Symptoms- Headache, running nose, earache, sore throat. Self-diagnosis- cold. So much for posting every day, but I going to try anyway. Until I get better, I'll probably not be able to post as much.
The Doctor
Once the everybody sorted everybody's name, the Doctor set to work. He had to admit though, he was a little disappointed at learn what his own name sounded like in English. It sounded sorta box-y, not at all flowing like in his own language.
The Doctor got straight to working on the console and the translation circuit as the Ponds went off with River, probably to eat supper, and he was a little surprised when Amy stood beside him, tapping her foot impatiently, River by her side, hands on her hips.
"What?" He asked and looked at River. She said something to Amy before scribbling something on paper and handing it to him.
Aren't you coming to dinner?
"I'm busy." The Doctor said before taking the pen and flipping the note over and scribbled something back. He handed it to River and rolled back under the TARDIS console and continued working.
The Ponds
"'I'm busy; just leave something out.'" River said, reading the note out loud to Amy. "We might as well, there isn't anything we can say to get him to stop working."
"Yeah." Amy said. "You're right, let's go and see if the spaghetti is done." She said and the two walked away to the kitchen.
It was late at night, or at least her concept of night, when Amy was woken by a very loud metallic screeching. She sat up in bed, trying to decide whether it was all in her head or real; another loud scraping sound followed by familiar wheezing confirmed her suspicions. It was definitely not in her head.
"Rory!" Amy whispered and elbowed her sleeping husband. "Wake up!"
"What's the matter?" Rory asked, sleep heavy in eyes. He wanted nothing more than to just roll over and go back to sleep for at least a few more hours.
"Something's wrong." She whispered urgently back to him.
"It's probably the just the Doctor..." Rory yawned as his eyelids started to fall.
"Hey, stupid! Wake up!" Amy whispered as she elbowed Rory roughful in the side.
"Ow! What was that for?" Rory said as he sat up and rubbed his side. Amy had a really strong elbow.
"We should go check on the Doctor." Amy whispered as she started to get out of bed.
"Amy, he's probably fine..." Rory reasoned, trying to get Amy to let him go back to sleep.
"Come with me." Amy whispered.
"Can't it wait till morning?"
"Rory!" Amy said in her 'I'm-your-wife-so-listen-to-me' tone. Rory sighed and got out of bed and joined his wife.
The Doctor
"What are you doing?" The Doctor asked the TARDIS quietly. She was making a strange screeching sound that could not be good, so the Doctor landed her at the Pond's house as fast as he could.
In his head, the TARDIS was flooding him with a wave of emotions, but the Doctor couldn't make sense of them. Everything was all at once and the Doctor had a hard time keeping them straight.
"What's the matter?" The Doctor asked his old girl. She groaned in response, her gears and hydraulics providing the noise, and the Doctor knew something was terribly wrong with her. As he tried to figure out what was causing her to fit so, the Ponds walked in, still in their pajamas and said something to the Doctor.
"What?" The Doctor asked.
Amy responded, probably asking what was wrong. The Doctor throw his arms up in a frustrated I-don't-know gesture.
"Go get River." The Doctor said and the Ponds just stood there. "River!" He said slowly and pointed down the hall with a frustrated groan. Finally Rory seemed to understand the Doctor because he said something to Amy and went down the hall, hopefully to fetch River.
Amy sat down on the chair next to the console with a sigh and watched as the Doctor scooted himself halfway under the console to reach some hard to get to wires.
The Ponds
Rory returned with River about twenty or so minutes after the Doctor presumable sent him to fetch her. It was hard to understand the Doctor and he seemed grumpier than usual, which was probably because of frustration. River sighed when she saw the Doctor working diligently under the console, only his lower half visible. She tapped the Doctor's leg and his upper half appeared, face mixed between a cross, pained and frustrated expression. She took out a pen and paper and wrote.
Something the matter, sweetie?
She handed the Doctor the note and he read it over. After he took the pen from her he used the console as a hard surface to write back. He thought for a moment before scribbling something back, handing it to River and crawling back under the console.
There's something very wrong with the TARDIS, so I landed us at the Pond's house to stay for a while.
"What does it say, River?" Amy asked as she looked over the paper. It was all nonsense to her.
"It basically says that the TARDIS isn't working well and he's landed us at your place for the time."
"How long will it take to fix?" Rory asked. Although he was glad to be home, he doubted that it would last long.
"Probably a week or so." River answered, looking at the screen attached to the console. "In the meantime, let's hope for no alien invasions."
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