Authors Note: Actually made for a Sociology project thing (I had to write a story using the language from a different culture like a sport or a TV show and have at least 15 words unique to that culture) but I figured I'd put it up here. It was kinda fun to write so I might do more if people leave good reviews for this. But it is the first creative thing I've ever really written that i didn't just BS my way through so it won't be the best little story ever.
A Stolen Piece of Home
The brakes of The TARDIS grinded together to make that familiar whooshing sound (God he loved that sound.) as it landed in the Cardiff Bay area to fuel up on residual rift energy. The Doctor stepped out into the sunny afternoon then turned back to admire his beautiful machine. She was more than just a machine of course. The TARDIS was practically a living thing, her blood being the huon energy that made his travel possible. She had a mind of her own and always knew where he wanted to go before he knew it himself. Well, with so many places in time and space to choose from he was glad that she was the one making the decisions. She was the only friend who would always be with him. His human companions would eventually leave but The TARDIS would always be there, safely navigating him through the vortex. He looked at those magnificent blue panels that would never change. He was so glad he never fixed that chameleon circuit. She was perfect just the way she was, the brightest blue anyone ever saw yet somehow old and forever. The Timelord was always amused at the irony of travelling through time and space, fixing the universe's problems and stopping bad guys in an old Earth Police Box. After each regeneration he got to see her through brand new eyes, a gift he would forever look forward to. Inside her dimensionally transcendental walls he would always be home. She was a stolen piece of a lost planet, his only link to Gallifrey. He adored his friend. Nothing could ever keep them apart, not Daleks, not Cybermen, not even The Master. The ancient alien glanced over to the water tower connected to Torchwood and knew that Earth was well protected even without him. He would be back when they needed him of course, but for now and then and whenever his TARDIS chose, The Doctor could run forever and keep on running.
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