Part 4 - The Importance of Being Human
(by Booster)

The console was almost alive, lights flashing, readouts changing every second and the rotor in the middle raising and falling as the TARDIS flung herself and her occupants through the time/space continuum. Dawn stared, entranced, every facet of her now-human again senses drinking in the sights, sounds and just the sheer feelings of it.

A rough, almost burnt small slot, lost in among the various junk-like additions to the console caught her eye and seemed draw her attention. She found her hand stretching towards it. And suddenly the Doctor was in between her and the console. Dawn blinked and shook her head. "I'm sorry?"

The Doctor rolled his eyes expressively. "I said, where are we going?"

Concentrating, Dawn returned her focus back to him. It was just getting used to these purely human senses again, wasn't it? She beamed suddenly, "No idea at all. I thought you had her set to go, so I just gave her a little push."

The Doctor scratched his chin reflectfully. "Ah. So, we're shooting through space and time at random, with no idea of where or when we're going to end up."

"Yup. That's about right."

The Doctor's lip twitched as if he was about to laugh. "Just like old times," he said starting to smile slowly. "Brilliant! Maybe I'll finally get to Barcelona now."

For the first time since this anthromorphic embodiment had steeped out of her universe and into his, the Doctor switched his attention from Dawn herself, to her choice of outfit. His eyebrows rose. "Any particular reason for the Dingos Ate My Baby t-shirt and blue jeans?"

Dawn's brow furrowed. "It... it just... felt right. Like everything else I could wear just wasn't me."

The Doctor nodded. "I get that every now and then," he said mildly, and made a mental note to mention the TARDIS wardrobe room soon. If she was like any of the other female companions he'd travelled with, that should give him a full 24 hours grace before the demands to go shopping started.

The noise of the TARDIS console abruptly stopped and the console room lurched to one side, throwing the two of them off to the side. Grabbing one of the padded rails, Dawn realised just why they were there and shot the Doctor a dirty look. He responded with one that more or less blaming her for starting the whole trip in the first place.

Regaining his feet, the Doctor tugged at his lapels, setting his whole coat straight. "Shall we?" he said, and operated the door switch on the console.

Dawn bowed, and gestured for him to lead the way. "After you, my good sir," she grinned, and the two of them stepped outside.

"Blimey!" exclaimed the Doctor, eyebrows shooting straight up. "I certainly wasn't expecting that!"