He ran around the TARDIS, slamming down leavers and pushing buttons, sliding round the console room as the light flashed and the central column rose and fell, making its wheezy groaning sound. His companion, a teenager called Sam, was standing on the stairs, leaning against the railing. She watched the Doctor rushing round, speaking at 88 miles an hour, staring round in awed amazement at the box that was bigger on the inside.
"I can take you anywhere, any when-" he slammed down a lever, spinning round to face her as the strobing of the lights kicked up a notch "-all of time and space at your fingertips. I can take you to the far future where you've spread amongst the stars, to the far past when Silurians ruled the Earth." He tailed off, bringing his hands together. He walked towards her, his voice suddenly low and his eyes sparking with a childish light of adventure and excitement, but from what she could see, a great sadness was there too: the look of someone who had seen too much sorrow in his life. "So, where do you want to start?"
She opened her mouth to reply and burst out laughing.
"I'm sorry. This-" she jumped down the steps and spread her arms, turning in a circle, taking it all in again. "This is just... Out of this world, to be honest." He smiled knowingly.
"Yeah, I know. But sometimes, it can get a bit too much for some people, and they-"
"Too much?! This is so NOT too much for me! Considering I have to live in a house with only brothers who are all science whizzes and fantasise about this stuff," she finished, mumbling as the Doctor winked and turned away, looking at the small section on the console which had lots of funny circle symbols on it. She shrugged and followed him, leaning over his shoulder as he pushed buttons around the screen. "So, what does this do?" she said, pointing towards a big, red button. The Doctor looked over and stopped her quickly before she could touch it.
"Don't touch that!" he almost shouted as he pushed her out the way. "That's the... The... Big Red button that..." He paused. "You know, I don't actually know what that button-" He broke off suddenly as the TARDIS shook, throwing them both to the floor. But not before their hands hit the big, red button. Sam paled slightly.
"Well if you don't know what it does you're about to find out!" A red warning light came on, bathing the console room in an eerie red light. Smoke started rising from the floor.
"My TARDIS!" the Doctor shouted running around the console as the entire room started to buck and spin like dodgems. He grabbed the screen, spinning it round. He shouted, "Aaarrgh!" and picked up a hammer, hitting the console with enough force to make it go dong. Sam picked herself up off the floor and stumbled over towards the Doctor.
"Because whatever that big, red button is for, it's never a good thing!" The TARDIS suddenly did a 360 and she lost her grip. The last thing she heard was the Doctor screaming, "Hurry up and land us somewhere, Sexy!"
"Sexy?" she thought, then her thoughts faded to black. But she did manage to think, "If he thinks he's going to get off on me, he's-" Then there was nothing.
She came to the sound of coughing. She could feel the cold metal underneath her and her ankle was throbbing in time to her head. She groaned, loudly, and sat up slowly. She moved to get up and hissed in pain as her ankle flared up, so she grabbed the console next to her and hauled herself up, trying to keep the weight off her ankle. She looked around the room, grimacing in pain. The room was still smoking and the red light still flashing but was now muted by the swirling smoke that filled the room. She took a deep breath in and immediately started choking on the smoke that was getting thicker by the minute. It was so hot she couldn't breath properly, like trying to breath in a sauna. She waved her hand in front of her face, uselessly trying to disperse the fog. She called out to the Doctor.
"Doctor? Doctor! Are you OK?" She felt her way round the console towards the screen, peering through the smoke trying to catch a glimpse of the Doctor, but she couldn't see him. Suddenly, her foot hit something solid but slightly squishy that groaned loudly when she hit it again. "Doctor!" she shouted, falling into another coughing fit as she shook the Doctor with one hand and covered her mouth with the other; she could just about see through the fog that he was bleeding badly from a cut on his head, when she tried to pick him up, he yelled in pain and clutched his ribs. She lay him gently back down and gently prodded his ribs, trying to work out if they were broken or just badly bruised. She could never tell to be honest: she was more of a hit first ask questions later type of person.
She decided that they were just badly bruised (she hoped to high heaven that she was right) and started coughing again, looking round the room for the doors out. She spotted the doors a short distance away and started nudging the Doctor.
"Come on, Doctor! We need to get you to a... Well a doctor." They struggled up off the floor together, hobbling across the uneven floor, taking it one painful step at a time. As they neared the door, Sam spotted a fez and, grinning, reached across and grabbed it, trying to keep the weight off her flaring ankle, and put it on the Doctor's head.
"I assume this is yours?" She asked the Doctor, who was starting to stand up on his own and moved towards the doors a few metres away.
He looked back at her and grinned. "Fezzes are cool. And always take a banana to a party. Remember that," he said. He clicked and the doors flew open whilst Sam gasped in surprise.
"How'd they open like that with just a-a click?!" The Doctor was about to answer when he grabbed his ribs and slumped to the ground, breathing shallowly and eyes closed in pain. Sam limped over and picked him up. He smiled gratefully at her.
"Well, this is a first. I think I've got at least three ribs broken and you've not even been in here for one proper trip yet! Normally it's a lot less... Well painful. But at least we've got a fez and a bow tie, right?" He grimaced in pain again, weakly tweaked the said bowtie, and Sam hitched him gently up.
"Let's go find that Doctor shall we?" Sam said, leading the Doctor out the door, fez and all.
Smoke billowed out the door in front of them, and she helped him out the door wondering what was on the other side of the door. The Doctor's head was lolling and the fez was dangerously close to falling off, so she put it on her head instead, manoeuvring them out the door and trying to stop the Doctor (and her) from bashing into the door as they came out.
The bright light was hurting her eyes after the dark muted light inside the TARDIS as stepped out, supporting the Doctor with one arm and holding onto the fez with the other. They were in a large room, with the floor covered in glass and bits of... Was that bits of a wall? She scanned the room: she could see a desk on the far wall, next to a window with a roughly shaped police box shape in it.
"Doctor..." she pointed out, indicating the rather large hole. The Doctor looked up.
"Ah... Must be because of the rough landing and SOMEone-" he looked pointedly at her "-hit the big red button that they weren't meant to!" Sam huffed and helped him over to the seat behind the desk and looking back, noticed two trails of blood; that wasn't good, to state the obvious. It never was.
He collapsed into the seat with a big huff of breath, followed by a lighter sigh of relief. Sam perched on the table next to him, grimacing in pain as her ankle flared up again.
"What do you mean? It's not my fault I hit the big, red button! Your hand was on top of mine, so you hit it!"
"Yeah, but you still hit and then everything went wibbley-wobbly-timey-wimey!" He paused raising a finger. "Wait, that's not mine... Yeah that was my LAST face's phrase." Sam looked at him in confusion. Maybe he had concussion? Because who had a 'last face'? Of course, she knew what he actually meant, but still... She looked again at the gaping hole in the floor to floor window and nudged the Doctor.
"I hope you're gonna pay for that."
"Well at least it was big enough to fit the TARDIS through! Believe me, in all my adventures in time and space and who knows WHERE else, there hasn't always been a big enough hole to fit a CRASHING, because of a certain big, red button that you weren't suppose to press, TARDIS in... The bills I've left behind!" He noticed Sam wasn't listening; she was instead looking behind him at the window.
"Um, Doctor?"
"Yes, Sam?"
"Have you ever heard of Iron Man? Or Tony Stark?"
"Possibly... Not. Why?"
Sam pointed to the window.
"Well, we seem to have an eavesdropper." The Doctor spun around in the chair (always fun) and kept on spinning. Sam looked at him with amusement in her eyes. "Now really isn't the time for messing round Doctor." He finally stopped the chair spinning in the right position to look at this Iron Man. His mouth dropped open.
"Is that a... Cyberman?!" he exclaimed, worry evident in his voice.
From what he had seen (and that was quite a lot) he had never seen such a well developed high tech piece of armour that looked so much like a Cyberman. He wasn't sure how it worked but it was definitely something to put his TARDIS to shame... But only a tiny bit. Sam reached across and closed his mouth for him whilst Iron Man hovered in noisy silence, an air of disapproval around him.
"Umm..." Sam started, eyes open wide in disbelief. "No, its not-" the Doctor looked at her confused: how did SHE know what a Cyberman looked like?- "And can I be the first to say, but this is AWESOME!" She got up and was about to walk (OK, run. Hello, RDJ?!) over to Iron Man, but forgot about her ankle, put her full weight on it and yelled in pain. She collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily as Iron Man flew over. She heard the Doctor rise unsteadily from the chair and hobble over yelling, "Sam are you alright?!" She thought she heard Iron Man say something but at this point she was on the edge of blackness
She hoped the fez hadn't rolled away and out the window when she fell. She was sure the Doctor would blame that on her too (even though it was his fault she hit the big, red button), but right now... She was more focused on passing out than anything else.
She slipped into the darkness with a fez (hopefully) on her head and two men attentive to her every need. Bliss.