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"Good morning, everyone!" the girl exclaimed as she walked into the TARDIS kitchen, where the Doctor and Rose were currently presiding. "It's early, so don't talk to me unless it's an emergency. Or I might kill you." She went over to the fridge and opened it, only to reveal a large machine inside, puffing out black smoke.
"Seriously?! That's my fridge, inside my TARDIS, and you think you can just help yourself?" the Doctor exclaimed, clearly getting slightly annoyed. He nearly spilled his coffee all over himself. Rose laughed at him, while eating her toast.
"Okay Mr. Time- Traveler, this disbelief in me making my own choices is getting old. Honestly, is that tiny brain unable to comprehend that I'm here to stay?" she said. "Now, why isn't there any food in your fridge? I need to wake up. Honestly, that bed in the spare room is really uncomfortable. You should get a new one."
The Doctor sighed and walked up to the girl, who was by the open fridge. He flipped up a panel, revealing a keypad. "Type in whatever you want to eat. Well, you've been here for a while, and your voice is so annoying the TARDIS voice detection software might've already logged in your voice. I'd try the keypad first, just so she doesn't try and poison you.
The girl snorted. "She? The TARDIS is a girl now? You sound like a guy talking to his car," she mocked him. She moved toward the machine in the fridge, examning it closer. She poked it and it made a squeeling noise. She backed away quickly, squeeling also.
"Oi! Be careful of that! Do you want it to implode? And she is my car, the Time- Lord equivalent of a car anyways. And she is living, too! If you're lucky, she might talk to you, inside your head. Probably not, though. She doesn't like talking to annoying people. And you're, well, you. "
She ignored everything the Doctor just said, or it was possibly just wasn't listening to him in the first place. She addressed the machine. "Naked Juice- Mango Fusion." A small bottle popped out of the machine. She sat down next to the Doctor and across from Rose, popped the seal, and took a sip.
"Okay, so what do we call you? I mean, the Doctor is just referring to you as 'Human', or 'Girl'," Rose asked.
"I also called her 'Pestilence' and 'Annoying'," the Doctor interjected.
"I don't know. I can't just come up with a name off the top of my head, this stuff take time. It needs to be something that fits my amazing beauty and talents. Is there anything the translates into 'all powerful'?"
"God, you're vain. Well, the name 'Alaric' means 'ruler of all.' It's Ancient Germanic, " Doctor said to the girl.
"I don't really care. Hannah. I rather quite like that name. I think it's very sexy sounding. Have you ever met a Hannah that you didn't want to run away with? Yeah. Hannah. "
"Hannah? That's Hebrew. Translates to 'grace.' Is it fitting, or are you clumsy?" Doctor asked.
"I don't know! Geez! Remember: my memories are all gone! How am I supposed to know if I'm clumsy or not?"
"I guess I didn't think of that."
At that moment, the TARDIS started shuddering. Cups rattled and china crashed to the floor. Mango juice spilled all over Hannah and she screamed, "My pants!" The Doctor ran to the control room and Rose attempted to keep a shelf of plates from toppling over.
"Oh no!" the Doctor screamed from the control room.
"Oh no, it's okay! These are just pajama pants! And they weren't that pretty anyway! I couldn't find anything else!" Hannah screamed back at him.
"I'm not talking to you!" the Doctor shouted. Hannah scoffed. The TARDIS stopped shaking.
"C'mon," Rose said to Hannah as she walked into the console room. They went up to the Doctor, who was working intently on the complex wiring of the TARDIS. "Can we help?"
"No, this is far to complicated for your tiny human minds. Rose, how about you go get dressed. We are going to explore whatever planet we are on, after I finish re-routing the directional consoles."
"Okay, if you do need help, I'll be in the closet room," Rose said.
"Closet room? Are you serious? I love this place!" Hannah said as she practically skipped down the hall.
"Not for you!" the Doctor yelled. Hannah rolled her eyes.
-a half hour in time and space later-
"Allons-y!" the Doctor exclaimed to Rose as he rammed the two last wires together, causing them to spark.
He started to walk to the door, until Rose stopped him. "You have to wait for Hannah."
"Why would we do that?" the Doctor said, unable to comprehend. "She'll only screw everything up."
"I'll screw something up when you can lift more than two pounds and not break your arm! Jeez. Let's go! And besides, you need me," Hannah said, walking into the console room.
"Really? Where do you think we are going? You look like you should be in one of those Hollywood spy movies. Do you really think that we save the universe in pumps?" the Doctor said, addressing the bright pink heels.
Rose looked at Hannah, she was dressed in all tight, black clothes, with exception of the shoes. She sighed.
"Well, maybe you should start, "she said, flipping her light brown hair over her shoulder. "I mean, look at you, Mr. Alien. You look like an idiot. I may not remember anything of home, but I know enough to tell you that you're jacket is O-U-T, out."
"Hey!" the Doctor complained. "I like this coat!"
"Oh, my goodness. Stop it! We obviously have a planet in distress! And you two are arguing!"
The Doctor turned his attention to the door, and they walked out.
There's a future explanation for why she's dressed like that! I swear! Not just that I had the whim to dress her up like a stereotypical spy and such! And please inform me, as I publish the newer chapters, if i ever verge on a Mary- Sue, which you probably guess that I'm really self- conscious of. And for those of you who reviewed last time, Wrigt123, SomeRandomReader, and Xandora , thank you! And I'm sure the Doctor will be coming soon, as I have promised! Thank you and review!