The Darkness in the Doctor
The familiar groan of the TARDIS echoed around Amy as she walked into the control room. "So, where are we off to today then? Rory wants to know what shoes to wear."
"Shoes? Shoes? I thought it was you women who were all for the shoes. What's he worrying about shoes for? That's what I love about you humans, whole universe of time and space on your doorstep and you worry about what shoes to wear," The Doctor exclaimed as he came bouncing down the gantry steps. "He wore out his best pair running around France when we bumped into Vincent. He's quite annoyed at you for that actually. Says he wants you to warn him when running will be involved," replied Amy, a smirk lighting up her pale face.
"Oh it's me, of course there'll be running involved. And lots of it. What's he moaning for, it's good for you. Keeps my hearts healthy anyway. Nothing like a good old morning run to clear the sinuses."
At this Rory's head poked around a corner, an indignant expression crossing his face. "It's not moaning. I just want to be prepared. That's the trouble with you, you're never prepared."
The Doctor looked up from the TARDIS console. "Where's the fun in that? Being prepared never works in this life. Never know what to expect. Make it up as you go along, that's the ticket." And with that he threw down the nearest lever, wrapped a bell with his knuckle several times and pressed a large blue button. "Right, let's get this old girl landed shall we, we haven't got all day." He paused, and with a bemused look he said, "Well actually we do I suppose, time machine and all that but still. Stop dilly-dallying Rory! Amy, you need to have him better trained." He pulled his jacket on.
"I'm not a pet!" exclaimed Rory.
"Well stop acting like one then or I'll dig out a lead. I'm sure I've got one somewhere around. Definitely had one when I saved that last Dodo. And that Velociraptor I kept for a while definitely needed walking regularly."
"You had a raptor?" inquired Amy.
"Oh yes, he was called Gerald. Friendly little thing, a bit...bitey. But we're all like that when we're peckish so no harm done."
"I don't bite when I'm hungry."
"Well that just shows a lack of spirit then, doesn't it Rory?" replied the Doctor, "Anyway, let's see what's outside. Geronimo, aye?"