Do-do-do-do do-do-do-do do-do-do-do
OOOOWEEEOOOOOOOOOO!
*ahem*... sorry 'bout that. Just got a bit enthusiastic.
Being inside the TARDIS was indescribable. The amount of energy the angel had felt from outside the box was nothing compared to what surrounded him now. The energy in here was not only stronger but also more… alive. It wasn't exactly sentient but it had will, it had intent. The only apt description he could think of was that the TARDIS had a soul. The overall effect left him feeling a little drunk.
The angel wobbled unsteadily on his feet as the TARDIS rocked back and forth. The Doctor was running around the central console, grinning like a lunatic. The angel got the feeling he actually enjoyed it when he flew like this. And he wouldn't shut up. Half of what he was yammering on about didn't register to the angel, who was still busy trying to stay upright. Something about travelling everywhere and not wandering off possibly. He'd figure out the specifics after his head stopped spinning.
"Doctor," he yelled over the groaning, wheezing sound of the engines. "Could you please fly straight for five minutes?"
"Don't worry," the Doctor said, actually climbing over the console to reach a lever. "We're almost… there!" There was a thud and the entire ship shuddered, sending the angel to the ground. He groaned a little as his head swam. The Doctor stepped up beside him and offered a hand. The angel glared for a second then took the hand, allowing the Doctor to pull him to his feet.
"Where are we?" he asked. The Doctor grinned.
"Why don't you go see for yourself?" he asked, jerking his head at the door. The angel raised an eyebrow, then marched up to the doors and pulled them open, stepping out into the bright sunlit. Graceful, flowing buildings lined either side of the street, white walls gleaming in the sun. A row of trees was planted down the middle of the road and dozens of people wandered along, gazing through the windows at the goods on display. Apparently the TARDIS had landed in the middle of this place's shopping area. No one seemed to have noticed it landing, which the angel thought was odd.
"The planet Centuria," The Doctor said as he stepped out behind the angel. "Early forty seventh century. And this is the city of New London. Well technically it's New New New New London but no one seems to mind."
"Why here?"
"Well, at about this time there was a fad going about for body modifications. Means you won't stand out with the wings."
"Hmm, good thinking. So what do we do now?" The Doctor shrugged.
"You hungry?" he asked. Then he frowned. "Actually for that matter can you eat?"
The angel nodded. "I can eat physical food. I never have before though. I never really needed to."
"Come on then," the Doctor said. "Let's go find something to eat. Oh hang on, we'll need money first." He looked around for a moment and spotted a credit terminal. He walked over to it, the angel trailing after him, and pulled out his sonic screwdriver. With a quick interface the terminal spat out palm sized steel chip. "Credit chip," the Doctor said, turning back to the angel. "Now then… um… Sorry, I just realised. What's your name?"
The angel blinked, hesitated then shrugged. "I… don't have one. I've never needed one before."
"Hmm." The Doctor thought for a moment. "Well, we'll have to figure that out later. Anyway I was going to ask what you wanted to try."
"Uh… I don't know… how about… that place there?"
"Good idea. Come on."
"Just go on," the Doctor grinned as the angel looked cautiously at the burger in his hands. "Go on take a bite."
The angel hesitated then raised the burger to his mouth and took a small nibble. Then a bigger one. Then finally a proper bite. His eyes widened as he chewed to mouthful. "This is delicious," the mumbled, taking another bite.
The Doctor grinned as the angel proceeded to stuff his face.
The Doctor stood with his arms crossed while the angel vomited nosily into a bin. After a minute or two he slowly stood back up, wiping the corners of his mouth.
"Never eating again," he croaked. "That was horrible."
"You enjoyed eating at the time though, right?" The Doctor said with an encouraging smile. The angel gave him a glare. "Look it probably only happened because your system isn't used to having to digest food like that. And you did eat quite a lot." The angel grumbled something unintelligible. "Hey, why don't we get something to drink? Help get the taste out of your mouth."
"This is quite nice," the angel said as he drank his smoothie. "It's very sweet and tart at the same time."
"Jarva must have had quite the vocabulary," the Doctor observed. The angel shrugged.
"Some of it's from him, some of it I actually got from you," the angel said. He noticed the Doctor's alarmed look and sighed. "It wasn't a thing I deliberately did. It's just a side effect of mind walking, what you call telepathy. Some slight background information absorption, nothing more." The angel took another sip of the smoothie. "Mm, this is really good."
The Doctor stood with his arms crossed outside a closed stall in a public restroom. The door opened and the angel popped his head out.
"I have to aim what at the what?"
The Doctor noticed the grin on the angel's face. He finally seemed to be cheering up if a smile was any way to judge.
"Where else should we go?" the angel asked.
The Doctor thought for a second before saying, "Tell you what, why don't you do some shopping for a little? I'll head back to the TARDIS and wait for you there. Here's the credit chip, try not to spend it all."
The angel caught the chip that was tossed to him and gave another grin. "Don't leave without me."
"Wouldn't dream of it."
The angel watched as the Doctor walked back down the street before looking around, wondering which shop to go to next. He wasn't interested in any more food or drink. What else was there? He wandered along, eyeing everything in the windows for something of interest.
"Oh my heavens," someone cried. A woman came marching out of a nearby store, heading straight for the angel. Her suit and heels were immaculate and fit her perfectly, her dark brown hair intricately styled. She stopped before the angel and looked him up and down critically. She shook her head.
"Darling, ancient Greek robes went out of style last year," she said. "You simply must get into something more fashionable."
The angel, completely wrong-footed, looked down at his robe. "But this is all I have," he said dumbly. The strange lady gasped, horrified.
"Then you need to come into my shop right away," she said, grabbing the angel by the hand and pulling him forward. The angel, still having no idea what was happening, allowed himself to be led across the street and into her store. Racks upon racks of clothes covered the walls, and even more racks were laid out across the floor. The lady released his hand and turned. "Welcome to Madame Lysande's Clothing Emporium. We'll fit anyone, no matter what size, shape or species. Now darling, what's our name?"
"Um… I don't have one."
Madame Lysande looked surprised. "Don't be silly," she said. "Of course you must have a name." The angel shook his head. "Really?" She frowned. "How odd." Then she smiled. "I shall simply have to come up with one for you then."
The angel's eyes widened. "Oh, no you really don't have to-"
"Oh don't make a fuss dear," Lysande said. "Now stay still so I can think." The angel sighed and did as she said, feeling uncomfortable. Lysande looked him up and down, chewing lightly on a nail as she did. For several long minutes she stood there deep in thought.
"How about Alexander Silver?" she asked.
The angel blinked. "Um… I guess it's nice…"
"Oh no, you're not seeing the beauty of it," Lysande said, looking very excited. "I chose Alexander because of the stone Alexandrite, which changes colour depending on the light, sort of like what happens with your eyes. I love those, by the way, and the wings. Where did you get them done? Sorry, I'm getting distracted. Where was I? Oh, yes, silver I chose simply because of your hair colour. So, do you like it?" She gave him an expectant smile.
"Um… I guess."
Lysande shrugged. "It's only a suggestion, you don't actually have to use it. But I think it fits you perfectly. Now let's see about those clothes." Before the angel could react she'd grabbed his hand and pulled him deeper into the shop, grabbing many articles of clothing of the racks as she went.
The Doctor hummed as he walked up to the TARDIS. That should keep him busy for a bit, he thought as he unlocked the door. He stepped into the box, closing the door behind him, and threw his trench coat over the railings. He flicked a couple of switches on the console and brought the monitor around.
"Where should I go next," he said to himself, already searching through a list of places and times. "New Delta is nice. Ooh, surfing the plasma waves of Limura Five. Or maybe… hang on." He frowned and leaned closer to the monitor, fiddling with the controls. "That's interesting. That's definitely not supposed to be there. Should probably leave it alone." He stood still for maybe two seconds before grinning and rushing out the door, grabbing his coat as he did. Just a little investigation, he reasoned. It shouldn't take too long.
"Now that's very nice," Lysande said. "It's a bit of a retro look but I think it'll be coming back soon."
The angel tilted his head as he looked at his reflection. The sleeveless hoodie and white t-shirt were perfectly fitted, with holes in the back for his wings. The cuffs of his dark blue jeans were tucked into a pair of black, calf-length boots.
"Yeah," he said. "It is kinda nice." A thought occurred to him. "I don't know if I have enough money to pay for this."
"Do you have a credit chip on you?" Lysande asked. The angel nodded and passed over the chip. Lysande trotted over to the counter and ran the chip through her computer. "Someone likes you," she called. She pulled the chip from the computer and walked back over. "This chip has unlimited credits." She handed it back and smiled. "Shall we try on something different?"
"Oh, uh, no. I'm fine with this," the angel said.
"Oh come now dear. Let's find you a couple more outfits."
The angel gave a small whimper as Lysande went to find more clothes. He'd seen many terrifying things in his long life, but this woman's enthusiasm was somehow more unnerving than any of them.
An hour or so later the angel finally walked out of the Emporium, wearing the first outfit he'd tried on and carrying several bags with yet more clothes in them. "Thank you Madame Lysande," he said.
"Thank you," Lysande said. "And have a nice day Alexander." The angel gave her a questioning look over his shoulder. She shrugged. "The name really works for you." The angel grinned and gave her a wave before heading off.
A few minutes later he was back at the TARDIS. "Doctor," he called, knocking on the door. "It's me, open the door please." He paused. There was no reply. "Doctor," he said a little louder. He huffed. "Great. What's he doing in there? Doctor!" He thumped on the door, which clicked and swung open. The angel smiled and walked in. "Finally. Doctor?" He gave the console room a quickly look over, but the Time Lord was nowhere to be seen. "Hmm..."
He put his bags down near the console, looking it over carefully. Something on the screen caught his eye. It looked like a map of the surrounding area. Overlaying a large portion of it was a long red smudge, like a trail of something. "What is that?" the angel asked to no one. To his surprise the screen responded with a small beep and a label that read 'Warp Drive Radiation'. The angel sighed. "That's probably where he's gone. Moron. How long ago did he leave?" This time the question was deliberate, and he was rewarded with a beep and the screen changing to an image of the Doctor rushing out the doors. The time was shown in small numbers in the corner. "Nearly an hour ago?" the angel said. "Then where is he?" He thought for a few seconds then sighed. "I'm going to have to go get him aren't I?" The console beeped. "Fine then." He marched out of the TARDIS and took a long, deep sniff. Time Lord was a very distinctive smell, thankfully. He wouldn't be too hard to track. He closed the door and headed off, following the Doctor's scent like a bloodhound.
What do you guys think of that name? Fun fact that is actually how I came up with it. Letting you guys see a little of the creative process that goes into this thing.