This is a random thing that popped into my head while writing one of my other stories, "The Girl Left Behind." It might make a bit more sense if you're reading that too, but it also stands on it's own.
Cjabbott98- I'm confused as to what I'm being thanked for! For that chapter? For working on your request? Either way, I'll take it.
TheSwanWriter- haha I wrote it in the Dalek voice...if that makes ANY sense whatsoever... the weird thing is...fish fingers and custard actually tastes alright...weird, I know...and oooohhh brainy specs!
iulik- BREATHE BREATHE MAN! thanks xD And I'll see what I can do!
Connie- no worries! and haha yeah, how DARE you?! :P thanks so much :)
For anyone who was wondering, that last chapter was inspired by a video I made. The previous Doctor Who Christmas special had a contest where people could answer those questions in a video and possibly end up on a special thing :P so yeah.
The Doctor wanted to do something nice for River, seeing as it was their anniversary. He could knit, but he didn't think she would appreciate a new hat. He thought about taking her for a trip, but knew exactly where she would want to go, and there was absolutely no way their first anniversary would also be their last. He considered buying something, but didn't have any money.
Thus, the Doctor was currently in the kitchen, wearing a pink, frilly apron, up to his elbows in pie dough.
He had decided on a simple, Earth-style dinner; a few nice steaks, mashed potatoes, and green beans and, for dessert, pie. He wasn't sure what kind of pie River liked best, though, so he was making them all!
The steaks were marinating, the beans could wait until later, and the seventeenth pie (chocolate custard!) was in the oven. The Doctor decided to start on the potatoes. He started to peel them and everything was going well. Well, until he got to a particularly stubborn potato that wouldn't peel no matter how hard he tried. "Come on," he gritted his teeth, "work with me here!" When it still wouldn't peel, the Doctor brought out the big guns.
Pulling his sonic out of his pocket, the Doctor aimed it at the stress-inducing starch and smiled when the light on the end turned green.
The potatoes exploded.
Well…he hadn't meant for that to happen. Bits of blown-up potato covered each and every surface in the kitchen; the counter top, the oven, the fridge, and the Doctor himself. The Doctor wiped potato from his face and groaned for two reasons.
One, now he was going to have to clean all this up.
Two, the potato he had attempted to sonic was still in his hand. Unaffected by the sonic.
Shouting in anger, the Doctor marched to the doors of his TARDIS and threw the potato as hard as he could out into the Time Vortex.
"And stay out!"
Washing his hands of the potato, the Doctor returned to the kitchen, determined to clean up before River got back.
Meanwhile, in Cardiff…
"Jack, come take a look at this!" Something well…strange had just fallen through the Rift. She wasn't sure what.
Jack Harkness sauntered over and examined the object. "I can't make heads or tails of this," he sighed. Scratching his chin thoughtfully, he placed the object into his pocket. "We'll bring this back to Torchwood. Next time I see the Doctor, I'll ask him about it."
