"Urgh," said the Doctor rubbing his head. He opened his eyes, he found himself looking at the ceiling of his beloved Tardis. "What happened?"

Quickly he sat up, the blood rushed away from his head, he patted his chest, good he still had his bow tie (they were cool), and then his legs. He muttered, "still got legs." And stood up. The insides of his Tardis were in ruins. "What happened?" he repeated. Then he remembered.

He had been running. Running faster and harder than ever before, and his poor Tardis had suffered for it. He remembered the consul had sparked and started to burn. Fire surrounded him, and smoke filled his lungs. He hit random buttons, his poor Tardis started wheezing, even after they had landed on Earth.

Slowly the Doctor walked up to the consul. "I'm sorry Sexy," he said rubbing the column. The Tardis shuttered. "Shh, it'll be alright."

He just sat with her, stroking the old gal, trying to make her stop wheezing. It only felt like hours, but in reality it had been a couple of days. He figured that the breaks were on (something River teased him about all the time) and that the invisibility shield was warped..causing it to disappear and reappear, when it hadn't- couldn't move.

From outside there was groaning noises, and then somehow the Tardis was lifted up. It was moving! But not because The Doctor had done anything...it was as if someone else was moving it. The Doctor was flung backwards and hit his head. It hurt a lot. Again he rubbed his head, ruffling up his hair even more. There was a look of panic in the alien's eyes. Someone was taking his Tardis, with him inside it! Could it be? No he's gone..he has to be gone. Thought the Doctor. He decided there was no way it was the Master. What about the Daleks? They've done this before...but if it was them I would be burning now, so it's not them. With a sigh the Doctor realized he had made too many enemies, that it would be impossible to eliminate them all.

Suddenly the lights shut off. The Doctor tried to see where he was using the camera, but when he looked out all he saw was the darkness. "What?" For the first time in months he was glad that he didn't have a companion with him. After all if he did, well they probably wouldn't have survived the crash..and after that, well he didn't want anyone else to feel the panic he felt now. His Tardis was broken, someone was taking him to some unknown place, and he didn't know what would happen. He sighed and curled up by the consul...well at least the old gal had stopped shuddering. Maybe she wasn't in anymore pain, that was all the Doctor could hope for.

The days in the Tardis were miserable. The Doctor didn't have anyone to talk to, his Tardis was in shambles..so he couldn't escape, and finally he was bored. To be truthful the Doctor was bored out of his mind, it got to the point where he was throwing a rubber ball against the wall and watched it come back, catching it.

There was a commotion coming from the outside of the Tardis. He turned on the screen and saw straw? Well there was finally light, but he was surrounded by packing straw. He heard a male voice asking, "What is that?"

A grumpy man answered, "It's a special shipment from England."

The Doctor sighed and turned off the camera, there wasn't much to get from that...except he was positive he was in America. Both those men had American accents, and a shipment? Had his Tardis been in a crate? Had he been shipped to America? The Doctor shook his head, too many questions flew to mind...he needed time to think. He needed peace, or at least quiet.

Once he had gotten his thoughts under control he realized that his Tardis was on the move, again. He turned the camera back on and heard a different voice muttering something. "Go past the jar aisle..hmm seems easy enough," this voice was female, but it was still American. He looked around a bit more, was his box on a go cart? Why yes it was...and all those things he was zooming by, they were all odd bits of junk. In one aisle were jars, then they turned left at an aisle containing cartons. This was all too weird. Where was he? He heard a couple more words from the girl, but they were muted...he couldn't quite make them out.

Okay, he thought, this is getting too weird. I need to get out of here now! He fiddled around a bit with some knobs, and finally got the Tardis to respond. It started making some discouraging noises. "No, no, no, no!" He shouted. Something was stopping him from leaving. He was stuck here, well wherever here was. He decided to go exploring. Carefully he opened the door and looked about. He was in a long aisle filled with boxes. He went over to examine some of the things on the shelves.

There was a screen, with a label. Quickly he read it. Fabrege's tool box. Properties: allows the handler to create delicate oddities. Side effects include: obsession, greed, lust for fame and fortune, and the feelings of a broken heart, (also madness, may occur).

The Doctor poked at the unassuming box with his long fingers. It didn't feel too dangerous. Next he picked it up, and sniffed it. Ahh yes, those spores were only around in the 19th century..so it is old enough now was it really Carl Faberge's? Cautiously he stuck out his tongue and licked the side of the box, looking for residual energy. Hmm yes, it was, but other people have touched it since...but in gloves...He set it back down on the shelf, and kept exploring the aisle.

A little farther down he spotted another interesting box. It was even older, and made out of clay...in fact it wasn't even a box, it was a jar (a pithos to be exact). The label said it was...wait a minute, that can't be. It's a myth! Isn't it? The label said it was Pandora's Box. Tentitively the Doctor reached out his hand, his hands closed around the cool clay handle. Suddenly the Doctor had the urge to open the jar, to unseal the clay stopper and look inside. He hadn't seen the warning- just touching the jar would created temptations and the curiousity to open it, and once that happened the delusions came. Slowly he pulled the jar closer, his hands were on the stopper, fingers gripping tightly- tugging upwards.

He heard a girl scream, "Stop Artie."

And then he was blasted with a strange purple liquid, and was knocked backward.

AN- more to come! I would like to thank Skater-chick-84 for the favorite! I hope you like it so far. Thanks for reading! ((PLEASE COMMENT, it'll let me know you care))