Who: The Doctor, Donna Noble and Martha Jones What: He's found the TARDIS and they're going to see if she'll fly Rating: PG, I assume Open: To Whoverse
It hadn't taken very long to get all of his things put together, but he had found one of his duffel bags in the closet as well as his clothes, so it was fairly easy work to get all of his things to fit inside - of course, using Time Lord technology, everything was bigger on the inside. Carrying his rather light bag out of his room, he closed the door behind him and then walked across the living room, looking around for the last time, though not really savoring anything since he hadn't really been fond of it in the first place. He had his ship now, his home, and he didn't think there were any words that he knew of at all that could sum up how happy he was, no alien language had the words.
Just when he had just about given up, he remembered walking back to the apartment that afternoon, and seeing a glimpse of blue from the corner of his eye. He hadn't gotten excited though, thinking that he was just thinking too hard and was seeing things - but then he heard it. The sound of the TARDIS - it wasn't trying to fly, but it felt like she was calling to him. He hadn't known she could do that, well, of course he knew that she was incredibly intelligent and telepathic, always there for him, but she had actually used the sounds of the universe to call him. It had perked his ears of course, making him run to her. It had even felt like his hearts had stopped completely and his breath had been taken away, he was so relieved.
Practically running down the streets, the Doctor turned the corner into the alleyway and felt his hearts speed up as he saw that the TARDIS was still there, and he hadn't been hallucinating, or that this place was playing a trick on him. She was really here. Beaming, he walked towards her and then stopped just by the doors, "Oh, I've missed you," he muttered quietly, reaching up to gently stroke the side, "Don't go disappearing without me again," he smirked, opening the door, loving the familiar squeeking sound it always made. Looking around, he felt right at home again as he walked up the ramp. He set down his duffel bag on the weird seat he had by the console and looked around. Everything looked in order, but he wouldn't look at the console until Martha and Donna came - he was just happy to have his ship back.
Feeling the familiar gentle little strokes at the back of his mind, he smiled and then ran back down the ramp, throwing his jacket over the coral as per usual and then stopping at the door. Those two should be here by now. He was so happy right now, he could kiss his ship and wouldn't even care, so, that's what he did - opening the door, he took a few steps back and looked at her, in all her beauty. Running forward, he spread his arms and hugged her, not having done it previously, he kissed the wood and felt all his worries just fade away. He wouldn't let her out of his sight again, not if he could help it. He could care less if he looked like a loon to the passersby, hugging a police box.