Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, or Tom Daley, sadly. I also don't own the Olympics or London, obviously.

Chapter 2: London 2012

Rose held tightly onto The Doctor's suit jacket, "Where are we?"

He quickly, and subtly, checked her over for any injuries and once he was satisfied there were none he leapt up, "How can we have no power?" He exclaimed, running around the console in the most chaotic and confused way, "We've fallen out of the vortex... again!"

He ran around manically, flipping switches and buttons, hoping to find at least one that would work. His gravity-defying, fluffy hair bouncing lightly as he sped around the entire console several times.

"We're not... In a parallel universe again, are we?" She eyed him suspiciously.

"No," he came to an abrupt halt as he considered the possibilities, "I don't know... Let's find out shall we?" he enthused as he ran to the doors; long legs carrying him along in a way that could only reflect his sudden excitement.

Rose followed him, almost directly behind, as he swung open the TARDIS doors, to run out into a busy, London street- next to the River Thames.

"Same old London" Rose stated, somewhat disappointed.

The Doctor's face grew considerably more confused, his eyebrows furrowing together.

"No zeppelins in sight." She said, before getting nudged in the shoulder by someone walking by in a hurry.

The Doctor stared angrily at that person before he too was pushed by an unknown stranger walking past them.

"What is wrong with you humans?" he enquired, looking at Rose with a disgusted face.

"Hey, we're not all like that." She retorted, leaving her mouth open in a state of surprise.

"Name one person-"

"Me."

He paused, and thought it over; eyes directed at the clouds above, "Alright, name two."

Rose began to think about it before a family stopped a few yards away and were arguing with each other, "It was you who said to take the train!" The wife spat at her husband.

The man, who looked at least fifty, carrying two rucksacks on his back squashing his spine, and a child of about ten wriggling on his shoulders, shouted back, "Well we planned ahead and we're still late! It's not my fault!"

Their teenage daughter, dressed in a ragged crop top with denim shorts - if you could call them shorts - unplugged one earphone to speak, "We're gunna miss Tom Daley's dive."

"That's all you care about!" The ten year old whined, from his father's shoulders, before being slapped on the leg by his sister.

The poor man then had to stop the child from hitting her back, in fear of having his already crumpled spine collapse in a heap. They then hurried off, the woman several paces away from her husband and the teenage girl cluelessly barging into other people as she seemed glued to her phone.

Rose looked at The Doctor, "Is this-"

"Twenty twelve! The London Olympics!" He almost shrieked with enthusiasm.

"Why did we fall out of the vortex to end up here?" Rose questioned, somewhat unimpressed.

"This is history in the making!" He noted, enthusiastically, completely oblivious to Rose's question as he ran his hand through his fluffy hair.

"But why here? Why now?" she wondered to herself, rather than asking the completely overwhelmed Doctor.

"We've been in twenty twelve before. D'you remember? I ran with the flame to the stadium. Ooh, that was a run 'n a half! I was exhausted! You would've thought that all the running we do, that it should've been a walk in the park but no! It was-"

"Doctor!" Rose shouted, snapping him out of his rambling.

"Right. Yes. No power in the TARDIS. Which means it's not drawing energy from the universe- that's how it works. So why has it suddenly stopped?" He asked, looking at Rose directly in the eyes, searching for a reason; any reason.

What he got, was more helpful than he had ever expected, "Maybe something else is using that energy?" Rose said on an off chance, eyebrows slightly raised in hope.

The Doctor's eyes pierced her own as the happiest and most proud grin she had ever seen spread across his face and reached his eyes, as they caught a faint glimmer of the Sun's light, "Rose Tyler. This is why you're brilliant! Truly brilliant! Magnificent!" And he pulled her into an almost suffocating hug.

He lifted her up letting her legs flail in the air, "Doctor!" Rose exclaimed, not out of desperation but surprise.

"Get a room!" A hooded, low-jeans-wearing, swaggering teenager remarked, and then sprinted off through the crowd.

The Doctor gently put Rose back firmly on the ground, "If he thinks he's so tough, why'd he run?" He thought, frustration flowing through his veins, "What was I saying about humans?"

"I'm not gonna agree! They're my species! It's like me saying that all Time Lords a chaotic bunch of trouble-seeking aliens in suits, with great hair."

His frustration evaporated and he grinned the most charming of grins, "That's only me," he said, proudly, "Awh," he faintly growled, "but you love it." His eyes gave off a smouldering look as he winked, cheekily.

Rose tried to hide a blush, and almost succeeded until he grabbed her hand and pronounced, "Allons-y!"

Sorry this chapter isn't very long, but I wanted to leave a little suspense for when you find out what caused the TARDIS falling out of the vortex!

Also, I use a lot of eyebrows in description, mainly because it helps to show their emotion and reflect their character – especially The Doctor. Let me know if I overdo it!