Here's My Part for the ColaborationFic!

Sadly I dont own Doctor Who (DAMN) but Russel.T.Davis does...Soon to Be Steffan Moffat.Cause if i did own i would drop that riversong off a cliff, until she tells me who she is...Hmmm i should make that a fic!

Angel's P.O.V

The Doctor was poking, sorry, I mean 'Tinkering' under the console. Meanwhile I was reading various magazines; some where fashion other featuring news articles.
"How can you read that trash?" The Doctor asked, Sonic screwdriver sticking out between his teeth.

"cause these guys talk such rubbish when it comes to alien life forms." I laughed. "I mean listen to this, 'Due to London's resent experiences, its times like this that make me say, E.T Go Home' "

"And that's funny, because?" The Doctor pulled himself out from under the console to look at me; I didn't need to hear his thoughts to see the look of mock concern plastered across his face. I think she's lost it, he thought, she knew he was joking, it made her laugh. Although I'm telepathic, (and telekinetic) because I've been human for so long, and suppressing my telepathy, it's really difficult to control my ability. The Doctor doesn't always mind, he understands, but sometimes he gets a bit annoyed when I hear a bit more than he wants. But, what's more creepy is that curtain emotions affect my telekinetic power, I have these kineticuts which help me tap into my telekinetic power, right. But emotions weather they are my own or someone else's strengthen and weaken my power (Sadness-weakens it, whereas Rage-strengthens it) anyway…I'm just babbling……I do that.. a lot… The Doctor does it more…. He goes on and on. Minutes passed the only sounds of the occasional clunk, sonic blue light, and the sounds of mine and The Doctor's sanity breaking due to boredom.

"So, Doctor?" I asked casually
A muffled sound of what could have been "yeah, what?" although the thought occurred to her that he could have just told her to 'eff off'.
"Are you a geek?" I asked innocently
"No!" he half-grunted, half-snorted.
"Are you sure?" I asked again.
The Doctor started to sit-up, before he then bashed his head in on the underside of the console. Obviously abandoning the attempt to speak face to face with me, he didn't say anything.
"So Doc?" The Doctor winced as this nickname. "Are you gay?"

"No"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes"

"You look gay" I laughed, The Doctor knew I was joking; nevertheless, he decided he had 'finished' under the console, most likely through fear of bashing his head in accidentally whist trying to shut me up.

"How do I look gay?" He grinned.

"Dunno, Gay aura?" I giggled, trying and failing to keep my face straight.

The cloister bell rang out, loud and clear as the TARDIS wheezed into life. "what are you doing?" I shouted, over the loud, churning sound of the TARDIS.

"More like what are you doing, I'm not doing anything" he shouted back as a particularly larger jolt sent his head bashing back in to the console. The TARDIS continued jolting, this way and that, throwing The Doctor and myself around like rag dolls. After another two minutes, the TARDIS gave one final huge jolt sending the doctor crumpling to the floor, and me, headfirst over the railing. My head, millimetres from the floor, my knuckles a furious white from gripping the railing, my legs flailing above me. The Doctor Stumbled to his feet, a round red patch on his forehead, where it met the vortex loop…Rather painfully I thought, he walked over and took hold of my ankles attempting to help me up again.

Eventually, I was upright again and glad to be.

"You okay?" The doctor asked

"Yeah, it you who should be asked that" I pointed out

"Nah, I'm fine, thick head, see?" He grinned, gesturing to his head. I started towards the TARDIS doors, flinging them open to the dismay of The Doctor, who was now searching for his Sonic Screwdriver, which had also taken flight when the TARDIS had. "Where did we land?" he asked, head currently poking about underneath the jumpseat.

To Be Continued