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UNTITLED (for now)
by fireworkfiasco and amaliak
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Now not only is there a story, but there's gifs.
UNTITLED (for now)
by fireworkfiasco and amaliak
( Read more... )
"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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"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....
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