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Actually, no we don't… so sad...
The air inside the big blue box crackled with unspoken tension; still holding her thin wrist, the Doctor hoped with all his broken might to convince the brunnette to join him on his adventures, but even he could tell that it there was a likely possibility of failure. As he awaited an answer, he directed his eyes toward one of the many screens on his cherished, albeit messy and unroutable, control deck, specifically the one that would show him what was happening outside of the police box. The wild-haired man lost himself in the sparkling asteroids and strobe-like swathes of colour in the beauty that was space, unintentionally comparing his charge to them.
She was very clearly a free spirit who would take orders from no one, and nothing could keep her from her goal. (Well, except for him of course.) Her personality, from what he could tell, was also one of immense spectrum and colour.
"No."
Her negative answer snapped him out of his pondering, and his pouting response was instantaneous. he would not accept her suicide as an answer. "How can you say that?! You're getting a chance to traverse the entirety of time and space! Do you know how many blundering humans would kill for this opportunity?!"
"My answer was final: no," Adrastia stated plainly. The Doctor blanched; he was getting nowhere with this strange girl. Who in their right mind would turn down an offer such as this?
While the Doctor fumed at her inability to comply to his terms,, Adrastia was inwardly rolling her eyes. Was he for real? He was acting like a scorned puppy, for Christ's sake! She made the terrible mistake of looking back at him, but he was ready.
The deathly puppy dog eyes of doom awaited her.
"No. No, no, no, Doctor! You are not allowed to pull puppy dog eyes on me!" she shouted angrily. "You gave me a choice, and I said no! Respect my opinion, why don't you?!"
The eyes intensified, complete with a hair-tremble of emotion.
After a few more seconds of staring, she sighed. "Well, if you're gonna cry about it. . ."
The Doctor inwardly fist-pumped due to his unlikely success with the debbie-downer.
"Well, if you're gonna cry about it. . ."
His expression brightened instantly; geez, he really was a puppy. Too bad she was about to fix that.
And on that note, she let go.
Well, sort of.
In her descent from the police box, the girl was caught in a no-gravity bubble of sorts, one that was keeping her from plummeting towards her death. "Dammit," she muttered.
"ADDY!" She heard the voice before she saw it's owner's spiky head poking out of the doors of the blue box. Wonderful.
Oh dear, she thought to herself. Wait. . . Addy?
"You do not tell someone that you are going to join them and then proceed to jump out of his TARDIS!" the flustered man shouted, flailing his arms. "Oh, TARDIS. . . I have never been more thankful for your antigravity field. . ."
"Ugh. You and your stupid machine suck."
The Doctor gasped. "Don't say that about her! She's very sensitive!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. You and it-"
"She."
"It- have stopped me twice now! This should not be this hard!" Adrastia cried angrily, crossing her floating arms. "How do I move in this frigging bubble anyway, you creep-o?"
The brunnette pointedly glared at her. "As I said, it is an anti-gravity field. There is no specific way to move in it."
"Fine then, be that way. I'll just Super-Man it and be awesome."
"What." It wasn't even a question from the Doctor; it was more of an expression of incredulity.
"Please tell me you know who Super-Man is. You are not allowed to be able to traverse the entirety of space and time and not know who Super-Man is."
He spluttered. "O-of course I know who Super-Man is! He's the one who can run really fast, right?"
Adrastia looked up at him with -well, more- horror in her eyes. "Please tell me he's joking," she muttered to herself. "Oh my words, he isn't!" She repressed her horror, at least for the time being. "Well, thats just one more reason why I can't stay with you. Bye-bye!" She gave a little wave, and began to "swim" away.
The Doctor scratched his furry head. "Wha- How are- is that even possible?" he squeaked. Paying him no mind, Adrastia reached one of the floating rocks, a black-grey chunk about as wide as her her torso and about as long as she was tall, which wasn't much.
Reaching out for the rock, she pulls herself into a seated position upon it's top*. As the Doctor watched in confusion, she used her legs to push off the stone, launching herself into what he could only guess was a "Super-Man" position and began to fly at a worryingly fast pace towards the bubble's wall.
The Doctor shook himself, closing his jaw from where it had been dropped in confusion, and snapped back into action. "You can't just fly away from me! I'm the Doctor!"
"Watch me!" She replied. She was steadily approaching the edge. Suddenly, she heard an odd noise from behind her. Looking around, she had to do a double take. Where she had been expecting a large, futuristic ship, stood- no, floated- a small, blue… box? Eh, whatever. Here she was, Super-Man-ing through space, and she was wondering why there was a spatially-ignorant blue box? As she finished her thought, though, she noticed that said box was approaching her. It didn't seem to be approaching, just following… which, for whatever reason, meant the bubble was moving with it! Pointing her head forward in hopes to Super-Man faster, she attempted to race the box.
Back in the TARDIS, the Doctor had once again put his Sexy on autopilot. He raced to the door, and noticed exactly what Adrastia had noticed. His TARDIS was only moving at the same speed as her. He would be able to keep her in the bubble, but not much else!
"Come on, come on, can't you go any faster?" As if in response, the ancient time machine just let out a groan. "Bah, nevermind. She'll run out of momentum sometime. . . I hope."
An idea struck him, and before carrying out the odd way of capturing the girl, the Doctor checked again to be certain his blue box was set onto auto. "Check," he muttered, before racing to the doors and jumping out to fly after Adrastia.
"Allons-y!"
Adrastia turned around at the French exclamation. "What in the world. . .?" What in God's good name was he even doing? The coated man was flailing his arms and legs, actively moving himself nowhere. If not anything else, at least he accurately portrayed the flexibility of a jellyfish. (words : squish-squish. Heehee)
And with that began the most brilliant chase of Cat and Mouse to have ever happened in open space.
Adrastia willed her Super-Man-ing to keep going, keep going, keep going, but not even that could increase her speed. "No! Fine, I guess I'll just have to use my last resort!"
"What?! You have even more tricks up your sleeve?!" the Doctor cried, exasperated.
"I have… the power of obnoxious and repetitive song! STAR-TREKKING ACROSS THE UNIVERSE!"
"What."
Ex: So, this is our greatness! Sorry about the lateness; we've had this written for a while now, but we just couldn't figure out where to end it.
words: Wow, Ex, you're a poet and an author! But anyways, in lieu of deciding, we just cut it into two parts! We've got enough planned out for the next five or so chapters, so these next few will come pretty quickly!
Ex: We noticed that we made some minor errors involving the TARDIS and Adrastia knowing what it was called, but we fixed it. Also, if you guys ever notice any mistakes, please tell us. We need to know!
words: And look! We even made you an Omake!
Ex: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) We call it: B-one-r!
words: If you guys enjoy it, we may even make this a regular thing!
Ex: Ah, who cares what they think? If we want the Doctor to get boners at awkward moments, then we'll do so as we please!
Omake B-one-r:
(words: hehe see what we did?)
He held onto her wrist, tightly. He had expected something like this. What he hadn't expected was for the girl, whom he would be calling Addy (Adrastia was far too much of a mouthful) to drift up... and up… and up. Soon, she was floating almost vertically, as well as being upside down. The girl, Addy, squeaked.
"Don't look up, you!"
Don't wah? Why-
Oh.
The Doctor, in a manner most humanoid, looked up as soon as she said not to. And got a face full of breast.
See, when a girl with particularly large breasts is wearing a loose-fitting, wide necked tee-shirt is floating upside-down, some things tend to slip out. Two things, to be exact.
The Doctor got a boner.
Ex: Okay, so… Yeah. We plan on making this a regular thing. The majority of them will end in the same way, with, "The Doctor got a boner." Exactly like that. I think we will be putting them into a new fic, with just the Omakes, because theres a lot of them.
words: Oh yeah, and we're interested; can you see where each of us stops writing? 'Cuz we it seems that, according to Ex, I'm a bit wordier while she's more punctation-centered.
Ex: Anyhow, how did you like this?
words: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) It's good for me, is it good for you?
Ex: goddammit