A/N: If it wasn't obvious I like catching people out doing embarrassing things. I think everyone's been caught doing this. I know I have lol! And the song featured in this story was just made to be used in Doctor Who! xD This was just quick and stupid, so the writing isn't exactly brilliant but you get the hint :p


Dancing Queen

The Doctor was slightly worried. It had been twenty minutes since he had sent Ashley into the depths of the Tardis to go and fetch a spanner from the storage cupboard. Usually he had no need for tools, but the sonic screwdriver had a problem with gripping things; i.e, it couldn't. He sat on the floor cross-legged, tapping his sonic screwdriver on his knee and casting brief impatient looks towards the door she had disappeared through.

'Attention span of a squirrel…' he muttered with a slight frown, not for the first time since meeting her. With an exasperated sigh he got to his feet, pushing the screwdriver in his pocket, and decided if you wanted something doing in this universe then it was probably best if you did it yourself. Asking a distractible, excitable and slightly bone-idle human to do it was just asking for disappointment.

As the Doctor walked down the winding interior corridors of the Tardis, he wondered if she had just gotten lost. It was possible, seeing as he himself had managed to get lost on plenty of occasions. He thought he should really put arrows up on the walls that point to the exit or something. Or maybe just a map in every new corridor, with one of those 'You are here' stickers on it. Although it might take a few months to map out everything…

No, if she had gotten lost he probably would have heard her gob by now. She had a pair of lungs on her he'd give her that. That was only thing he had discovered on his frequent trips to Earth over the years – they just seemed to get louder and louder. And ruder. Though he couldn't really call anyone rude.

He heard a voice floating up the corridor towards him and he strained to listen. It was Ashley all right. Who was she talking to? On the phone maybe? Probably on the phone arguing with that housemate of hers again. Or she could even be talking to herself. She did that a lot.

Picking up the pace and preparing himself for an all out rant about her being responsible and helping out every now and then, the Doctor stormed down the corridor towards the sound of her voice. But the closer he drew, the more it sounded like singing. He frowned vaguely and slowed.

'…shooting star leaping through the skies, like a tiger defying the laws of gravity…'

A smirk crept up on the Doctor's face as her voice became clearer. He paused when he reached the door where her voice was coming from and listened.

'I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva… I'm gonna go, go, go there's no stopping meeeee…'

The Doctor pushed the door open gently and peered inside the room. His smirk turned into a grin, and then he laughed.

Ashleigh was in the middle of the room – apparently the room she had chosen as her own. Her stuff was only half unpacked and there was junk strewn everywhere. Clothes were piled up in front of her wardrobe and shoes lay all over the floor. The bed was a mess, which was understandable taking that Ashley was standing on it with her back to him, arms swinging around wildly, head moving from side to side making her vibrant hair fly all over. Her hips shot from left to right in time with her head. Over her ears was a pair of big black earphones and in her hand was a little pink iPod. A quiet 'tss tss' was all the Doctor could hear of the music that Ashley was dancing so wildly too.

She hadn't seen him. The Doctor pushed the door open and leaned against the frame with his arms crossed, grin wide on his face.

'Burning through the sky yeah…' Ashley sang, hips and arms everywhere. 'Two hundred degrees that's why they call me Mister Fahrenheeeeeit!' She turned around, pointing fingers in the air, eyes closed. 'I'm travellin' at the speed of liiiiight! I wanna make a supersonic man out of-'

Her eyes opened. Instead of singing the last word she let out a squeal instead. She lost balance and tumbled backwards, right off the bed. She fell out of sight, but the thump that sounded proved that she hit the floor. The Doctor laughed. In fact, he doubled over laughing. His stomach began to hurt and his eyes were watering.

'Don't you knock?' Ashley shrieked, emerging from the other side of the bed very red faced. She tossed her headphones across the room in embarrassment. 'You don't just storm in people's rooms like that?'

The Doctor continued to laugh. 'I… I didn't…' He couldn't speak.

Ashley scowled and picked up something from the bedside table. She stormed towards the Doctor and shoved the spanner in his hand. 'I couldn't find the spanner in the cupboard so I came to get mine.'

The Doctor took it weakly, still giggling and wiping tears from his eyes. 'And you got a bit… distracted… I take it?'

Ashley frowned deeply and shoved him out the door. 'Knock in future you freak!' she yelled, and slammed the door.

The Doctor stood on the other side, still laughing. Once he had finally regained control of himself he headed back to the control room. Twice on the way back he had to stop and laugh again.