Heya peeps! Soz this took so long. We are very busy people. Anyways… Here's the chapter!
The Time Vortex; A never-ending power, starting before the beginning and finishing after the end. A swirling mass of what-ifs and could-be's, a whirlpool of what is, and what could be. And it did make a good view from the Tardis window when there was no one else to play scrabble with.
"A highly intelligent brain needs the correct stimulation," mused The Doctor. A cup of Earl Grey, some biscuits, and an episode of countdown. Not a better way to spend your afternoons when there aren't any alien invasions to stop. In general he detested how humans wasted their lives watching television, but he was partial to the odd episode of Countdown. And that Richard Attenborough…
But when Rose was on board, she would insist on watching those trashy soaps, 'Eastenders', or 'Holby City'. She would sit there happily day after day, worried if Martin and Sonia would get back together, if Sophie had been murdered…. At first the doctor could barely sit and watch the stupid small people with their made up lives-dying, getting divorced, having affairs. Ignorance is bliss. And these people were certainly very very happy…
But Rose used to love it. So he watched it. A bit pathetic really. But it was the only thing he had left…
The Doctor was pulled sharply away from his thoughts by the red florescent flashes coming from the Tardis control panel. He knew from experience (900 years of it) what that meant. It was a distress signal. But there was something strange about this one. From what he could tell from the panel, the signal had been calibrated to only the Tardis' frequency receiver. The info rolling across the screen was telling him that the signal was coming from 21st century earth. But not where, for all he knew he could end up in the North Pole. Nasty place, last time he was there, he had a run in with a polar bear…
But this signal was strange. The technology appeared to be at least 50 years ahead of it's time. If the doctor had a choice, he would stay well clear, steering the Tardis back through the cosmos of time. But he didn't have a choice. A side affect of being the captain of a Time Lord ship. When the Tardis heard a distress signal, it automatically went towards the cry for help. The signal was drawing him in. The doctor was going to the rescue. Again. Whether he liked it or not.
"A signal? What kind of signal?"
The reply was relayed into his head
"A distress signal? Where?
"CARDIFF!?! Why Cardiff? Why can't it be Madagascar, or Mexico? EVERY time I go to Cardiff, I always end up in trouble. Ghosts trying to take over the earth. Aliens trying to blow up the planet…And the WEATHER! DON'T get me started on the weather. Cold, wet, miserable. Absolutely NO IDEA why anyone would WANT to live there let alone LIKE IT!"
"CARDIFF! PIT OF THE EARTH!!!"In the midst of The Doctor's rambling, the TARDIS had landed. The Doctor had grabbed his coat. When he opened the door, he was still arguing at the TARDIS console.
When he finally turned round, he had a line of people, side by side, staring at him, with their mouths wide open.
"Oh bugger"
R & RSorry it's short. BUT the next chapter WILL be considerably longer. We promise!
Until the next time
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