The Doctor pressed a few random buttons on the console, blankly staring at the screens and blinking lights. His two hearts beat in perfect time, mimicking the sound of one. he knew he had done something ring when he had killed the by when he killed Mickey Smith. The way she was screaming at him- at the Doctor to come back was enough evidence to realize that, without all the mushy gushy stuff the two had exchanged during that time.
"How the bloody hell do you work this blasted thing?!" he shouted, pounding his fists on the console. Mickey's body was still lying there. The blood was now dried, leaving a possibly permanent stain on the polished floors. Behind him, there was a flash of light, and a stout man in a crisp black suit was in the TARDIS.
"Nice place you got here, eh?" he asked jokingly, crossing his arms. There was a red rose in the suit of his lapel, at full bloom. The possessed alien spun on his heel, grinning she he saw the man.
"Oh, Crowley, hello there!" he boomed, "you really like it then?" Crowley nodded, running a hand along the wall as he noticed Mickey dead on the floor.
"Yeah, I like what you've done with the place," Crowley said, kicking the body with the toe of his wingtip shoe, "really smells like death." The Doctor nodded.
"Anything else then?" he asked the demon, while your here?" Crowley nodded.
"So, this one, what is he?"
"A Time Lord, sir," the demon beamed, proud of this fact. Crowley nodded, turning his attention from the man on the floor to the one standing in front of him. Out of all the people he possessed, never was their a Time lord, whatever they were. Sure, there were humans and hunters and Angels- heck he sometimes had his demons possess other demons. But never something so alien to him, something so exotic as a Time Lord. Nodding, Crowley approached him, running a hand along the shoulder, the chest- through that magnificently glorious hair the man had.
"Maybe I should have possessed him, maybe would have gotten some pretty darn nice locks out of it, eh?" he asked with a laugh. Unsure of what to do, the possessed alien laughed along with him, a hearty boom that echoed through the empty space. Crowley narrowed his eyes at him.
"Oh, shut up!" he barked, and the alien shut his mouth immediately, nodding as he apologized, "Right away sir, so terribly sorry-" Crowley rolled his eyes- even if it was the first time he had a Time lord under his control, it was starting to get extremely annoying very quickly.
"Whatever," he muttered, shaking his head, eyeing he console that blinked like a tree covered with a million lights. A spring in the middle jumped up and down, chugging the spaceship along on its journey. "So, does this one have a name?"
"A name, sir?" the demon asked.
"Yes, you idiot, a name," Crowley said condescendingly. Nodding, the demon rubbed his chin, leaning with his back against the dashboard of the console, "well, the girl called him Doctor-"
"Doctor?" Crowley asked, raising an eyebrow in question. What kind of parent named their child Doctor anyway?
"Yeah, 'Doctor'," the demon said, trying his best to remember what had happened before he pushed her out. Rubbing his head, Crowley spat out a curse.
"Alright," he said, somewhat tired by the demon's sudden bout of memory loss, "Doctor Who?"