-1CHAPTER 1
Tumbling brutally through Time and Space was a strangely recognizable sight: a blue London police call box that was, in point of actual fact, the ever-vexing TARDIS, Time And Relative Distance In Space transport, belonging to one annoyingly nameless gent calling himself, a bit too simply it seemed: The Doctor.
Inside, which was substantially larger, and much more roomy, than the outside seemed to suggest, was the tenth incarnation of The Doctor, complete with tweed jacket, scarf, and a pair of what could be colloquially called sneakers.
Along with The Doctor, for perhaps her hundredth trek through Time and Space, was a beautiful blonde girl, all of nineteen, by the name Rose Tyler. The two of them standing on opposite sides of the operative heart of the TARDIS, with its odd collection of seeming spare parts ranging from a computer screen here to a crank there to a set of dials somewhere else, and even what appeared to be a piece of a pinball machine from some long lost penny arcade. The Doctor frantically twisting this, turning that, tugging on yet another, as he attempted to right the incontestably out of control TARDIS.
"Don't just stand there, Rose!" The Doctor rapidly rattled off to Ms. Tyler, whom was also frantically twisting, turning, and tugging, but in a far less logical manner than this last remaining Time Lord. "If we don't bring the TARDIS to some sort of stand-still long enough for me to get a reading on what part of Time and Space we happened upon since that magnetar wreaked havoc with it a few parsecs back, we'll never be able to get to somewhere even remotely interesting."
"I'm doin' my best, Doctor!" replied Rose, even as she had to shift her shapely body's weight in order to counter a quite severe shudder of said TARDIS, caught up, as it were, amidst multiple Times and Relative Spaces. "But I'm not exactly as well-versed on these controls as you! Even after all this time together!"
"Crank, Rose, crank!" demanded The Doctor, even as he, himself, was doing pretty much the exact same thing on his half of the hodge-podge of Time-Space technology dominating the middle of the otherwise outsized interior of the TARDIS. "Flip a bleeding switch! Turn a damnable dial! Do all I've taught you and more, Rose! Before it's too late..."
"Bloody hell", Rose Tyler hissed twixt tightly clenched teeth, albeit white and perfect, as she held on for dear life, whilst frantically fiddling with a veritable zoo of seemingly over-simplistic controls, even as the TARDIS continued to jerk and sway and bounce about.
Finally leveling out, the TARDIS slipped into one explicit Space at one explicit Time for said Space, so The Doctor could, catching his breath in the meantime, even as Rose was doing as she slumped against the Time tech heart of this spatially skewed, interior to exterior, transportation device, call up pertinent data upon the screen in relation to precisely what specific Time and what specific Space the two of them had, rather inadvertently, entered.
"Now, let's just see what's what, shall we, Rose?"
"Captain", a certain pointy-eared Vulcan, one of the few still in existence after a futuristic Romulan with red matter had utterly obliterated the planet Vulcan roughly a year earlier. "Short-range sensors are picking up a temporal anomaly intersecting with our current Warp One position in space."