A/N; Heyyy, short chapter. I finally did it! Please enjoy :)
I just wanted to say really quickly that if anyone appreciates this story or my other one, please if you have time, it would be absolutely fab-o if you would review. I need suggestions, like is my style good? Is it bad? Are my sentences too long? Are my characters good, like do I represent the Tenth Doctor accurately? Do I go into too much detail? (Like Tolkien at times. I mean, love the man, but jeez. No one else on (middle-)Earth could go into so much detail describing a field of grass. Sheesh). Haha
Okay, without further ado, Chapter 6.
Once the Doctor had pressed the release lever, the TARDIS had disembarked rather violently, and it didn't get any better after that first initial moment.
Everyone was on the floor or near it, clinging on for dear life to whatever they could find. John was laughing giddily, much as he was the time before. Little had changed, except for the other boys were starting to whoop and holler as well, more confident that they would live through the experience this time.
The riding was incredibly rough, and then turned violent to the point that Donna was screaming, splitting every ear in the place. Though she had good reason. The entire console room was upside down.
Most of them had resorted to sticking their fingers through the grating on the floor and trying to cling to that, or hanging fast to rails as they hung upside down. But Ringo was rather unlucky. The piece of grating that he had come to hang onto was the opening to a storage compartment under the flooring, and it pulled open. He clung with one arm, wailing as he looked into the vaulted ceiling of the TARDIS that now looking like a deep void that was ready for him to fall into. He was being pelted with various odds and ends including the paint cans that the boys had just been using on the exterior. One thing that particularly impressed him was a very old bottle of Coca-Cola that came flying like a torpedo out before bursting with a flourish of brown liquid and broken glass on the ceiling.
"RINGO!", shouted John, trying to reach his arm down (or up) to try to offer a hand.
"AHHHH!,", Ringo simply replied.
"I SHOULD HAVE LET THE BREAK FLUID COOL! THE EQUILIBRIUM PARTICLES RISE TO THE TOP WHEN IT'S HOT, AND IT TURNS THE CABIN UPSIDE DOWN!", shouted the Doctor, cursing to himself.
"YOU THINK?!", Donna screamed in reply. "I HONESTLY HADN'T NOTICED!".
Then, there came a great, terrible, piercing grinding noise, and they all would have liked to cover their ears if their hands had been available. Then, there was a pause, and then the 'vworp'ing could be heard. Then -
*BOOM*.
*EEEEEEEK!*
*BOOM!*
The TARDIS flipped back right-side up all at once.
"OUCH!", cried Ringo. He had just fallen back flat on his face on top of the panel opening that was now slammed firmly shut.
Then, there was a rain of objects, heavy and light, big and small from the ceiling. It's too bad they didn't just go right back into their little compartment rather than litter the entire room.
"OW!", shouted Donna when a rather lengthy book pelted her head.
There were assorted moans of pain among the group as they struggled to their feet. Paul helped Ringo up slowly. The poor drummer was rather dizzy.
Donna got on her feet after the Doctor.
"What. The HE-", she started, directed towards the Doctor.
"Oh, keep your trousers on, Donald! She's a jolly old machine,", interjected John.
"Oh, fine,", resigned Donna, sighing in a way that sounded rather more like a snarl.
"I suppose it was rather fun,", added Donna, realizing she was being rather a grouch.
"That's the spirit, Donnie!", replied John.
"Oi! Liverpuddle!", she said, stepping up into his face. "My name's Donna. Donn-uh. Got it, guitar man?".
"Oh, sir yes sir, of course, sir, Donnie, sir.".
"Donna!", she shouted in his face, rather like a drill-sergeant.
"Yes, sir, of course, sir.".
"Stop callin' me 'sir'!".
"Yes sir.".
"DOCTOR!", she screamed, exasperated, turning to the Doctor. The boys behind her were nearly doubling over in laughter.
"Do something about him!", she screeched.
"What do you want me to do?", giggled the Doctor, not able to contain his amusement.
Steam rolled out of Donna's ears.
"Well, if you won't...", she said, picking up a rolled newspaper off the floor that had fallen from the storage compartment.
She proceeded to chase John around the room, slapping him a few times with the newspaper before starting to throw random objects at him, missing him every time. Everyone was laughing now (including Donna) as John nimbly dodged every object thrown at him. The other boys were starting to join in the game, picking up books and anything they could find to throw at the rhythm guitarist until the Doctor realized what a dreadful mess they were making of his time machine.
"'Ey, 'ey, 'ey, cease fire, fellows!", he finally intervened, stepping between the firing squad and John. "Look at the mess!", he exclaimed, starting to pick up the array of objects off the floor.
"Oh, no,", said George. "We're in trouble now.".
"Donna started it!", said Ringo and pointed over at the redhead, dropping the motorbike helmet he was just preparing to throw. Paul did the same, though he dropped a roll of duct tape.
"Whad'you gonna do, schoolmaster? Give us a spankin'?", said John to the Doctor, still not ready to stop acting the goat.
"Don't push your luck, son,", said the Doctor, pulling a pretty convincing thick Liverpudlian accent.
"Not bad,", said Paul.
"Thank you,", said the Doctor as he continued to tidy.
George was the first to lend a hand. The first thing lying on the floor that his hand met was a square piece of cardboard.
"What's this?", he said, looking at it. It was an album cover with seams splitting. On the front it read "OUT OF OUR HEADS - THE ROLLING STONES".
"Hey, 'ey, 'ey!", he said, jeering the Doctor, showing him the album cover and giving him a fake look of betrayal.
"Now that was a gift!", the Doctor defended, a smile pulling at one side of his mouth.
"From who?", said John, interrogating as he picked up the album cover.
"Oh, I don't really remember...".
"Have you been going on adventures with Mick behind our backs or something?", Ringo demanded.
"No, no! I swear, I'm innocent!,", said the Doctor honestly defending himself. The boys laughed and moved on.
The others dutifully started to clean up the mess they had created. Except for Paul.
He had walked to the doors after seeing that six was a rather excessive number to be cleaning such a small mess, so he decided to take a peek outside. And he got an eyefull.
A/N; Thanks sooo much for reading and again it would mean the world to me if I could get some feedback on this story or on my finished one! I published here in the first place so maybe other people could share their opinions of my writing, so please do! It would make my day!
"So go ahead, punk. Make my day."
Sorry. Had to.