Chapter 4:

Bree's mouth fell open now, "Wh-where are we?"

"An abandoned space ship, just off the Medusa Cascade," the Doctor answered matter-of-factly.

"Dude…" Bree's lips shaped themselves into a wide grin, "this is freaking awesome!"

The Doctor raised a judgmental eyebrow at her, "Well, at least it's not text language," he muttered to himself, they strode around the TARDIS, which Bree had yet to notice. "Seen any of our robot friends yet?"

"Um, no, will we? And, what… is… that?" she asked, turning around and pointing at the TARDIS.

The Doctor stuck his head out from behind it, huge smile slapped on, "It's my TARDIS," he announced cheerily.

"And… what's a TARDIS?" she asked, coming up to it to lay a hand against it, "because I'm guessing it's not actually a police call box."

"Oh, you're very good," he appraised her, "but you're right it isn't. TARDIS stands for Time And Relative Dimension In Space, T-A-R-D-I-S, this is what let's me travel through time and space," he came back around and leaned against it, smirking at her.

"This thing?" she was shocked, "but… it's… wood, isn't it?" She was quickly finding that she couldn't trust anything about the Doctor. For all she knew, he might even change how he looks.

The Doctor was very impressed with Bree's capacity to immediately doubt every fact she'd ever known, a little scared too, but mostly impressed and wondered why his previous companions hadn't caught on so fast. 'Maybe it comes with being younger,' he thought. He continued smirking at her, then noticed something.

"Bree, I'd love to let you look inside and all that jazz, but right now we have to RUN!" And so shouting, he grabbed her hand and dodged around the robot that had been just about to slice her head off.

"What the…? These things are armed?" Bree screeched, doing her best to keep you with the significantly taller, not to mention shod, Doctor.

"Yes, and deadly," he pelted down a corridor, dragging Bree along with him as the sounds of more robots followed.

"You never said anything about danger!"

"All adventures are dangerous!" he retorted. "And why can't you keep up?"

"I'm not wearing any shoes!"

"Why aren't you wearing any shoes?"

"Because I wasn't aware I'd be running for my life tonight! If I had I might have thought ahead to, say, get dressed?!"

The Doctor glanced back at her, "You are dressed."

"In pajamas, not really adventure clothes."

"This way!" and the Doctor ducked a hard left and whipped out his sonic screwdriver to unlock a closet, then squeezed Bree and himself inside and locked it behind them.

He tucked the screwdriver away, "Nonsense, ever heard of Arthur Dent? Spent his whole adventure wearing nothing, but his pajamas, a robe, and his towel. And I myself once defeated a Sycorax king in a sword fight wearing nothing but pajamas, I lost my hand, but I grew another one. And that hand has come in handy, ha!" he laughed at his own pun.

Bree blinked quizzically at the Doctor and decided it was best to disregard everything he said after 'pajamas, a robe, and his towel'. "Sorry," he apologized when he saw that Bree wasn't laughing. "And those pajamas weren't even mine," he added.

"Not yours? You were fighting some alien king in someone else's pajamas? …why? Wait; hold on, I think I don't want to know…" Bree shook her head, trying to forget the images of the Doctor in lingerie, oddly she had imagined him not looking entirely bad in Victoria's Secret, but only if it was all lace and frills.

The Doctor immediately corrected her assumption, "What?! No, no no no no no, not ever, never ever ever, no, they were just borrowed because I don't have any of my own, and they were most definitely male pajamas."

Bree whistled at his overreaction, "Okay, whatever you say Doctor."

"Ever," he added with emphasis. "Now, how do we get out without using that door?"

"How should I know? By the way, why are we here in the first place?"

"We needed somewhere to hide from the robots, this is the first place I saw," the Doctor answered, confused about the question.

"No, I mean, on this space ship, circling the Medusa Cascade, wasn't it?"

"Oh, right. Well, I was hoping to find their master so I could question him about why they're after you and then help him find another way to do it, which usually ends up in him dying unfortunately," the Doctor sighed and glanced wryly at the floor, he deplored killing.

"Oh, okay, I just wanted to make sure I wasn't running for my life on a whim."

"Why, are you not having a good time?"

Bree's tongue wagged, "I'm locked inside a tiny closet with you while alien robots could come in at any time and kill us." Bree had to bite her tongue to keep from saying 'actually', at the end of that because a steamy little dream just popped into her head, but looking at the Doctor she was quite sure that that was the last thing on his mind.

"I know," he grinned, "Brilliant isn't it?"

Bree blinked at him, his puppy-adorable smile still in place, "Oh what the heck, I'm having the time of my life!"

Bree could have sworn that if she grinned that big her face would have split in two, but this man wasn't human, so she had to make certain allowances.

She smiled bemusedly back at him, privately wondering if all time lords were like him, if they were she might move to… time lord world, or wherever he was from. And why were they called time lords anyway? But that was a train of thought for a not-quite-so-vital situation.