A/N: Working through a small bit of writer's block. It's not bad, so it shouldn't last long. For some reason this word was giving me trouble. Anyway, more coming soon! Enjoy! : )

21: Crazy- ridiculous; not showing good sense or practicality

"It's crazy! It will never work!" River shouted over the noise of the console room. The Doctor had insisted on flying the TARDIS to their favorite restaurant for date night, and, of course, something had gone wrong. As to what, neither of them were certain. The only thing they did know was that they were crashing. Again.

"What do you mean it will never work? If I stop the neutrons from flowing into the TARDIS interior then they'll never meet with the electrons. Therefore, we won't crash!" the Doctor cried.

"And how does that make any sense? How do the neutrons meeting the electrons have anything to do with crashing?" River pointed out, knowing that in reality he had no idea what he was doing.

Her husband stuttered for a moment, sounding flustered. "Because… just because! Trust me, I'm the Doctor! It'll work!"

"Fine! But when we crash because your neutrons didn't make any difference, it won't be my fault!"

They both yelled out as their ship lurched violently to the side, sending them sprawling onto the seat next to the console dashboard. The Doctor bounced back up quickly, holding his head, which he had hit against a lever sticking out of the console. He reached out and pulled that same lever while pressing various other buttons in a special order and ducked, not fully knowing what the end result would be. There was one last giant crash and another vehement jolt and all went still. The Doctor stood up and looked around slowly, as though he still weren't sure of what had just happened. Then, when he realized they were safe, he laughed lightheartedly, smiling.

"I did it!" he exclaimed, suddenly becoming very sure of himself. "Who's the crazy one now?"

River stepped out from the other side of the console, her hair tangled. "Still you."

"Nope! I saved us!" His chin was up, teasing, almost arrogant.

She just smirked. "Did you now? You see, while you stopped the neutron flow, I figured out that the reason we were crashing in the first place was because you put us in autopilot. Autopilot," she repeated, adding emphasis.

"I… did?"

"Yes, you very well did. Wrong button. And when you put the TARDIS in autopilot and try to fly her, she automatically turns autopilot off. And to think you had no idea. So, I'll say it again, if I may. Who's the crazy one now? Still you."

The Doctor merely sighed, his judgment in knowing when to surrender to River (usually) better than his judgment in flying his ship.