A/N: I have a couple of things to say to all two of you who have reviewed, so far: Firstly, to Kr00bie: The second chapter came in fine for me, and, apparently, everyone else.
Next shout out: To Jen: Thank you for the correct spelling of "TARDIS." I apologize for my naivety, as well as for saying "bloody" so much- I have a habit of saying it rather a lot myself, primarily because I wish I was British, myself.
To kaos and timano: REVIEWS! Yay! Always appreciated… Well, actually that goes to everyone- but they're still appreciated, regardless.
"I- It- What? The hell?"
"Apparently we've got two of these TARDIS things around here!"
The Doctor frowned, furrowing his brow. "Well… Can you at least, I dunno, describe it or something?"
"Alright, let's put it this way: Look at your TARDIS."
"Okay."
"It's identical."
"In every respect?"
"Just about."
"Ah. Now see, 'just about' means 'not entirely.' Thus you're holding out on me- what respects is it different in?"
"It's got a couple of- okay, a lot of scorch marks on it. But other than that it looks just like your TARDIS thing."
The Doctor chewed his lip and absent-mindedly twirled the key to his own TARDIS in his left hand. "Alright, hold on for a minute and I'll be right over with Daveed."
"No you won't," the old man replied, wagging his finger in The Doctor's face. "I've got a malfunctioning life support system being fried by a Dalik."
"Oh, come on, it's just air- can't that wait?"
"Not for a human. I didn't know it could for a Time Lord."
"Actually it can't. I can just hold my breath for a really long time. Right, new plan," he said, addressing the communicator once more. "I'm going to go check out a Dalik that's messing with our life support. You two are going to see if you can't get that TARDIS opened up."
"It uses Time Lord technology! How the hell are we supposed to crack open a Time Lord… lock… thing?!" came the desperate reply.
"You're a very resourceful young man. I'm sure you'll think of something. Maybe there's an old truck lying around that you can rip the door off with."
"That was one time, and it wasn't the door!" the reply was muffled by The Doctor's coat as he replaced the communicator in his pocket.
"Right, then. If you'd be so kind," The Doctor said, opening the TARDIS door and waving his hand toward the opening. Daveed stepped in without batting an eye at the increased size.
The Doctor set about operating the many switches and levers throughout the ship, pressed a button, spun a small wheel with a handle, and instructed his passenger to hang on. There was a great whirring noise from with in the TARDIS and- it did nothing. Nothing at all.
"Would you care to try the other one, or would you rather just go for a brisk walk while we still have air to breath?" Daveed asked with a certain amount of amusement, causing a seething Doctor to grit his teeth.
"I think," he replied, "We'll walk. Apparently there isn't quite enough stuff from its world here. Seems odd that it can find anything from its world here if we're in the void, as a matter of fact… Right, then."
Daveed smiled and opened the doors to the TARDIS, beckoning outward in a manner reminiscent of his host's. "If you'd be so kind…"
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"This is pointless," Mickey stated for the umpteenth time, hitting an old, dented wrench against the door to this new TARDIS once more. "The thing's clearly been hit by somethin' with a lot of firepower, but it still-won't-open!" he yelled, bashing the door in tandem with the last three words.
"Maybe there's something else to it," Rose replied, looking up from an old pile of electronics she'd been rummaging through in hopes of finding something explosive. "Our key fit at any rate. It just wouldn't open. Maybe a bit more torque would do it?"
"Hey, if you think the thirtieth try's the charm, I'm more than willing to let you do it." The dark-skinned young man lowered the wrench from the stubbornly un-dented TARDIS and backed away.
"Well fine, if you won't put any muscle into it," Rose muttered, jamming the key back in and turning as hard as she could.
"I believe," said a decidedly new voice from behind, "That you'll find all you need to be a bit more power running through that key."
Rose spun around to face a largish man with a crew cut dressed in what appeared to be a tight-fitting white T-shirt and a slightly faded pair of jeans. He was holding a sonic screwdriver.
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A/N Numero Dose: I only plan to write two more chapters of this, and I will hopefully be quicker to update this thing for those two. It actually didn't even take me very long to write this- I just sat down and wrote it all in one sitting. (I'm rolling my eyes right now) So, anyway, if you liked this please read it and review. Flamers are accepted provided they actually tell what they're flaming about. Oh, yeah, I should probably mention the name change: I changed my name. "Lesser God" was getting old. REVIEW OR DIE!