward the door until it was too late.

"Wait, Clara!" he yelled. "It could be dangerous!"

Clara threw open the doors.

Whatever she had been expecting to see, it wasn't that. There was a solitary man standing outside the TARDIS. He was dressed in a dazzling, bejeweled white outfit. He had black hair that puffed out to make his head look larger than it was, and his face was outlined by his sideburns. His long legs, outlined by his tight pants, were tipped in solid white cowboy boots. Slung over his back was a wide, six-string When he spoke, his voice was deep, and sensual, and American.

"Hey there, little lady," he said, with a smile.

Clara and the Doctor both stared with their jaws agape.

"Don't suppose you could let me in?" the alarming man said. "I'm kinda spooked out here."

"Is that really-" Clara began, but couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence.

"I'm... not sure," said the Doctor, looking genuinely confused.

But neither one could deny that the man standing directly in front of them was Elvis Presley.

A/N: As a musician, I've been trying to think of ways to incorporate musician characters in my writing- particularly sci-fi. I recently started and more recently finished the new Doctor Who series (started on Classic, as well) and I found a way to do it.