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by fireworkfiasco and amaliak

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Charles wasn't sure how to respond and was beginning to not like the feeling of being on unsteady ground. "I've had a great many things said to me, Doctor," Charles said carefully, doing his best to strategize the best way to deal with this man. Changing tack, he reached out looking for something else now. Not thoughts, but feelings.

If he hadn't been sitting in that chair, he would have been knocked down by the force of it.

The Doctor frowned kneeling down before him, frowning as he placed a hand on Charles' shoulder trying to steady him. "I warned you about that. It's your own fault now, isn't it?"

Charles didn't understand the Doctor, how a person could possibly carry around all of that pain and loneliness and not go completely mad. It was more than he'd ever thought he could encounter. "I'm so sorry," he managed to get out, doing his best to control his breathing.

The Doctor was still peering into his face. "You have nothing to do with it," he replied quietly. "Stop trying to take credit."

Charles didn't understand, but something in the Doctor's face changed. "What would you say if I told you I have a ship that can travel anywhere in the universe?" The Doctor smiled a bit. "Anywhere you'd like, you'd just have to point in a direction."

Charles chucked at this. "I'd say you might be mad."

The Doctor shrugged, straightening up and stepping away from Charles. "Only on Sundays." He looked around the room, his eyes traveling to the window but looking as if he saw something beyond it. "Well, it was just a thought," he turned, leaving the room as abruptly as he had arrived.

Charles didn't have time to process a thing before the Doctor poked his head back in. "Oh, did I mention that it can also travel in time?"

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"TARDIS?" Charles asked. It looked like a (rather small) police box like the ones that he'd seen all over London and Cambridge.

"Time And Relative Dimesion In Space," the Doctor was saying, the pride in his voice evident as he bounced over the yellow flowers and towards the door labeled 'Pull to Open'. "Fantastic." The Doctor pushed open the door and disappeared inside, letting Charles catch only a glimpse of what was inside.

Was it possible that this madman was telling the truth? Charles' rational mind rebelled against the idea. But the hope...oh the hope within him is what kept him there, waiting.

The Doctor opened the door again, standing at the doorway expectantly. "Right then, are you coming or what?" he asked, his voice impatient.

Charles contemplated his situation. The wheelchair couldn't make it across the flowerbed, undoubtably sinking in the soft dirt with just the feeble force that his arms could push it. The Doctor seemed to realize the situation. "Ah, right."

He bounded over on long legs, digging in the pocket of his leather coat for something. He produced a small gadget, one that looked almost like a pen, and pointing at Charles' chair with a buzzing sound a blue light. "That should do it, then," the Doctor exclaimed.

"Do what?" Charles asked, confused.

"See this?" the Doctor held up the gadget. "Just made your chair a little more sonic. Just run your finger up the arm rest like this," the Doctor ran one finger smoothly up the armrest and the chair suddenly lunged forward, right up to the door of the TARDIS. "And if you run it back," he ran his finger down a ways, "It goes back. Try."

Charles couldn't quite believe it, but did as instructed, moving his finger ever so slightly up the arm rest, feeling the chair in forward effortlessly on the unsteady ground. He laughed at this, amazed and wondering at the possibilities that might lie ahead.

The Doctor was holding open the door and Charles moved inside, marveling at the structure.

"It's bigger on the inside," he commented, looking around the cavernous ship that didn't as of yet seem quite real.

The Doctor grinned. "Like I said: a theme."

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"The past," he replied immediately, before he could really check himself. Wouldn't do to reveal his hand just yet.

"Right!" the Doctor was saying, pulling at levels and fiddling here and there. "Anywhere nice? Gay twenties maybe? Or do you feel like a Roman holiday?" The Doctor was bubbling with energy, being in his element entirely, laughing at his own cleverness.

"No," Charles answered carefully. "Poland. 1940."

TBC....