A/N:- All details of the lateness of mah head's work, can be found on my profile!
OOH! OOH! OOH! Early apologies and nachos for any wrong info about the Formula 1!
Disclaimer: Mwahahahaha! I bet you didn't see that coming. The characters are MAAAIINE to torture *coughs*! If I owned it… which I don't. *sadly trots off to play harmonica, and catch up on some Dementor gossip*
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As much as Rose and Donna hated to admit it, the TARDIS had actually landed them calmly and gently, without the rough and tumble. All the more reason, to not let them both blame his bad driving that they were injured, force him to cancel the trip, and then trundle back off to bed. Actually, it pretty much annoyed them, and gave them all the more reason to suspect he was driving properly on purpose. Yeah, that, or the TARDIS was deciding to be extra nice… Hmm.
"Ha!" the Doctor exclaimed jovially, and jogged around the console with a spring in his step, gabbling ostentatiously about how smooth the landing was. With a finger poised in the air, he looked at Donna and Rose seriously, said, "Never doubt a Time Lord!" and traipsed off down the ramp.
"…I mean," he continued, "it could've been a really rough landing, that would've given you an excuse to call off the journey!" Donna and Rose eyed him suspiciously. "But, of course, I'd never land the TARDIS smoothly on purpose!" Even more vicious and suspicious glares his way. "No, no, no, what I really mean is…" He quickly prattled on in complete gibberish, so they wouldn't hear, and then looked at them both with a manically happy expression. "Am I clever, or am I clever?"
"Yes Doctor, you're extremely clever. Now, can we go back to sleep?" Rose said bluntly, reluctantly slipping into a deep blue denim jacket over her coffee-coloured t-shirt, with the obvious, blue Cookie Monster motif.
"Brighten up! There's a whole new world out there, waiting to greet you, and you're grumbling on about sleep?!"
"Yes, we are. It could be blinkin' 2am in the morning, for all we know!" Donna protested, shrugging on her grey suit jacket and buttoning it up. For all she knew, it could be a snowstorm out there. Like the last time…
"Actually, 'cos this is a TARDIS, it's technically impossible for there to be…"
After these words, the Doctor's technobabble and theories became distant and muffled, as Donna tuned out to drift off into her own world of daydreams, while Rose was far too busy, happily plucking her long-lost studs out of her pockets and fixing them into her ears.
The Doctor fished his long coat off the railings, pulled it on, and bounded toward the TARDIS door. He spun around and grinned broadly at his two companions, who were both still groggy and pessimistic from sleep; sleep that he had quite intrusively pulled them out of, to set off on another adventure.
What? It wasn't his fault humans needed a full eight hours sleep, per day, to sustain and refill their energy banks! Whereas he only needed to catch an hour or two every week, but even then, he didn't like it very much! Besides… it was time they woke up anyway. An adult only needed six hours, and both Rose and Donna had had well over nine. Not to mention he was bored – very, very bored… But, that wasn't the point…
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Due to the Doctor's miscalculations and rubbish navigation, instead of landing on the planet Solonisia, where: "…the sun always shines, the beach stretches for miles on end, and there's never bad weather. Well, unless you're a rain-lover!" as the Doctor claimed, they had landed in Seoul, Korea, Earth, just in time for the 80th Formula One World Championship.
Suddenly whisked away by a stampede of very optimistic, loud fans, they'd found themselves separated from the TARDIS, and left to join in with the event. Thanks to Rose and Donna's bet, the Doctor still had not noticed the absence of his Psychic Paper and nearly had them arrested, when not able to produce ID. Rose had embarrassingly been forced to admit that she'd nicked it, bet on the Doctor's memory span with Donna, and accidentally - Rose swore she'd meant to take it with her – left it on the TARDIS.
Luckily, the security had been distracted by a small group of drunk spectators of the game and quickly rushed off to attend to the matter at hand, leaving the Doctor, Donna, and Rose unguarded. Disobeying the security's order to stay and wait there, with a warlike cry of "RUN!", they legged it.
Soon enough, they'd blended themselves back into the crowds and avoided any security and/or police. They happily watched the race between an older Lewis Hamilton, and a few others, and licked three-flavoured ice-cream - which was able to withstand any heat below 50 degrees Celsius, courtesy of this part of the 21st century. But then Rose spotted it.
"Since when did Formula One start hiring mascots?"
"Never. Why?" the Doctor replied casually, wiping up the dribble of ice-cream trickling down his chin.
"You tell 'im that," Rose pointed at the figure across the track from them, eyes wide.
It was small, blue-skinned, and squat – wearing a silver racer's/astronaut's suit, but its head was clearly visible, to the public. It grasped a large, white plaque in its small hands, and was gibbering furiously into, what could only be described as, a communicator on his wrist. His three violet eyes were narrowed and determined, as if he were plotting something.
The Doctor had immediately babbled on, about how that alien could mean trouble, as humans hadn't made proper contact with aliens yet and wouldn't for another couple decades. He gambled with the fact that this particular alien could just be innocent and helpless, but was soon shifted from this by Donna, who'd pointed out the narrowed eyes, determined look, the large, perhaps dangerous plaque, and his furious-looking, muttering. Rose agreed – definitely something up.
The alien had noticed the Doctor, Rose, and Donna pointing and talking about itself, so had plopped its tiny temporary racing helmet onto his head and ran. And ran. But unfortunately, its legs were rather short and squat, so the trio had weaved their way in and out of the crowd rather quickly, eventually cornering it in… a corner.
It had turned out that all the alien ever wanted was an autograph from his ultimate one and only idol, Lewis Hamilton, on his large plaque – to hang up on his wall.
"Every year I come, since Lewis Hamilton; every year a drunk man sees me; every year I don't get his autograph!" The alien started to break down in tears.
"Don't cry. It'll be alright," Rose comforted.
"I'm sure we'll be able to do something about it," Donna reassured the alien, before she looked hopefully up to the Doctor.
"Alright, then…" the Doctor heaved a sigh. "I'll see what I can do!"
With the security guards immensely distracted by Donna and Rose's chattering, the Doctor managed to squeeze through security after the races. He also managed to get an autograph from the man himself, by assuring that this was all for very confidential, and government-related reasons. He'd managed to fob himself through it, and pass too! The unnamed alien himself had even managed to shake Lewis Hamilton's hand, claiming he was a fellow, professional race-car driver!
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"You've got what you want. Now, it's time for you to go home," the Doctor said sternly, to the small purple-skinned, three eyed, and Mohican haired alien, in the silver astronaut suit. The Time Lord smiled a little, and jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "'Cos I'm not too sure that these early 21st century humans, are gonna appreciate you here. Give 'em another hundred years, and you can come here whenever you want! See Lewis Hamilton Junior do the track!"
"Thank you for your help, kind people," the alien squeaked. "Your colours of red, yellow, and brown forever!"
"Nah, no need. It wasn't a problem! But don't worry. We'll remember your colour of green too!" the Doctor replied, with a wide grin.
The dwarfish alien bowed courteously to Donna, Rose, and the Doctor, still hugging the long, chunky plaque tightly to his chest.
"No, but sincerely your colours will be remembered forever and they'll be etched in your souls forever more..."
The Doctor, Rose, and Donna looked at each other in confusion. But before any more questions could be asked or answered, the alien had already put on the helmet, and scurried off into the crowd - finding a safe place to teleport back home.
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"Need any help?" Rose asked the Doctor, picking up her magazine, as he dashed about pressing buttons and twiddling dials. It wouldn't help to check. Plus, she wanted to see if he'd ever remember about his Psychic Paper. He hadn't even asked her about it!
"Nah! I'm sure a fully capable Time Lord like me, can manage. Don't you worry, and get on with--" He nodded his head in her direction. "whatever you're doing."
"Suit yourself," Rose replied bluntly and muttered smugly to herself, "Jus' don't come runnin' to me, when you've crashed the TARDIS."
Five minutes later
"Rose?" the Time Lord called out, very much resembling a lost and helpless puppy.
Rose stood her ground. "You 'ad your chance!"
"Donna?"
"WHAT?!" came the redhead's reply, as she glared at the Time Lord over her magazine. "If you don't mind, I happen to be busy readin'!"
"You wouldn't mind helping an needy, ol' soul like me would you?" the Doctor put on his best innocent look.
Donna surrendered, and sighed resignedly, "Right. What d'you need?"
"Well! If you wouldn't mind holding down the transdimensional--"
And so on.
Five minutes later
"I think I'll be able to handle things from here…"
One minute later
"Donna? Could you just get the Vortex stabiliser?!" the Doctor instructed, hoping that his newest companion would make herself a useful one, and pick up the instrument that was 0.4 metres away from her left hand. The TARDIS rocked violently from side to side, but Donna just stared at him blankly. "I need it! To well… stabilise the vortex! Could you just--?"
Desperately clinging onto a lever with one hand, and tapping away on the keyboard with the other, the Doctor jerked his head about to fruitlessly gesture.
He looked so helpless, idiotic, and…unbearably cute, like that. Rose raised an eyebrow and suppressed an infectious grin, behind her Venusian magazine, lifting it up higher to cover her face. She smoothed her fingers down the glossy page and flicked the page over at the corner, to reveal a two-page story (thank goodness for the TARDIS's translation circuits!), with the title "MY BABY'S A CANNIBALISTIC MUTANT!".
Sat next to Rose, for the second time that journey, Donna smashed her magazine down onto the jump-seat and leapt up.
"Wha', this thing?" she said inquisitively, and traced the Doctor's wild head gesture.
She pointed uninterestingly to a peculiar, gold instrument, that looked peculiarly like an iPod Nano with a lot of cables, lights, and buttons attached to it. Knowing the Doctor's weird and wacky ways, Donna highly suspected that it was.
The Doctor yanked another heavy lever and shook his head swiftly.
"No. I mean, the other thing! The-- The bronze thing with the hypothermal mediator and the flashing lights!" he exclaimed, using his head to make yet another fruitless gesture.
With a frustrated grunt, Donna leaned forward, and looked around her side of the console; her eyes swimming with confusion. Yes, there was a wide array of wizard and hi-tech gadgets scattered about, but the problem…
"They're all bronze things with flashing lights!" Donna shouted back, flapping her arms up.
"Well, choose the bronze thing with flashing lights and the--" the Doctor began.
Rose peeked over the edge of the magazine, and turned her head to the Doctor. "Wotcha you need?" she asked him.
"The vortex stabiliser," he replied, with a defeated sigh, and turned to Donna for the third time – hands and legs still manning the console. "Its' the bronze thing with the--"
Rolling up the alien magazine, Rose biffed him over the head with it, as a gesture for him to shut up and let her do the rest. Letting her eyes wander over Donna's side of the console for a moment, thanks to her long duration of travelling with him, she spotted what the Doctor needed.
"It's the bronze one, righ' above your right hand," she explained, pointing to the item in question straightforwardly. "The instrument that looks like a mini tuba!"
"Thank you," Donna replied, patiently and gratefully. She then turned to the Doctor. "How come I can understand when Rose says it, but when you try to explain it, it sounds like there's a whole loada rubbish comin' out your mouth?"
"You need hearing-aid?" the Doctor tried.
But the Time Lord soon realised this a big mistake, as the following consequences involved a glare, a stride, and a smack…
Only then did the Doctor manage to shut Donna up, by bribing her with the offer to teach her how to drive the TARDIS.
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A/N:-I have to admit... I'm sure I could've paced and fanned this out a bit more, ya know, written it better and all, speshily with the Lewis Hamilton part. But you know how things are... =D Just TeLL me what you thinks!! REVIEWS = YUMMY SCURMBOES! BTW, I'll probably add something to this chap and edit it, sometime soon.
YAYZEE! I'm actually, very almost completely nearly DONE with the first proper chapter of my fic: The Apprentice Meets Doctor Who! It should be ready by tomorrow at the latest! Me promise… Sorry for the loooong wait, btw!
Loved it? Liked it? Hated it? Reviews/feedback are my CHEESE! And you know how much I love cheese… *grins*
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Which country/city?
a) Seoul, Korea
b)Paris (or somewhere near Mont Blanc), France
c)Singapore (as suggested)
d)Barcelona (as suggested)
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