Thank you Drakesgirl5 for the review! Hope it lives up to your standards! I'm not that good at writing Eleven, but I'll try! I decided to set this durning 'The Lodger', just because. Enjoy!
Imagine yourself sitting in a park, swinging on the swings and watching the people pass you by. One man in particular catches your eye. He's tall and very gangly, he reminds you of a giraffe in a way, and he keeps pacing in front of the swings. He's wearing a bow tie and a tweed jacket. His lips are moving and he keeps looking at a weird cylinder thing. After a few minutes of watching him he walks towards you and plops himself on the swing next to you. He slouches forward so that his long hair flops in his face.
"Are you okay?" You ask him. He looks up and over at you his green eyes impossibly old and gives you a big manic grin.
"Of course I'm okay, I'm the King of Okay! Wait no, that's a rubbish title, I said I wasn't going to use it." The man told you, trailing off at the end.
"Whatever mate." You say, going back to the rhythm of the swings.
"But then, there's also a bit of a problem. I seem to have lost the TARDIS. It's a big blue box, answers to 'Sexy' and 'Old Girl'. I don't know how I managed to loose a whole TARDIS, but it does happen. Quite a lot actually, though I still don't know how. Worst part is, I've got a friend inside, doesn't know how to fly it, and I can't exactly call her to talk her through it. Stupid, stupid Doctor!" He pounded the palm of his hand to his forehead. None of what he's saying makes any sense to you, but you know it means something to him.
"There must have been some sort of interference, some temporal flux or something. Not that anything could cause a TARDIS to do that unless it was pretty powerful. But the sonic screwdriver hasn't picked up anything yet, so it's probably cloaking itself. Unless I'm not close enough. What do you think? Not close enough?" He was in your face now and moving his head around like he was examining you. You've stopped your swinging and are now backing away from him.
"Um... Sure." You answer. He nods and goes back to his swing. You relax your legs and you go flying forward.
"That's what I thought, but where is it?" He muttered again. "If only I could contact Amy! I could get her to do a scan with the TARDIS! Bloody time and space ship, popping off at the worst moments..." He muttered to himself.
"If this thing is a time machine, couldn't you just go back and give yourself hints?" You ask, purely out of curiosity. His head pops up and he jumps up, grabbing your swing and stopping you. He kisses you on the forehead and gives you a big grin.
"Brilliant! You're brilliant you know that? Yes, once I finish this I'll go back and circle the address in the papers! What's the nearest shop?" He asks you. You give him directions and he sprints of yelling his thanks behind him. When you get home that afternoon you can't help but laugh at the strange rambling man in the bow tie that you met at the park. It's not until you're drawn into a house by a little girl in trouble that you remember him saying that there was a problem. Of course by then, you've already got your hand on the console and been electrocuted.
Just because I'm consistent. You can pretty much expect to die or black out in most of these stories. Just saying that now.