AH! My stupid new e-mail account isn't working, so I switched back to my old one!
This is short, I know, but I needed to get this one out. This is his view, the next one will be longer and posted today.
YAY!!!!!! I got reviews, so here goes!
The TARDIS lurched, sending the doctor crashing to the floor. He swore colorfully in Gallifreyan as he pulled himself up to the console, trying to make sense of what was happening.
"What's goin' on, old girl? Come on!" The doctor reached a shaky hand out to a very important mauve lever just as the TARDIS bucked wildly, forcing him forward and giving him two broken fingers and a black eye. Lights flashed above him and below him as he leaned forward over the console once more. A strange sizzling noise and a shower of sparks made the doctor arch backward in pain as a broken power cable made contact with his leg. Had he had that particular human vulnerability to electricity, that little stunt would have cost him a regeneration. The doctor shoved the cable off of him with his other leg and attempted to patch it in down below. As he was leaning down to enter the crawl space, something else happened.
The TARDIS turned sideways, plastering him to the wall with the force of a garbage truck. Unable to move or even breathe from the force of the 'gravity,' he could only watch as a beam about the size of an American civil war cannon came loose from the ceiling above him, caught on some wires, and swung in a full arc directly at his face. Writhing and sliding, the doctor made his way down the wall by inches.
Just a few inches to go. The beam gathered speed as it fell but seemed to come at him in slow motion. Still desperately trying to get out of the way, the doctor saw his life flash before his eyes. When he got to his first meeting with Rose, it all seemed to slow, vision alternating between Rose's beautiful face and the ugly grey beam racing towards him. His last thought was of her as the beam smashed right into his face.
Or not. The doctor opened his eyes when he heard the TARDIS's pained moan in his mind. The beam stuck out of the wall above him. Two centimeters above his head.
The TARDIS shifted upright again, then landed. Somewhere between sliding down the wall and landing in a crumpled heap the last of the Time Lords passed out. He dreamed of her.
