Thank you again so much for the reviews. I'm actually thinking of ending this story pretty soon, but I don't know how long it will take or how it'll even end. Probably at least 6 more chapters, or more. And when I finally do get to the end, I'm calling out all of those faithful reviewers that have reviewed nearly every single chapter. So, enjoy from here on out!

The Tardis Funky

"What are we going to do, Doctor?" Martha asked quietly.

The inside of the Tardis was eerily silent. No one bothered to speak up. To be honest, none of them had ever found themselves in a situation quite like the one they were in now.

It'd all began fine when the Doctor had locked in the coordinates for the Ood Sphere and it seemed like they were off. However, a few seconds after leaving, they'd heard a strange clang that sounded like it had hit the outside of the Tardis.

When the Tardis stopped in what they guessed to be their destination, Martha almost screamed when she stepped outside and nearly fell. They were suspended near a star in space. Not on a planet, most certainly not on the Ood Sphere. Just in space.

And in that exact time, the Tardis just happened to begin shutting down. While an emergency shield kept the occupants of the Tardis afloat with oxygen, the Doctor couldn't lock in anymore coordinates. He'd yelled at the thing, begged it, even promised not to use the dreaded hammer, but the Tardis registered nothing as it went into hibernation mode.

So with the Tardis shut off, the four of them sat in blue box in the middle of space, pondering on their situation.

"We almost made it. You can see the Horsehead Nebula from here," the Doctor pointed out optimistically.

"Your Tardis is going to turn back on, right?" Mickey questioned.

"Of course...just...might take a while. Don't know what caused it to go into hibernation mode. Didn't even know it had a hibernation mode. Maybe," the Doctor mumbled to himself, "it was interrupted."

With that thought, he ran over to the open doors and felt around the outside of the Tardis; searching for anything odd or out of place.

Just as he was about to swing to the other side, his fingers brushed over a metal object.

"Hello. What do we have here?"

Pulling at the object, he nearly flung himself off when the object finally came unhinged.

"What is it?" Mickey asked, staring at the ovular metal.

"I don't recognize it," the Doctor muttered, confused at the beeping that stopped as soon as he'd touched it.

"That's a funky," Jack observed, a small grin on his face.

"Funky?"

"It was a time agency joke. I don't know the proper name, but we used to call them funkies. Not very many of them were produced since the guy who created them, drove his space ship into a blackhole afterward. Took the idea with him. But if you're in possession of a funky, you can stop the greatest mechanical system with one contact from this," Jack explained, taking a hold of the funky, "Has enough electrical current running out of it to shut down the best space ships. In fact, these were banned for awhile at the academy. Too many people messed around with them."

"Is the Tardis going to be alright?" the Doctor responded.

"Yes. They don't destroy the system, just simply stop it from running with the incredible power it has inside of it. Completely harmless thing and I'm sure somewhere inside, Doctor, you could work on rearranging the process."

"How long will it keep the Tardis from working?"

"Oh...a month, maybe. This looks like one of the very first models. The guy who invented them, was from my planet. Had everyone of his funkies go through our academy. We loved gadgets, and went through probably four revamps before the final brand was produced. Be glad it wasn't one of those. Those kept a high powered, self energy efficient, completely fresh and new ship from running for...100 years?"

"Your saying," Martha predicted, "that we could be stuck in space for a month?"

"Could. Won't be though. At least not when I'm concerned," the Doctor assured, throwing his glasses on as he observed the funky.

"Why the name though?" Mickey asked Jack.

"He loved listening to disco for hours on end. We called it Proctor's Funky when he finally finished it. Kind of just stuck, I guess."

"We're all missing the bigger picture here," Martha reminded.

"You don't want to be stuck in the Tardis with me for a whole month?" Jack asked in mock hurt.

"Oh you wish, pretty boy. The picture is...what the hell are you doing with a funky on your Tardis, Doctor? I'm guessing you didn't put it on there on purpose. Probably even didn't notice it until we...heard that noise just before we took off."

"Someone threw it on the Tardis on purpose?" claimed Mickey.

"Guess so," the Doctor admitted, rearranging the wires.

"You don't sound nearly as concerned about this as I thought you would be."

Jack silently agreed with Martha's statement.

"Well, I'm not. Because, whoever threw this on to the Tardis, probably was trying to stop us from finding Donna. Which leads me to the second point. If this individual really wanted to, they could have tried to attack one of us or even destroy my ship. But nope! Instead, they decided on trapping us somewhere but made sure we weren't going to die. Which leads me to the final point," the Doctor proclaimed, "any guesses? Anyone? Come on. Give it a shot...unless you're Donna's mum."

"Okay, so this person would be keeping us from saving Donna. Is she in trouble then?" Mickey guessed.

"Nope."

"Is she going to be in trouble?" Martha backed up.

"Not remotely...well...depends on what you mean by trouble."

"They're not just keeping us from saving Donna. They're trying to keep Donna around the Master," Jack concluded.

"Exactamundo! Ugh, oi...hit me the next time I say that," the Doctor exclaimed distastefully.

"Why would this person be keeping us from them? Is the Master going to kill Donna?"

"For once Martha, I think I have to disagree with you. It might be the exact opposite. This person might be throwing Donna into the Master's path on purpose. Just like the Master put Donna into his as soon as he gave back her memories. Might even be the same person who was at dear old Shaun's house," the time agent inferred.

"Which means that this same person, isn't from our time. Which also means that the Master is manipulating the time line. Which also means that he manipulated it so that this same person could come back into this time and throw Donna into the Master's path. The future version of him couldn't stay in this time line because if he were to run into himself in the same regeneration, well let me just leave it at the outcome would be very bad for a Time Lord. Which also means...you do know that you can stop me at any time?"

"No, you're doing good, Doctor."

"Alright then. So this woman doesn't want to hurt us. Doesn't want to hurt Donna. But she's keeping them in each others paths because..."

"She thinks that they belong together?" Jack emphasized and then shivered afterward.

"Exactamundo!"

Five seconds later.

"Oi! I was just kidding about the hitting part," the Doctor muttered, nursing his skinny arm.

"Sorry," Martha mentioned.

"None of this sounds like something the Master would do. He's got to be up to some kind of trick, right?" Mickey suggested.

"Don't know," the Doctor admitted. "But I do know that this is going to take me at least ten hours to rearrange. So get comfy, raid the fridge, and stay out of my bedroom...because we will be here for awhile."

"Oh what to do on the Doctor's Tardis for ten hours?" Jack mumbled to himself as he watched Mickey and Martha retreat into a bedroom.

DNMDNMDNMDNM

Donna didn't know how long she'd been sleeping for, but the sound of an engine roaring to life, was what awoke her first.

Jumping out of her bed, she ran over to the nearest window and watched above as the platforms closed underneath the exploration space ships for the final time. The humans were leaving the Ood Sphere.

Good luck Jared, Steffie, Clark, Jason, Maddy, and Lee. I love you.

There was still sleep caught in the redhead's eyes but the rest of her body felt strangely at peace considering how uncomfortable she knew sleeping on a couch could be.

Wait a minute...couch? I just woke up on the bed.

"Hope you didn't mind that I carried you back to your bed," a voice mentioned behind her.

Spinning around, Donna nearly slipped as she saw the close proximity in which the Time Lord had gathered himself. He was in between her and the bed without his shirt and only the black dress pants he'd worn the night before. Although unreadable, Harry's face still reflected something feral in his posture.

"You carried me back to my bed? Sure it wasn't one of the Ood, and you're just trying to take the credit?"

"No, it was me. There was a strange amount of...oh what you humans call, guilt? Yes, guilt at how quickly I dismissed you after you'd just saved my life. Thought I could repay you in some way," Harry answered, taking a few short steps toward her.

"Are you sure you're still not sick?"

"Very funny."

"Well you can't blame me. Carrying a human to a bed so she'll have somewhere comfy to sleep just because an evil Time Lord felt guilty for treating her like rubbish, isn't exactly the type of behavior I expect from you."

"Perhaps you don't know me as well as you think you do."

"No, I think I do," Donna remarked, noticing his attempt at cornering her.

"Really? Hmm...there is something I can guarantee my life on, you don't know about me."

Crossing her arms and steadying herself, Donna testily asked, "What's that then?"

"That my favorite," Harry stated quietly, moving closer and closer to Donna until he was only a foot away from her, "and I mean absolute favorite, scent in the world is...Havic Rasperry."

"So?" Donna commanded, feeling one of Harry's hands skip up her arm and lightly caress a lock of her hair.

"So, Donna," the blond laughed, closing the gap in between them so he could bury his face into the redhead's neck, sniffing the lock, "you're wearing it."

Donna stood petrified to the ground as an inaudible gulp elevated down her throat. This sudden invasion of personal space as well as the way Harry's voice lowered after his proclamation, sent a sudden bout of hormones crashing throughout her body.

Needless to say, Donna wasn't quite sure where to move on from there. It wasn't like she was attacked by a horny Time Lord every morning, much less one who was licking her-WAIT. What? Licking?

Closing her eyes as his tongue moved over her neck in a near feline fashion, Donna yelled at herself to snap out of it.

"Oh no, not this time," Harry promised throatily, grabbing her hands which were ready to push him away. "This time, there's going to be no freak to save you. No Doctor to interrupt. No humans for you to flirt with. Just me."

"You could at least try to make that sound like it's a good thing," Donna muttered sarcastically into his ear.

She knew it was strange when he didn't reply with something mocking or arrogant, and knew it was stranger still when he lifted his head to make eye contact with her.

What Donna saw in Harry's brown eyes, seemed to ignite all of her insides with something so foreign and so alien that she nearly passed out from seeing it. Oh sure there was lust and want and a ravaged need. But apart from all of that, still even deeper, behind his blackened irises and specs of brown dust, there was something that struggled so ferociously to make itself known. To let her know that his actions weren't just being followed from a promised revenge. That his actions were rooted not from hate, but from the exact opposite.

And as soon as Donna witnessed just the tiniest hint of it, so tiny that she knew Harry probably didn't even know he was emitting it, well...it was sufficient to say that when his lips captured hers in a starved madness, there wasn't much she did to prevent it.

I hate leaving things with just kisses and touches, but I'm not very confident in writing believable sex scenes. Even though I have already, and want to continue this. So I guess I'm going to ask those who've helped me so much through reviews. Should I continue this scene in the next chapter, or should I just leave it and continue with post sex. Let me know what you're thinking in a review :).