Author's notes: This story was written mostly by my sister, JoAmazing, but we're posting it on my account because it's part of our series, the GTTniverse. This story is considered 2nd in the series, but it can be read on its own.

Disclaimer: We don't own Doctor Who or any characters belonging to Doctor Who. We only own the plot and OC's.

The TARDIS was an old ship. An old, fantastic, brilliant, beautiful, cool, ship that had always hung on for the Doctor and had always been his only constant travel companion through out everything.

He was immensely fond of it, but it was an old ship. And right now, that showed more then ever before.

It had all started at two in the morning.

They had had a rather trying day, and Rory and Amy had turned in for bed nearly four hours before hand. The Doctor even thought about hitting the hay himself, and he rarely ever slept.

But just as he had been saying goodnight to her, the TARDIS started malfunctioning.

It jerked and started up the warning signals, and it had all gone down hill from there as the engines groaned and the console started smoking.

And now the Doctor found himself hanging upside down by some hooked wires underneath the grated floor, with his sonic screwdriver in his mouth, trying to connect two wires and repair the damage to his beloved ship.

Removing the screwdriver from his pocket and sonic-ing the wires back together, he then swung around in his little hanging and began to work on something else, stuffing his sonic back in his mouth.

"Doctor?" Rory called worriedly, having evidently just entered the room. "Doctor, what's going on? Amy and I just woke up."

Great, Amy was up too. The Doctor rolled his eyes as he took his screwdriver out of his mouth again.

"Yeah, I know." He said, trying not to sound too annoyed, after all, it wasn't really Rory's fault that the TARDIS had stopped working right.

Amy and Rory came into view then, each looking a little sleep deprived, but otherwise fine. Amy started laughing as soon as she saw that he was hanging upside down.

"How do you get yourself in these situations?" She asked, still laughing. "Your face looks all red."

"You would look red too if you'd been hanging upside down for the past ten minutes." The Doctor defended himself.

"You'd better get down from there, Doctor." Rory said, frowning at the Doctor's haphazard ropes. "That can't be safe."

The Doctor opened his mouth to tell Rory that he was fine up here and that Rory didn't need to worry, but at that moment, the wires snapped and he fell roughly to the floor.

Luckily, he didn't fall directly on his head, instead one of his shoulders took most of the fall, and it ended up hurting quite a bit.

"Doctor, hold still." Rory said, trying to sound firm.

"I'm fine, Rory." The Doctor said, clenching his teeth and sitting up. He felt his shoulder and then winced. "It's just dislocated, is all." He tried to reassure him.

"Let me help." Rory sounded much more firm that time, more like a doctor.

"Nope, I'm my own doctor." The Doctor said, jumping to his feet. "Plus, I'm not human; I don't think you'd know what to do with me."

"We already don't know what to do with you." Amy said, looking annoyed. "And what is wrong with the TARDIS?"

"Nothing, she's just an old ship." The Doctor defended his TARDIS. "It's just a malfunction, nothing serious."

"Yes, I can hear that." Amy said sarcastically as the sirens got louder. "Maybe its engines are failing."

"No, that's not it." The Doctor said, raising his voice to be heard over the sound of the sirens. He didn't really know though, which was somewhat new for him. His beloved TARDIS couldn't be failing.

"Then what's wrong?" Rory half yelled. The Doctor gave him a 'shut up' look.

"I'm not sure what's wrong." The Doctor half yelled back. "She is… being stupid!"

The sirens reached a new high and Rory and Amy covered their ears.

"Well, you are!" The Doctor yelled at the console. The wires sparked up suddenly and the Doctor jumped back, though that didn't stop him from getting his arm burnt slightly.

"Ouch." He muttered, holding his arm.

"WHAT?" Amy shouted at the top of her lungs. When the wires had sparked she had clutched Rory's arm so hard that he hissed in pain.

"I SAID," The Doctor shouted back. "OUCH!"

"WHAT HAPPENED?" Rory called, stepping toward the Doctor anxiously. "DID YOU GET BURNT?"

"JUST A BIT." The Doctor tried to convince him. "NOTHING THAT I CAN'T HANDLE."

"DO YOU THINK WE SHOULD TRY AND LAND?" Amy screamed. "IT CAN'T BE SAFE TO STAY IN THE VORTEX."

"YOU'RE RIGHT!" The Doctor told her, climbing back up to the main console.

"WHAT?" Rory and Amy asked at the same time as they followed him.

"I SAID THAT- OH NEVER MIND." Yelled the Doctor, beginning to flip levers and try and gain control of the TARDIS once more.

"WHAT?" Amy and Rory yelled again.

"NEVER MIND, I SAID!" The Doctor yelled to them as he ran to the other side of the console and turned on the hot water for a second. "I'LL TAKE US SOMEWHERE REMOTE!"

"YOU'RE GONNA TAKE US TO DUMB BEAR THE TOAD?" Amy yelled in confusion.

"NO." Rory shouted, shaking his head. "HE SAID THAT HE'LL TAKE US OUT FOR ROOTBEER FLOATS."

"SHUT UP!" The Doctor yelled as he pushed the lever that made it so that they could take off.

"WHAT?" Amy and Rory both yelled. The Doctor rolled his eyes.

Then they were all jerked off of their feet as the TARDIS took off erratically.

The console room began spinning violently like a merry-go-round. Amy screamed and all of them clutched at the railings, even the Doctor, who prided himself in his 'calm and cool' attitude during take offs.

"WHERE ARE WE GOING?" Amy screamed at the Doctor, he shook his head, confused.

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU SAID." He shouted. "SOMETHING ABOUT CARS?"

"WHAT?" Amy shouted to him.

"I SAID THAT I… Oh here we go again." The Doctor said, trailing off. He chanced a glance at Rory and regretted it; Rory looked like he was going to be sick.

"IF YOU THROW UP" The Doctor yelled in Rory's direction. "THROW UP IN A BUCKET, NOT ON MY TARDIS!"

Rory looked at him in bewilderment.

"I SAID TO THROW UP IN A BUCKET!" The Doctor screamed, though he would never have admitted that he had screamed if someone asked him.

"YOU… YOU WANT ME TO THROW UP?" Rory asked, more confused then ever. The Doctor rolled his eyes.

"NO." He yelled. "I WANT YOU TO NOT THROW UP, BUT IF YOU DO, CAN YOU MAKE SURE IT'S NOT ALL OVER MY TARDIS?"

"I'LL… TRY." Rory shouted uncertainly.

"WHAT ARE YOU TWO TALKING ABOUT?" Amy yelled.

"NOTHING." Rory and the Doctor shouted at the same time. They were seldom on the same page, but when they were, it was almost as if they could read each others thoughts, which was extremely weird and often annoyed Amy.

The TARDIS came to a stop and Rory sighed in relief.

"I took us to Seela." The Doctor said, his voice was strained from all the screaming. "It used to be the biggest museum in the entire galaxy, but everything in it was transferred to a newer museum on Gavac 6. It's now just another planet, filled with empty buildings and evidence of something that once was great. A nice place for a vacation, don't you think?"

"Why did you pick this place again?" Amy asked him, greatly relieved now that the TARDIS had stopped spinning. She hesitantly got to her feet.

"Because it's remote, not one creature lives on that planet, so we can relax without worry of capture and possibly death." The Doctor pointed out. He stepped toward the doors, but then turned around to check up on Rory.

He still hadn't let go of the railing, and he had his eyes closed.

"Rory?" The Doctor asked, worried about his friend. "Do you need a bucket?"

Rory nodded without looking up.

The Doctor went to get him something, but it was too late, Rory had already bent over and puked on the TARDIS's floor, luckily, it was a part of the floor that wasn't grating so that it didn't fall on the engine.

"Oh, Rory." The Doctor groaned. "And I was three seconds from getting you that bucket, too."

"I'm sorry." Rory said, though really he had nothing to apologize for. "I'll clean it up, Doctor. Don't worry."

"Alright, just, please don't do it again." The Doctor sighed, he knew that it wasn't Rory's fault, but he could never say it. "I'll… see what I can do about repairs."

An hour later, both Rory and the Doctor had worked on the TARDIS, and each of them had black oil on their hands, arms, and shirts. The Doctor had also managed to get it on his face and even in his hair, though none of them were sure how he had done that.

Amy had cooked a meal, all while grumbling about men wanting to do the dirty work, and then tripped over one of the bars that Rory and the Doctor had left on the ground, and all of the food ended up on the ground.

Now, the Doctor found himself hanging upside down again, though more securely then he had been last time, calling out instructions to Rory, who was working at the controls, and trying to ignore the throbbing pain in his shoulder.

"You need to flip the switch to your right." The Doctor called up to Rory as he worked. "Then take the front off of the control box and cut the green wire."

"Which green wire?" Rory called back after doing what he'd told him to. "The bigger one, or the smaller one, or the one that's sort of in the middle."

"The one in the middle." The Doctor told him, inspecting some of the more burnt wires from his position in the hangings.

"Doctor?" Amy asked as she came into view. "Can I cut in for a second?"
"Sure, let me just… Rory?" The Doctor said, ending in a yell. "Do you see the yellow button? It should be under the wires."

"Yeah, I see it." Rory called.

"Good. Now, press and hold the button for three seconds but no more then that." Said the Doctor, he turned once again in his wires until he was facing Amy. "So, what did you want to say?"

Amy put her hands on her hips. "Can't we take a break and explore around outside? It's very boring just sitting around."

"Um, the TARDIS should be fine if we leave." The Doctor said, considering. "So I'd say that that'd be fine, sure."

"Alright, do you need some help down?" Amy asked, smiling slightly at the state that the Doctor was in, with his hair all messed up and his clean cut outfit covered in oil.

"I can get down by myself, thanks." The Doctor said. He pulled himself up so that he was basically sitting on the wires and began to unhook himself before landing on his feet and grinning at Amy.

"See, I told you." He said, and then he walked to the main console, where Rory was.

"Hey, are we taking a break?" Rory asked, trying to get some of the oil off of his hands but just managing to smear it on his pants.

"Yep, you and I will get cleaned up and then we'll go and look around outside." The Doctor told him, heading to the doors that lead to the closet.

He went to open them, but they wouldn't.

"What's wrong, Doctor?" Rory asked, seeing his look of frustration and confusion.

"The door won't open." The Doctor said, stepping back and then flinging his full force at it, all that happened was that his shoulder hurt him a bit more. "It's probably due to the malfunction. I think the TARDIS is trying to repair itself, or something."

Rory walked forward and also tried to open it; the door wouldn't budge for him either.

"So what do we do?" Asked Amy, she had come to inspect the door too.

"I guess we go out like this." The Doctor said in distaste, looking down at his probably ruined jacket and sighing. "It's not ideal, but as long as we can't get into the other rooms of the TARDIS…"

"We could probably find someplace to get cleaned up outside." Rory pointed out. He was just about as filthy as the Doctor was.

"So, I guess we'll check out what it looks like outside." Amy said, striding to the door. She flung it open and stepped outside; Rory gave the Doctor a look like 'women' and then followed her.

He grabbed his sonic off of the table before heading out too.

They had landed in what must've once been the entrance hall of the old museum, because it was wide and pretty, though everything was covered in a thick layer of dust.

The ceiling had seemed to cave in around them, letting in the heavy rain that was falling directly on them and some parts of the walls had caved in too. There were some double doors that probably led outside.

Rory sneezed and Amy pulled her jacket more tightly around her.

"Great, it's raining too." Amy exclaimed sarcastically. "The TARDIS isn't working, I'm hungry, you two are covered in oil, and it's raining too."

"Well, look at it this way," The Doctor said cheerfully. "Things can only get better from here."

Suddenly, the double doors burst open and an incredibly tall and built man with a gun came in.

"Get down!" The man shouted at them, pointing his gun at them. "Get on the ground! Get down!"

"You call this better?" Amy said, getting down and holding her hands up.

"There are some sentences that I should just keep away from." The Doctor sighed.