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Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. I probably never will. If I ever do I'll fire Moffat. No more sunk ships!
Warning: I'm completely tired of sticking to canon scripts, so if you don't like that just leave now. I will be (mostly) sticking to canon story lines though.
"C'mon Sexy, help a girl out," I muttered to the TARDIS as I walked along, looking for my room. Suddenly I walked right into a door. She literally put the door to my room in front of me so I'd walk into it, the sly girl. "Wow, thanks," I grumbled as I opened the door. I immediately regretted sassing the ship. My room was gorgeous.
Three of the walls were the same blue as her exterior, but one seemed to be painted with chalkboard paint. Against one of the blue walls was a giant gold canopy bed. On another were bookshelves that went from floor to ceiling, and a computer desk with a laptop. On the black wall was a window seat, and scattered around the room were Grecian pillars covered in flowers. It was beautiful.
I flopped down on my bed, breathing in the smell of green apples and lavender. I had just barely fallen asleep when I heard the Doctor yell. 'Hey Raven, we're here!' he called into my brain. I was half sleeping and he could see my thoughts so I'm pretty sure the reply he got was 'F*** off, I'm trying to rest you Dalek scum!' I got up anyways, absentmindedly running my fingers through my hair. I sauntered into the console room just in time to hear Sexy's metallic sneeze.
"You do realize she wouldn't make that sound if you took the breaks off, right?" I asked, yawning and scratching my head. "Yes, but I like that sound," the Doctor answered. Hands on my hips, I smiled. "Where are we?" I asked, stifling a yawn. "Not telling, you'll have to figure that out yourself," the Doctor said. Obviously I knew where we were. I had to make myself keep a straight face at the thought of the Doctor being foxy.
"The Doctor being what now?" he asked. I walked over to him and smacked him in the arm. "You heard me. And haven't we had this conversation before? This," I stopped and pointed at my temple, "is my head. That," I stopped and pointed at his noggin, "is your head. We have our own for a reason!" I finished, being a bit huffy. Suddenly I heard laughter.
Rose was standing in the corner giggling like some girls I know. "What's so funny?" the Doctor and I asked in unison. This just made her laugh harder. "You two bicker like an old married couple! He's hundreds of years older than you, yet you talk to him like he's a child," she finally explained.
"You should meet 11. He really is a child," I mumbled. Both of them gave me an odd look. "What? I speak the truth!" I yelled at them. The Doctor rolled his eyes and walked over to the door. He smiled and said, "C'mon Raven, Rose, Allons-y!"