Fate/ Who

After having explained what the TARDIS was to Saber, the Doctor proposed a very good-sounding idea: "Why don't we look around, if we're already here? The Csirr'zay bazaar is only held every second year. This gives you an exceptionally well chance to look into other race's habits and the likes! And to explore other cultures – and to get you some change of clothes. I doubt that that armor is very comfy."

Saber grimaced at the mention of clothing. The armor was indeed uncomfortable and it was covered with dried blood under her breastplate. Out of the corner of her eyes she could make out Shirou glancing at his own attire, which was, while not bloodied, in a very ragged state. "That would be… the most considerate turn of events, yes."

Shirou nodded in confirmation. "…But Doctor?"

"Hm? Yes?"

"We don't have any …alien money." he sighed.

"Oh, that's not a problem. This is a bazaar, they'll trade you clothing and the likes for something of equal value."

"And what would we be trading?"

At this, the Doctor blinked. He was thinking the question over. "You can 'trace' these swords, no?"

Shirou shook his head, "They'd disappear within an hour or so."

"I see." now the Doctor was stroking his chin. He – technically – would have enough things to trade, but he really didn't know where the store room was after the last cleaning. While both men were at a loss of what to do, Saber smirked. Turning around and walking away, without them noticing, she reappeared before them about ten minutes later, holding out two sticks of dried meat, eating the third.

"Huh?" blinking out of his stupor, the Doctor stared at the food in front of him, Shirou doing the same. Accepting the food with a thank you, the young magus asked, "How did you get those?"

Saber was eating her stick with all the poise and grace of a true King, leaving both men hanging onto her answer until she was finished. Motioning to Shirou to open his palm, she put something small inside.

"Coins?" the Doctor looked surprised at the five little coins in Shirou's hand.

"Yes. I traded some coins for some spice, and traded some of it for the stick." Both looked surprised at her, as she continued, "As of now, I still have two spice bottles left and those coins."

"Ah." Shirou seemed to understand what had happened far faster than the Doctor. "So you used your natural charisma skill to trade cheap?"

Saber nodded.

"What for a charisma skill?" The Doctor looked at them. They were walking out of the Alley, into the main street of the bazaar.

Shirou answered the question with a shrug. "She has a high charisma skill – something most kings must have, I guess?"

And as such, the hunt for new clothing continued.

Fate/ Who

Sitting alone in the console room, Saber sighed. The Doctor and Shirou were off somewhere doing something – probably something stupid. She sighed again, tapping her fingers against the panel.

"Those two idiots…" They'd left her behind, because this planet was strictly against females. It's not like she could've disguised herself as a man. She had been King Arthur, for the Root's sake! She was a better man than most of her men!

…and she started swearing by the Root. Wonderful; it seemed like Merlin and Shirou were a bad influence on her.

The lights blinked and there was a 'bleeping' sound.

Saber sighed again. She'd been long over the surprise that the TARDIS was sentient. The Doctor had been surprised when the console made itself noticeable; stating that she never spoke with his companions before.

And it seemed that the sentient spaceship shared something in common with the King of Knights: annoyance at the antics of the male residents of this ship.

Saber humored the ship, "It is not as if I saved them from the Amazons."

The ship hummed.

"Or the Shadow Proclamation."

The tube in the middle moved once, as if nodding.

"Or from Da Vinci, when we were in Italy." That… had been an interesting encounter, to say the least.

It gave a short series of 'bleeps' which sounded like laughing.

Saber nodded, and crossed her arms, continuing: "Truly, the Doctor would be lost without us, sometimes. For all his knowledge, going into a war camp between the Ataraxi and the Stygorax font was not his smartest idea. If it were not for us, he would still be imprisoned."

The TARDIS hummed in acknowledgement, before bleeping and blinking furiously, telling a tale of her own. Saber hummed in frustration. "I completely understand you. Obviously, if it were not for your constant help, the Doctor would be long gone, I say."

The TARDIS hummed back, blinking aggravated.

"Oh, I do not say that Shirou is better, mind you." the machine gave a confused sound, and Saber elaborated, "The first time we met, during the Fifth War, he threw himself in front of me, intercepting an attack from Berserker – Heracles – almost killing himself."

Now it was her turn to sigh in frustration. The TARDIS hummed a understanding tone, her lights flickering sympathetically. After a few minutes of silence, Saber spoke up again, smiling.

"And yet for all of their negative traits, or their stubborn nature, we cannot not love them, huh?"

There was another affirmative humming, and the female knight rose from her place.

"As such, it is within my duty to keep them from doing something stupid. Or reckless. Or both."

The blue tube moved again, nodding.

"Then tell me, good friend, where is this wardrobe the Doctor spoke of? I have a Time Lord and a Magus to save."

The door to her left opened.

Fate/ Who

Saber looked around in wonder. When she'd asked how big the ship was, she never imagined it to be – even though the Doctor told them "Endless" – almost 'endless'.

The Doctor was standing beside her and an equally awestruck Shirou.

"So, you can find yourself a room, yes? Maybe look around a bit. I have to do some… wibbly wobbly timey-wimey… stuff." He scratched the back of his neck.

"Wibbly wobbly timey-wimey stuff? Doctor, that sounds very logical." Shirou looked flat at the Time Lord. He smiled at them.

"Well… If I'd said 'I have to recalibrate the Gamma-Zeta system to allow the TARDIS the freedom to use the time-essence stream without causing harm to the outermost Dimatrix security surface, which would cause the imminent destruction and rearranging of the time-space-dimensional axis on a molecular structure inside the TARDIS' I doubt you'd understand."

Both stared at him. The Doctor grinned, "Timey-wimey stuff it is. Well, anyway, good luck finding a room!"

And as the Time Lord left the hallway they were on, both companions still looked dazed. Composing herself, Saber took a step forward. "Shall we, Shirou?"

"Yeah." and with a nod, he took her outstretched hand, clasped his fingers around hers and smiled.

Walking around almost aimlessly in the hallways, they came upon a familiar room. "Look, Saber. The church." She nodded. The church-like room she found herself in, after she was healed by Avalon.

"I do wonder, though. Why would a space ship need a room that has the look of the inside of a catholic church?"

Shirou pondered the question. "Maybe some former companions were catholic?"

She shrugged. That was something to think about later. They had to find a room for themselves, first. Walking further inside the TARDIS, they soon found out why it was a Time Machine. They passed a Library next, which was apparently even bigger than the one Saber had in Camelot Castle, and definitely bigger than the one in the Clock Tower. They passed a room with nothing but shoes in it and a giant spiral staircase that led infinitely up and infinitely down.

After that, they passed a swimming pool with quite a few extras; there was a thermal bath next to it, a jacuzzie and a hot spring. Saber stared. "Why would he need a hot spring and a thermal bath?"

"Don't ask me; I'm not the crazy alien in a blue box."

"True."

They continued in silence, passing a beautiful garden and a room with a glowing tree in it. Some other rooms were also glanced into, but not one of them spurred their interest. After they passed the kitchen ( "Shirou, you have to definitely cook here. This kitchen poses you more utensils than the one you had, as such, you are able to make even better cuisine. Hunger is the enemy after all." ) they finally found the living quarters. Looking into the different rooms, some were already used, probably by either the Doctor or some more constant companions.

In the end, they decided on the outermost room, since it had a double bed. Shirou promised to himself that he'd never forget Saber's blushing face as she 'demanded' that they share a bed – quite a contrast to the first time, where she'd said almost exactly the same words to him (minus the embarrassed blushing, of course) in the Grail War.

He chuckled good-naturedly, and they entered the room. It had a cozy, home-y feeling to it, with a big wardrobe to the right and a dresser to the left. There was another room, which Shirou guessed was the bathroom, and a window.

"Why has it a window?" Saber didn't listen, though, as she went over to it and opened the curtain.

"This is…" she looked surprised at the scenery, which was depicting Camelot and the surrounding area. Shirou also stepped beside her, in awe at the obvious not-window.

"Telepathic looking glass. It reflects the view one is thinking about onto the 3-Dimensional glass. Time Lord technology." The Doctor was leaning against the door frame, smiling. "Do you like it?"

Both Shirou and Saber turned around, the latter choosing to answer.

"Very much, yes. But – " and here she stared at the Doctor " – why would somebody need a room full of plastic balls and rubber ducks?"

"Ball pit, Saber. It's called ball pit." Shirou interjected. She shot him a glare, but returned her attention to the Doctor, who looked surprised at her.

"Where was that room?"

"Between the Stargazing room and the one with the birdcage."

"Really? Thank you, Saber. I was missing this room!" the Doctor was elated; he practically jumped from his place, dashing through the hallway. Shirou didn't really want to know the answer, but he asked anyways, shouting: "Since when?!"

The answer came a few seconds later: "Two-hundred-and-fifty-seven years!"

Short Drabbles that were the original 'Draft' of this Story. The one in the Middle in particular was inspired by the short with Clara and the TARDIS. I'm really thankful to all of those who reviewed, favorited and follow this story. JThe Drabbles are in no particular order, though the first one is obviously first.

I had these written before the actual first chapter/ prologue, so they are actually shorth-ish. I wanted to upload these with the first chapter, too, but my Internet broke on me. This is by no means my actual writing speed – so don't expect me to dash out a chapter every day. The first one alone took me about a month to write, so don't expect wonders from me.

Also – is it just me, or is it incredibly hard to write something original for the DW fandom? I mean, they got almost all of the plot-points covered in the series' which I would've liked to use. I'll have to think of something. I'm sorry for any grammatical errors, ME ISH GERMAN XD

Ahem, lastly: I own neither Fate/ Stay Night nor do I own Doctor Who. I merely own the right to the plot. And now… Review Time!

fanfic reader: He could technically ask the Doctor, but the Gate of Babylon reminds him too much of its owner. Also, it's Shirou we're talking about. I doubt it'll ever cross his mind. And to your second question: he studied bounded fields (more like Rin forced him to) and basic Runes. But his usage is still limited.