A/N: Okay, so a few lovely reviews have perked me back up, and since my muses are in the mood of bombarding me, we'll see what we get.
This one is based off of one of my favorite moments in "Runaway Bride"—the freeway chase, specifically, the Doctor scolding the TARDIS.
Enjoy!
It seemed wrong to her, on many different levels. Not only was she not used to flying in an atmosphere, but the entire situation was wrong. Why should she be working so hard to save this creature who had violated her being? The TARDIS usually had control over who and what passed through her doors, but this time something…rather, someone, had simply popped in as though they belonged there. Which Donna Noble didn't.
To be honest, the TARDIS was simply pissed. It didn't happen often, but she was reeling from having her Rose ripped away, and her Other was in such torment that her telepathic circuits were on fire. And then this screeching woman appears, out of nowhere, as if she had always been there.
Though she doesn't want to admit it, one reason that she is so upset is the feeling that the woman did belong, that there was something in her that was so old and so rare that it was the same as part of the TARDIS herself. So a part of her did feel obligated to go after her. And she hated that part. She wanted to plant herself on a rock and mourn with her Other, mourn their loss so that they can pick up the pieces and start again, as they have so many times before.
But she can also tell that her Other needs this. That he needs to be needed, to save and to solve the mystery. It pushes away the pain, and right now that is not a pain he can deal with. He makes that clear when he pulls out the mallet and orders her to behave.
No matter how much she doesn't want to do this, no matter how much she wants to forget this woman and fly away…she doesn't have much choice. She is at the mercy of her Other, her Time Lord, and right now, he has to be her concern. If he needs to save this woman, this human who intruded upon her inner being and was abusing the man trying to help her…then so be it. She was the last TARDIS in all of the universe, and she would do as her Time Lord commanded.
No matter how much it hurt.
A/N: I'm sure that I'm playing on a few people's ideas here…I've always loved pieces from the TARDIS's perspective, and I know that I've read one story that refers to the Doctor as her 'Other' and I simply had to use it. I don't remember who the author is…I'm so sorry—if I did I would certainly give the credit where credit is due. Just know that it's not mine. And don't forget to review—they feed the muses and brighten my sad, homework filled days.