Note: ^_^ I'm really surprised that I managed to update it so fast. Anyway, I wanted to just say thanks for reading and thank you for the review. So, here goes another chapter!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I still don't own any of the character.
"You'd think the whole of time and space at your feet, it'd be impossible to get bored!" the Doctor mumbled to himself as he fiddled with the TARDIS controls. With the Ponds off on an "exclusive adventure," he was left on his own.
The TARDIS gave a lurch. "Hey! Hey! I never said it was any fault of yours!" he shouted, giving his full attention to the controls. Still, the blue police box lurched and shuttered, much to the dismay and determent of the single occupant.
"Where are you going, old girl?" he asked, watching the coordinates change while trying to maintain his balance. The destination shifted again and again in a seemingly random order, the TARDIS lurching in a new direction with each change. Finally, it gave one last lurch before locking on to earth.
A rather dazed Doctor got up from where he'd landed on the floor and brushed his jacket off. He examined the controls with a curious expression, looking for any hint as to what caused the TARDIS's strange behavior.
He found nothing. Not even the slightest clue.
Well… That's a bit odd.
He shook his head and waited to land.
Once the box was still, he exited the blue box and walked out into the streets of nineteenth century London, his boredom long since abandoned.
It was cold.
More specifically, he was cold.
And his head was throbbing. The whole of his mind seemed like it was separated fm his perception by a wall of film. Or cotton. At least cotton equated to warmth.
He laid there for a while, just trying to gather his senses in the silence.
It was quiet. Too quiet.
Silence was bad. Silence meant only death.
Death… Silence…
One two three four.
Ah. Much better.
One two three four.
He managed to move his arms. He was laying against something cold and soft. The ground, he figured. He opened his eyes and found fields. They weren't the red his mind expected, but green. He pushed himself up with his hands.
He shook his head slightly, trying to clear the fog. He instantly regretted it. A wave of nausea tore through him and he gritted his teeth until it passed. Once it was gone, he began his examinations again.
The fields were meant for crops. He wasn't quite sure which kind and something in the back of his mind told he that he didn't care.
He drew on the strength of the insistent beats of four and managed to bring himself to his feet. He stumbled a bit before he gained his footing. The air felt fresh in his lungs. It was free of the stench of smoke and burning flesh.
Wait… Burning flesh?
One two three four.
The strength and encouragement the drums provided had a draw back, it seemed; his thoughts were being overpowered by the sheer furry of the noise. Still, somehow, he managed to find the information stored away in his head.
He was standing in fields of green. There was no fire threatening to destroy him and no screams threatening to consume him. He'd done it.
Escape.
Freedom.
One two three four.
He drew in a breath of the fresh air and threw his head back, letting loose a torrent of laughter.
He'd done it! Done what no one else even imagined to be possible!
One two three four.
And he had all the time in the world to do as he pleased.
"I'm back!"
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