» he's like fire and ice and rage. (time_lord) wrote in aternaville, @ 2009-03-29 17:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | rose tyler, the tenth doctor |
The Doctor (Ten) and Rose.
The sharp scent of copper and melted plastic permeated the console room of the TARDIS and tickled, unpleasantly, beneath his nose. Machinery whirred and whined an ominous tune beneath the Doctor’s diligent fingers as he battled with frigid coils and loose wiring beneath the control deck. The navigation circuits were misfiring again. Centuries old technology, refined by the most brilliant minds in the universe and still it had bugs. Of course, he hadn’t treated her very well, his TARDIS. All those risky adventures through time and space had really fouled the old girl up, and never mind the times he’d forgotten himself and put a mallet to her in anger. Honestly, he was rounding on his first millennium; one might think he’d have learned to take better care of his possessions by now, especially when it was the last vestige of his decimated home world and one constant companion through-out the lonely years.
The ship hissed in protest when his hands stumbled upon a particularly sensitive fuel hose. He recoiled swiftly, the faulty wiring sparking and crackling above him. The Doctor had the nerve to look surprised and then vaguely indignant at the belligerent behavior his ship was displaying. His brows furrowed together in a tight knit as his jaw unclenched and teeth loosened to free the sonic screwdriver from his mouth. “Oh, that wasn’t very nice, was it?” He said waspishly, lips pursing together as he tapped the glowing metal instrument against the surface of the console in a quiet tut-tut of annoyance. “Suppose I deserved that?” His brows raised in question, as the buttons accenting the machine lit wildly in an array of color and chirped peevishly in response.
And then the TARDIS decided to keen without warning, again. “Oi!” he roared, before the turbulence sent him reeling and saw him thundering against the adjacent wall, back first, with a very unceremonious thunk! The beeping increased twofold, a cacophony of sound echoing from wall-to-wall and it was then that the Doctor knew he was in trouble, because the ship was set to materialize in a matter of seconds . . and he hadn't input any coordinates yet.
He grit his teeth and held on, awaiting the inevitable landing. He just hoped wherever she decided to put down was at the very least on solid ground.