Hello everyone! Me again with an all new chapter! Thanks to those who have viewed and commented. I promise you all things will become clearer as the story goes on. We are only on chapter 2! So... here it is! Enjoy!

"Okay! Speed accelerating. Sparks flying. And bones being broken. This isn't good!" the Doctor exclaimed over the TARDIS's rather loud cries and noises as he found himself flying across the control panel and bumping into the railing.

"Really, Einstein?!" Clara yelled as she held onto the railing on the other side for dear life.

"Oi! No need to bring Einstein into this!" the Doctor cried as he slowly tried to move back toward the panel. "He actually wouldn't put this situation into such simple terms, smart as he was. He would rather say something like…"

"DOCTOR! SPEED. SPARKS. BROKEN BONES. RING A BELL?!"

"Oh! Right! Yes!" the Doctor recalled, focusing now on one of the TARDIS's many long levers. He took two more steps and, with a silent prayer in his head, lunged for the lever, grabbing onto it just in the nick of time. Then, the TARDIS began jerking again, threatening to sweep the ground from underneath the TimeLord and his human companion.

It was chaos…. Though it hadn't been that way just a few short minutes ago.

Everything before this was fine. It was, practically, smooth sailing for the Doctor and Clara. They had the whole day planned out. They were going to travel to Bangkok (at Clara's suggestion) to soak up a little culture, artwork, and, maybe, some sun… But then, just as the Doctor was about to type in the coordinates, the TARDIS began making strange noises. Then, the screen began delaying and freezing up.

The Doctor tried some random buttons to try and fix the problem, but it only resulted in the sparks flying and the strange noises growing louder and louder. Clara could only stand back and look at the Doctor with concern. Although she has seen the horrors and tantrums the TARDIS could pull, she has NEVER seen the TARDIS act like this before.

But if she thought THAT was the worse the TARDIS could do, she didn't expect the violent twists and turns that quickly came after that. Soon, Clara found herself clinging onto the side railing while the Doctor was flung carelessly every which way like a rag doll until he grabbed on the lever.

He pulled down on the lever with all of his might, but it didn't help much (apart from that it kept him grounded for five seconds). "COME ON!" he yelled with all of his might. Suddenly, the lever gave way and broke apart from the control panel, sending the Doctor flying backwards to the railings. He grabbed a hold of it and took a quick look at the lever that was in his hand, wires dangling aimlessly. His face showed signs of small panic. Nothing this bad ever happened to his Sexy. Never.

"Okay…" he began, "I can fix that."

"Try fixing this first, Doctor!" Clara called again, slowly slipping form her death-grip.

The Doctor found no other choice but to simply toss the lever aside (which landed with a loud THUD), and slowly make his way along the railing around the TARDIS, searching for a button not yet pressed. He looked on carefully, scrutinizing every nook and cranny.

"Doesn't the TARDIS have any brakes?" Clara asked, finding that her throat was getting sore from all of the yelling.

"What do you think I just broke off?" the Doctor asked, not looking back to see Clara roll her eyes tiredly and say under her breath, "Oh, Doctor!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, the TARDIS gave another big and loud jerk, the biggest one yet. So big that it tore Clara away from the railing. She was about to go gliding over to the other side, when, before she knew it, she heard a loud "CLARA!", and her hand was caught. She was, then, pulled up next to the Doctor, who held onto her with the same kind of grip she lost earlier.

All they didn't was hold on. What else could they do?

"How long can the TARDIS go on like this?" Clara asked.

"Don't know!" the Doctor replied. "Depends, I guess."

"Depends on what?"

"How long it could take her to blow up."

Clara turned toward the Doctor, her face scared straight.

"She wouldn't."

"She can," the Doctor said, hesitating for just a moment before adding, "And she might. The TARDIS has never acted this rowdy before. If it continues, it might only be a short amount of time before she comes to the brink of collapse."

Clara's face was blank now. So many times she has stared death in the face with the Doctor. Technically, she already died for the Doctor. But that was then. She was safe now. He was safe now. It couldn't happen again. It couldn't.

"Just keep holding on," the Doctor said, bringing Clara back to the situation at hand and staring her square in the eyes. Those big, brown eyes that seemed to make her look young but old beyond her years at the same time. "Keep holding on," he continued, "And never let go."

"That's the trick," Clara whispered.

"Yes," he whispered back.

They stood there, looking on and holding on, as the TARDIS's noises began to grow so loud that their eardrums threatened to burst at any second. They, finally, shut their eyes, waiting for the moment of their demise.

But nothing happened.

Everything stopped around them.

The sparks died down. The noises halted altogether. The ground stood still, like it was meant to do.

The Doctor and Clara opened their eyes slowly, never letting go of each other for one second.

Silence.

Nothing more.

Thinking it safe to explore, the Doctor gently sat Clara's hands down and walked over to the control panel. He examined the whole thing, top to bottom, all the way around. It was dead. No flashing lights. No funny little noises.

Clara looked on with him from a distance, not wanting to risk it if the TARDIS started acting up again.

The Doctor skimmed his fingers over the buttons, until he stopped at one that was small and used to light up the color blue. He stared at it for the longest time.

He knew what it was.

The TARDIS's "REBOOT" button. If he pressed it, the TARDIS could start up again, and go on as if nothing ever happened.

Could.

If he pressed it, it might, either, fail to restart or electrocute him on the spot.

He looked up to Clara, who only stared back at him with question and possible hope. He gave a quick nod to her and pushed the button.

DING!

All of the lights above the TARDIS began to flicker on and, pretty soon, the whole thing was alive again. No more sparks. No more jerking. Noises kept at a minimal volume. "AH!" the Doctor exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air and spinning himself around freely. Clara smiled along with him, automatically letting go of the railing and slowly walking around the room. "Thank you, Sexy!" she heard the Doctor cry out, and couldn't help but stop for a moment to turn around and cock an eyebrow at him.

"Excuse me?" she asked. "Sexy?"

Oops! the Doctor said in his mind, stopping in his tracks, arms in midair, to backtrack for a second on what he just said.

"Oh," was all he could get out, not letting Clara see him quickly begin to blush. He put his arms down and quickly swung around to face her. "Well, you… you see, I…. well… It's just that…. We…. Shut up!" he announced, adjusting his bowtie and straightening out his tweed jacket before rushing over to the TARDIS's main screen. Clara grinned at herself and then, presently, joined the Doctor.

"So, where are we?" she asked. "Bangkok?"

"No. No." the Doctor said, typing in some words on the keyboard and checking up on the screen every now and then. "I didn't get the chance to put the coordinates in."

"Ok," Clara said, slowly so her mind could take in all that just happened. "But why did the TARDIS begin acting up like that? It can't just do it on it's own, can it?"

"Well, yes and no," the Doctor began. "The TARDIS can act up a bit at times. Lock doors. Rev the engines. Shut off the electricity. But it's not that powerful to do what it just now did."

Clara studied the Doctor's face. It looked curious and determined. It was a look she was all-too familiar with. Whe the Doctor had that look on his face, he wouldn't rest until he was satisfied with an answer.

"It was something else, then?" she tried. "Something on the outside?"

The Doctor's face began to perk up and his eyes lit up with excitement. "Ah…!" he cried, reaching forward to give Clara a high five. She graciously accepted it, beaming inside about her small accomplishment. It was a start!

"That's it!" he yelled, pointing at Clara while backing away from her and to the opposite side of the panel. "That's it exactly!"

"Ok," Clara said, walking along with him. "So… what is that something else?"

"Only one way to find out!" the Doctor replied, a hint of sheer giddiness in his voice. He was now backed against the TARDIS doors, his hands holding onto the handles. Clara's eyes slowly began to light up with the same level of excitement and her mouth turned into a childish grin.

Something inside told her that she was about to have another awesome adventure with the madman in a police box.

CLIFFHANGER! I know. I know. Settle down. ;-) Reviews and comments welcomed and accepted. Keep on following me as this summer begins to heat up! WOOHOO!