So lately…been wonderin'…how on Earth am I supposed to write stories when I have no time?

Friday morning…typing stuff while waiting for my first college class of the day to start.

I'm writing this prompt to the song Bleeding Out by Imagine Dragons, for those who might want to know. It's an awesome song to write stuff to (or just memorize and sing around the house).

God bless and have a great day (or night)!
ThePro-LifeCatholic

Jesuslovesmarina: I don't see a problem with short stories, actually, if they're well-written. For instance, there's a one-shot ficlet that I'm following, called The Adventures of the (not a) Martian and the (Best) Temp in Chiswick. It's an awesome group of one-shots based on adventures of the Doctor and Donna Noble. And the author does take prompts.

ErinKenobi2893: Oh, yeah. Slap fights for the win. XD Especially if Jack's involved, huh? Don't worry; I'll get to your prompt soon! And my sister and I agreed that if there was a food that gave 10 a sugar rush, it would be circus peanuts. If he eats more than a bag of circus peanuts in one sitting, then all hope for his sanity is completely lost.

Lovemuffin: Love the username, by the by. So sorry that this is late, but at least I got around to actually doing your prompt! Yay, me!

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or any of its characters.

Writing Prompt #41: Locked Out

Characters: 10th Doctor, Rose Tyler

Shippings: 10/Rose

Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Friendship/Slight Romance

Rating: K, mild K+

Prompted by: Lovemuffin

Summary: The 10th Doctor becomes angry with Rose, and accidently does something that makes her run into the depths of the TARDIS- where she gets lost! Can the Doctor find her and make things right?

Note: This is going to be Part 1.

Rose Tyler didn't stop running, even when her breaths were coming as gasps. Not even when her legs, already sore from a full day of speeding around a planet on foot, felt like jelly. She spun on her heel, disappearing down another twist in the TARDIS hallway. Only after a few more minutes of desperate dashing did she finally come to a stop. Sliding down the green wall, she panted for breath, pushing her golden hair back behind her shoulders.

What had she done wrong?

Rose scrunched into a ball, feeling wet tears beginning to slip down her cheeks. Again and again she heard the Doctor's voice replaying in her mind; a broken track repeating the one bad song on a record.

"What are you doing in here?"

She could still see his eyes - usually so cheery and sparking with life – looking at her with a cold, dead stare. His hands balling into shaking fists; his face contorting as confusion and shock turned to livid rage.

"No one is allowed in here." The Doctor's voice had been quiet, barely more than a whisper. But she could feel the force of his anger behind it. She had seen the hurt, the cold gleam of fury; he had looked…betrayed.

Rose sighed shakily as her silent tears ran their course. Even the familiar hum of the TARDIS sounded more like a buzz. No doubt the ship was simply mirroring the emotions that her master was feeling at that moment.

Never before had he lashed out at her like that. The fury of a Time Lord…he had only ever directed it at his enemies. Never her.

"GET OUT!" The last phrase was almost a scream. He gestured sharply to the door. Without another word, Rose ducked past him and out of the room. Her quick pace turned into a jog, and then a run. Anything to get away from that awful situation.

He didn't go after her.

Rose stood up and glanced around her. Now that she wasn't concentrating on her fallout with the Doctor, it didn't take too long for her to realize that she had no idea where she was. The TARDIS was a massive ship; and what was more, it was able to change out rooms and shift the interior around. Had she run for miles? Was she going in a circle? Which way was the way back out?

For a moment, Rose was struck with fear. Stuck in the largest ship in the universe, with no knowledge of her many passages and rooms. And if the Doctor was that angry with her, would he come to find her if she didn't show up? Fiercely, she shoved this last question aside.

"Don't think like that," she berated herself. "The Doctor's angry, but he'd never just leave you." Somewhat comforted by this fact, Rose took a deep breath and surveyed her surroundings again. OK. She was in a hallway. What else? There were several doors, both on the right and the left. Squaring her shoulders, Rose approached the nearest door to her left. It was the TARDIS, after all; what's the worst that could happen?

Rose Tyler might have smiled if she had known why the TARDIS had been buzzing. It was an aggravated noise, true. But it hadn't been directed at her.

"She shouldn't have come in here," the Doctor was saying. He was sitting on the tiled floor of a TARDIS room. It was a wide, circular room with a domed ceiling. The walls were painted an array of colors, but mostly oranges and reds, with splashes of gold and dark blue. And on every surface, etched carefully into the walls and roof, and even parts of the floor, were circles. Circles filled with lines and small symbols; the writing of the Time Lords.

The Doctor was tracing one of these circles with his finger as he spoke, seemingly addressing the nearest wall. Just as he finished his sentence, the TARDIS emitted another hum. To anyone who'd been traveling with the Doctor for a while, it would've become instantly apparent that the alien was conversing with the ship itself. He sighed, standing up and brushing off his brown suit.

"I don't know why she was in here, or how she even got here in the first place. It should be locked!"

Another hum from the ship.

It could have been an accident. You know how your strays are.

"Oi! Rose isn't a stray!"

If you don't know how or why she was there, then why were you so harsh on her?

The Doctor, ever-ready with responses, opened his mouth, but had to shut it again. He paused, tapping his fingers listlessly against his thigh. The TARDIS fell silent, as if waiting for his answer. When he finally found words, they came out in an almost-whisper.

"You know why I got angry. Any other room; I wouldn't have cared. But this…" he broke off, unable to finish. The noise that followed this statement sounded like a mix between a croon and a purr. It was gentle, soothing, understanding.

Go to her.

The Doctor ran his fingers along the carved words, tongue running over his teeth. Finally he turned, tilting his head up towards the ceiling.

"Alright. You win."

The TARDIS thrummed a deep, musical note. She sounded not only pleased, but also encouraging. Running his hands through his thick brown hair, the Doctor grabbed his trenchcoat from where he had let it drop in a rumpled heap on the floor. Then he stepped out of the room, making sure to lock the door behind him.

To Be Continued…In Part 2!