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"Doctor! Doctor! Where are you?" Martha called, entering the console room, about to tell the Doctor that she had made tea for them to share. The only thing she heard was the echo of her own voice and the hum of the TARDIS. Something wasn't right. Not that she was high maintenance or anything, but usually the Doctor came when she asked, and therefore she was annoyed and perhaps a little bit scared when he didn't appear or even answer.

He wouldn't have left the TARDIS without telling her, and besides, they were hanging out in the vortex while they recovered from the incident with Professor Lazarus. The last Martha saw of the Doctor was him tinkering with something under the grating of the console room floor.

She observed that he hadn't moved the panel back to its place. That was odd. He never just left the wires loose like that. Sparks jumped out of the wires and there was no sign of the Doctor. She called for him again. No answer.

There was a clunky noise and the sound of electric feedback from the TARDIS console. Martha turned to see what it was. She hadn't noticed that there was a microphone on the console before, but that wasn't why she gasped in surprise. The Doctor was there, he was just…let's say, miniaturized. He jumped up and down in his tiny blue suit.

"Martha!" the tiny Doctor squeaked, sounding like he had been inhaling helium.

"Oh my god!" Martha shrieked. "Doctor, are you okay? What happened?"

"I accidently crossed some wires that shouldn't have been crossed and the TARDIS didn't like it. Blimey, I'm exhausted! Do you know how hard it is to climb up here when you're all of six inches tall? Honestly, you humans need to get a better sense of hearing. You couldn't hear me yelling until I turned on the microphone."

"Well it's not like I can control what species I am," Martha said, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, is it even possible to fix this?"

"Yeah, yeah, should be. I've been shrunk before. I wondered why that little voice in my head told me not to mess with that circuit. Ah…too late to dwell on that now."

The itty bitty Time Lord clapped his hands together. "Right. You need to press the yellow button while turning the wibbly lever clockwise. Or was it the blue button and turn the wibbly lever anticlockwise?"

"Doctor!"

"Hey! Can you quiet down a bit, eh? You're making my head hurt!"

"Well how do you expect to get back to normal if you can't even tell me what controls to press?"

"Hold on, hold on! Oh! Now I remember! You press both the blue and yellow buttons at the same time and THEN you activate the Improbability Drive!"

"Seriously? This thing has an Improbability Drive? Is Zaphod Beeblebrox real too?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. Terribly rude…and I think he fancies me. But on to the point!"

"Right!...um… Which one's the Improbability Drive again?" Martha asked.

The Doctor groaned and mussed his hair in frustration. Seeing that tiny little tantrum made Martha almost burst out into laughter. It was all she could do not to erupt in a fit of giggles.

"Pick me up and I'll show you," he ordered, clearly not amused, even though he thanked Rassilon that it wasn't Jack standing in Martha's place right now…there would be too many things Jack would have done with that last sentence.

Doing as she was told, Martha picked the alien up and the flustered Time Lord pointed out exactly where the Improbability Drive was. She took a deep breath, put him back on the ground (where he almost fell through the grating), and did the procedure that the Doctor described.

The Doctor reverted back to normal again in a flash of purplish light and seemed no worse for wear. There was, however, a slight problem: The process the Doctor had Martha use only worked for living organisms…a fact that he had forgotten…so …he was standing there, absolutely starkers.

The Doctor's eyes widened and he blushed as he hurriedly thanked Martha, grabbed his coat, and tried to preserve whatever dignity he had left before rushing of to his room in the depths of the TARDIS.

"I really liked that suit," he pouted.