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The Tenth Doctor (lonely_god) wrote in silverage,

This was horrible timing, absolutely horrible, but oh wasn't it typical, and there was good old Donna Noble asking questions and telling him what he could and couldn't do when he was busy, thank you very much. He didn't have time for questions, but how he had missed being bossed about by the best temp in Chiswick.

"I can die, and I will unless we find something here that can stop it. Normally I would say that if there's nothing on the TARDIS that can help then there's nothing in the universe that might, but maybe just this once I'll get lucky."

There. In Flushing Meadows. The TARDIS was picking up something that most definitely did not belong. The technology was easily more advanced than anything humanity had produced in the current century, and what's more, it was largely unfamiliar to the TARDIS as well. Those few details weren't much to go on, but at this point, the Doctor was willing to try anything. If he was wrong, he still had another twenty-three hours, at worst, to find an alternative.

"Here," he said to Donna, grabbing the rubber mallet he kept by the console and shoving it into her hands. "When I tell you hit that button with the mallet, hard as you can, but only when I tell you. Make sure you don't hit the one beside it, or you might crash us into the Statue of Liberty." That said, he hurried around to the other side of the console and programmed the TARDIS for the desired destination before putting her into flight. The engines wheezed sluggishly, as though the ship were struggling against some sort of barrier, and then abruptly fell silent again.

"What?! Oh no. No no no no no. Don't do this to me!"