A/N: I have forgotten to mention when this story takes place in relation to the series. Sorry...*hides behind the TARDIS*. Anyway, basically this, for the Doctor, is after Planet of the Dead but before the Waters of Mars. Oh and remember this chapter is really random at the beginning, but I thought it was fun so I hope you all do, too.


Chapter 7: An Experiment

"Doctor, can Time Lords get drunk?" I asked innocently.

He raised an eyebrow at the comment. "Not in the way humans can."

I smirked. "How about we test that?" I looked at the barman. "Two banana daiquiris, please."

He chuckled. "You're not?"

"I am." I confirmed.

Six banana daiquiris later – only one of which was mine – I found myself struggling hard not to laugh at the Doctor who had not closed his mouth for the last ten minutes. I didn't even realise what he was going on about.

"And you see that's a Krillanian. They're from the planet Ouscarbos. Great place, Ouscarbos. Lots of water. Lots of plants. Famous for this thing called karach. Don't know quite what it is but it does give you one hell of an energy spike. I remember…"

He went on for several more minutes. I noted his slightly glazed eyes and the grin that never left his face and realised that I had succeeded; he was now a more-than-slightly-tipsy Time Lord. I couldn't help but smile at the thought.

As I did, he seemed to come out of it just a bit and he looked at me sharply. It only lasted a second before his face slackened back into the content glee, but his words remained more serious.

"Well, I did warn you."

"About what?" I asked. Having only had one more drink since arriving at the ball, I was relatively sober compared to him.

"Though it takes quite a lot more for Time Lords to get drunk than it does humans," he clarified, raising a finger as though telling a young child, "Once we get to that stage it affects us about twice as much."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see in about ten minutes. But trust me, you'll regret doing this to me." Though he tried to sound angry, he ended on a giggle which sent me into fits of laughter that I couldn't hold in any longer.

"I'm sorry, Doctor, I really am!" I chuckled. "But you were fully aware of what I was doing and you let me!"

He grinned. "I know."

Suddenly he stood up…and stumbled. I jumped to my feet to steady him, still laughing.

"How about one more dance?" he asked, indicating the crowd of creatures.

I shook my head. "Not your best idea. If we go out there you'll start knocking people over. I think we should get you back to the TARDIS."

"Ok." He agreed willingly, chuckling to himself about something. I kept a close eye on him as he sauntered ahead towards the doors. When he reached them he looked back at me to make sure I was only a few feet behind. "Did I tell you how pretty you looked tonight?"

I smiled, feeling hot once again. "Yeah, but thanks again. Did I tell you how handsome you looked?"

"In so many words." He replied lightly. He allowed me to catch up and we continued the short walk to the TARDIS. A few metres away, he started leaning more heavily on me. "Ok, it's starting to hit in a bad way now." He said with a high-pitched chuckle.

"Are you alright?" I asked. I had to check, I hope I hadn't gone too far in my prank.

He nodded as we stepped over the threshold – I had to remind him of the step. We headed to his room. As we walked in he stopped, making a face.

"Ah, it's been ages since I've felt this." He muttered.

"What?"

"My head!" he groaned. "It feels like the world's spinning. We aren't in flight yet, are we?"

"No." I looked at him, concerned. He seemed quite pale. "Doctor, you didn't let me go too far, did you?"

After another moan of discomfort, holding a hand to his head, he replied. "No, but close." Then he focused on me for a second. "You're going to have hell from me in the morning."

Without any warning, he collapsed. I was impressed that I wasn't knocked down, managing to keep him from crushing me while I lifted him onto the bed. I still found the whole situation funny, but knew that his threat was serious. Tomorrow morning would either be interesting, or my worst nightmare.

Option two.

"TALIA DINCER!" The Doctor's voice echoed through the TARDIS, sounding rather like a pissed Barty Crouch Jr. Oh. Crap.

I woke abruptly, memories of the previous night flowing through my mind. I quickly grabbed the clock at the side of my bed. 10:00am. I swore in my mind, both at the lateness of my sleeping in and the rage the Doctor was in.

"I'VE GOT A HEADACHE THE SIZE OF MOUNT OLYMPUS ON MARS, I'VE BEEN ILL ALL MORNING AND IF YOU DON'T GET IN HERE AND APOLOGISE RIGHT NOW I WILL LAND US IN THE ICY PLAINS OF KALISTOS AND LOCK YOU OUT!"

The ultimatum would be carried out if I didn't get out there, so I scrambled out of bed and dashed in the direction of the voice. He was in the kitchen.

He sat at the table, nursing a cup of tea. I took a moment to take in his appearance. In one word: Cute. In two: Very bad. His hair was ruffled beyond compare, dark shadows showed under his eyes and he was still in his tuxedo, bowtie undone.

But then my thoughts of how adorable he looked were stopped short as he fixed me with all the force of the Oncoming Storm in a glare.

I gulped. "I truly am so sorry. If you'd told me, or I knew that it would be this bad, I wouldn't have done that." I slowly walked over, taking the seat opposite him and pouring myself a cup of tea. He didn't look away.

Finally he shrugged. "I know part of it is my fault, I should have stopped you. But you seemed like you were having so much fun that I just let you go. Now I'm seriously regretting that."

"How are you feeling now?" I asked, relaxing.

He let out a soft laugh. "Slightly better since you've apologised." He confessed. "But I still think I'm going to skip breakfast today."

There was silence for a few minutes while we finished our tea. Then he clapped his hands together and stood up. "Right, where do you want to go?"

I stared at him, surprised. "I thought you might want to stay in the TARDIS today."

He shook his head. "Nah, I think some fresh air will do us both good."

He walked out towards the console room. I followed. He was already punching in coordinates.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

He grinned at me. "Wait and see."

Suddenly the TARDIS jolted violently, throwing me into one of the railings. Several buttons exploded and sparked. "What happened?" I yelled.

"Um…I'm not too sure." He replied, pulling himself towards the console and pulling several levers as the room continued to throw me around. I gripped onto a railing to steady myself.

Then the TARDIS just…turned off. Once my eyes adjusted to the dark and my head stopped spinning from all the tossing and turning, I also realised that we'd landed. This felt eerily familiar somehow, and I tried to think of which episode something similar had happened.

"Now Talia, don't panic." The Doctor said. "But…well…I think we've landed in a parallel world."

"Again!" I cried. "For something you are so adamant is impossible, it sure seems to be happening a lot! Pete's world, twice, my world…"

He gave me a look that could almost be apologetic. I drifted towards the doors, curious as to what it was like out there. He dashed in front of me.

"I think, under the circumstances, I should go first." He noted, before opening the doors.

We were greeted with a jungle. If this was a parallel Earth, I would guess this was somewhere in Africa. A small shiver ran down my spine as I remembered what else was in Africa; the Sahara desert.

The Doctor led the way into the forest. He turned back to me when I didn't follow, nervous. "It's alright, just remember the rule: don't get tempted. We must stay together. We'll be fine, we just need to waste time for a day. By the way, we're not on Earth, but this planet has been colonised by humans."

I tentatively followed him, hoping that we wouldn't run into any wild Cybermen. However, after half an hour of climbing over fallen logs, traipsing through bogs and avoiding moss-covered vines, my concerns were more towards what might have bitten me.

"Why did we have to go through the jungle." I gasped, pulling my foot out of a patch of sticky mud. It was a good thing I had the sensibility to put on hiking boots that morning.

The Doctor, who's coat and suit was similarly spoiled, shrugged. "The adventure of it? I don't know, I didn't think it'd be this bad!"

I could only roll my eyes and continue the trek.

A short while later, shouting met our ears.

"Ah!" the Doctor exclaimed. "That's more like it! Civilization!"

I let out a laugh. Civilisation, bah! Probably some tribal people who would attempt to boil us in a large cauldron.


A/N: Yeah, probably, but then, Doctor Who never goes for the 'probably'. Or does it? You decide until I update. Lol, can you all just picture poor Talia (she's got dark blond hair BTW) locked outside the TARDIS on a place colder than Antarctica?