Post by alexandraya on Jan 15, 2012 21:10:37 GMT -8
The Doctor was frantically running around the TARDIS's console . She had been flying just fine and then;
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Another of the violent shakes threw him to the glass floor. He pulled himself back up using the leavers for, well, leverage. He began punching wildly at the various buttons and knobs, he even turned the blue boringers. The engine cut to nothing but a gentle whisper. "Now, then" He tugged the monitor down and fiddled with the switch and clacking away on the typewriter keys.
He had been going to meet the Ponds. Brunch--he had promised them--on Coritros Nine. He had assured them that the food was both delicious and entirely suited to human gastric systems. The display was refusing to give him anything. "I wish River were here" he mumbled absently, not even aware his words had been spoke aloud.
She had tiptoed into his thoughts at some point. After the Crash of the Byzantium she had taken root, and by the time she destroyed his fez he knew he had fallen in love with her. When she kissed him for the first time, he had...well he wasn't sure what he felt. It hadn't been like Roes. Rose had been soft and loving, River was like a storm, always in defiance of him, and he had, eventually after the initial awkwardness, enjoyed it immensely. And now she was his wife! Wife! He was married, to her! River Song! She frustrated him and infuriated him, and he was as in love as a giddy school boy. He often found his thought drifting towards her, how he would want her there, just to chat, and muck about, and correct him.
"Right" he spun about, back to his TARDIS, his second love, he needed to find out what was wrong.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Another of the violent shakes threw him to the glass floor. He pulled himself back up using the leavers for, well, leverage. He began punching wildly at the various buttons and knobs, he even turned the blue boringers. The engine cut to nothing but a gentle whisper. "Now, then" He tugged the monitor down and fiddled with the switch and clacking away on the typewriter keys.
He had been going to meet the Ponds. Brunch--he had promised them--on Coritros Nine. He had assured them that the food was both delicious and entirely suited to human gastric systems. The display was refusing to give him anything. "I wish River were here" he mumbled absently, not even aware his words had been spoke aloud.
She had tiptoed into his thoughts at some point. After the Crash of the Byzantium she had taken root, and by the time she destroyed his fez he knew he had fallen in love with her. When she kissed him for the first time, he had...well he wasn't sure what he felt. It hadn't been like Roes. Rose had been soft and loving, River was like a storm, always in defiance of him, and he had, eventually after the initial awkwardness, enjoyed it immensely. And now she was his wife! Wife! He was married, to her! River Song! She frustrated him and infuriated him, and he was as in love as a giddy school boy. He often found his thought drifting towards her, how he would want her there, just to chat, and muck about, and correct him.
"Right" he spun about, back to his TARDIS, his second love, he needed to find out what was wrong.
