Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or any of its characters. I just play with them.
NB: This is my first drabble so please don't hurt me :-).
Wishing You Were Here.
Tegan clattered about the TARDIS kitchen, rummaging through cupboards, slamming doors and cursing continually under her breath.
She had been in this agitated state for the past hour, ever since the Doctor had turned his back on her and stormed out during another of their blazing rows about his inability to get her home.
Closing the final cupboard door with a crash, she gave a cry of frustration and sank into the nearest chair. She glanced miserably at the unopened bottle of wine on the table and wished the Doctor was here now.
The corkscrew was in his coat pocket.