Disclaimer: I think you pretty much know by now, that I do not own 'Doctor Who' or anything to do with it :)
I promise you will find out what caused the TARDIS to fall out the vortex soon, but the suspense will hopefully be worth it :)
Chapter 3: Real Seconds
"Wait, Doctor," she kept her feet glued to the floor, "Where are we going? Shouldn't we be worrying about the fact the TARDIS has no power?"
When the TARDIS had fallen out of the time vortex before, it had been easily fixed after The Doctor found a small light that took twenty four hours to recharge. But this time, The Doctor had found no light, no small power source, and the TARDIS was completely non-functional.
"Well, it obviously something about being here in London for the Olympics... Something's not right here." His eyebrows lowered as he surveyed his surroundings. Everything was exactly the same; and nothing was out of the ordinary.
He abruptly knelt down and swiped a finger across the street floor, scattered with chewing gum and Rassilon only knows what else. He licked his finger and was quick to make a judgement that it was disgusting, the sides of his mouth turned down and looked almost like he had been sucking on a lemon. He only just refrained from spitting on the floor.
"Eugh! That's disgusting!" He exclaimed, with an incredibly horrified face.
"Well it would be!" Rose responded almost mimicking his expression, oblivious to the fact that random people were giving The Doctor the strangest of looks.
"No, I mean, it's just..." The Doctor paused, not quite able to phrase his findings, "It just tastes dull. You understand, right?"
Rose's eyes narrowed with confusion, "Not really."
This earned Rose a very over-exaggerated sigh from The Doctor. He jumped up, flipping his coat behind him to make sure he didn't trip up.
"So what do we do?" Rose asked after an almost unbearable silence, aside from the permanent hustle and bustle of London.
"You mean to tell me you don't know? The great Rose Tyler doesn't know? The Defender of the Earth doesn't-"
"We just need to find what's caused the TARDIS to fall," she stated in an attempt to stop The Doctor's ramble.
"Exactly! And what better way to find out than to see an event for ourselves?" The Doctor grabbed Rose's hand and dragged her into a run.
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"You mean to tell me people do this every day?" The Doctor exclaimed, whipping his brow.
"Yup," Rose nodded in reply, her jacket tied around her waist.
"But it's so hot!" He continued to make his point, before being knocked by a very sweaty man.
The calm vibration and occasional jolt of the spacious TARDIS was nothing compared to their horrific journey in a claustrophobically tiny cabin on a shaking train.
"We don't even have a seat!" He tried to shrug off his long coat, but failed miserably with the lack of manoeuvrability. He managed to clutch onto a handle next to the door he was squashed against by the sweaty man on one side, and a not-so-sweaty, cuddly Rose.
"Stop ya whinin'," she giggled, grabbing The Doctor's arm to stop herself from being thrown into the sweaty man. He was quick to wind his arm around Rose's waist to steady her, all the while backing away from the sweaty man who was almost soaked through his white shirt.
Other people on the train were just giving him very annoyed looks, one of which was blaring out rap music through his headphones. The Doctor thought it was remarkable that the young man hadn't gone deaf – or maybe that's why he had to listen to his music so loud, because he'd managed to explode his eardrums with the terrible music.
Almost everyone gave him dirty looks, excluding a more-than-middle-aged woman with a ghastly fake tan. She was plastered in makeup and she was wearing a ridiculously low cut blouse and a suggestively short skirt. She was smiling at The Doctor, threading her fingers through her obviously bleached hair.
The Doctor glanced at the woman, who had been staring at him for quite a while and didn't even try to look away when he caught her eye. Her smile became a very suggestive smirk, and earned her a confused, and almost worried, eyebrow raise from The Doctor. He tried to politely smile, but used Rose to his advantage as he held her tighter against his side. However, the woman didn't look away and resided to openly giving Rose the so-called 'death stare'. But then turned back to smirking seductively – if you could call it seductive.
"Why's that woman staring at me?" He murmured closely to Rose's ear, keeping a tight hold around her waist.
She decided not to tell him the real reason, with the worry that she would let her jealousy seep through, "Because ya won't stop whining."
He hummed shortly with disapproval, before stumbling as the train came to a jolting halt, "Is this our stop?"
"Yup, come on, grumpy," she joked. She grabbed his hand as so she didn't lose him on the way out of the train.
Just before they hopped off the train the woman, who was terrible at even trying to be seductive, slapped The Doctor's bum.
"Control yourself, Rose!" The Doctor humorously exclaimed in a tone at least an octave higher than his usual level.
They hopped off the train, "It wasn't me!"
"Oh, you humans. Can't control yourself, and then you try to lie," The Doctor began to ramble.
"But it- it wasn't!" she stammered in disbelief, "It was that woman staring at you on the train!"
"Your nose'll grow long!"
"I'm not Pinocchio!"
Once they reached the open air, they headed to the Olympic Park, "It could've been worse on the train," The Doctor stated as they strolled hand-in-hand around the park, looking for when the next event was.
"You've changed your tune!"
They came across a few volunteers, and as usual The Doctor turned on his quirky charm and an extravagant grin.
"Could you tell us when the next event is?" He grinned.
They were welcomed with a happy face, "Of course, sir," the volunteer didn't waste any time, "the cycling. Chris Hoy in the final. Just head straight in front of you and you'll know when you see it."
"Brilliant," The Doctor grinned an even bigger grin.
"You'll need to have tickets though."
"Of course," The Doctor thanked the volunteer, and began to almost... skip in the direction of the cycling. Hand-in-hand with Rose, he was grinning like a fool and attracting some very strange looks.
And against Rose's half-hearted to slightly calm him down, The Doctor continued to grin and skip. She wasn't angry with him; in fact she enjoyed seeing him like this. So, she continued to skip along with him.
They reached the entrance to the cycling, "Ticket?" The tall and wide built man asked.
Rose hesitated, even though she knew she never needed to when she was with The Doctor. He rummaged through the pocket inside his coat – of which Rose was extremely surprised when she found out it wasn't actually bigger on the inside, and The Doctor had responded with a glare and a hopeless sigh.
"Yep, here's my ticket," he showed the man his physic paper, "Annnnddddd..." he passed it to Rose behind his back.
"Here's mine," Rose gave the man the physic paper and smiled.
"Matching wallets... Cute," the man stated, emotionless, and then moved so they could pass.
They found some seats relatively easily, "Chris Hoy! The Chris Hoy! And we get to see him cycle!" The Doctor exclaimed.
Rose reflected his grin as they settled into their seats waiting for the cyclists to come out.
The Doctor faced Rose, suddenly intriguingly serious, "Are you happy?"
She was taken off guard, but needed no time to even think about her reply, "Yes."
"I want to travel with you forever. You know that right?" He smiled, still a very serious look in his deep, chocolately eyes.
"I want to travel with you forever, too," She bit her lip, with the hint of a smile, and looked him in the eyes.
He grinned, the biggest grin she had ever seen, and she couldn't help but grin too.
I hope you liked it. I felt it needed a little bit of fluff in there! Chapter 4 -