The Doctor stormed into the TARDIS, making certain that the doors slammed shut behind him. That pompous, stuck up Brigadier and his stupid Geneva! As if he cared enough to throw himself about just for them. Didn't they realise he had better things to do?! He was a Time Lord after all. The nerve
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Sighing, she pushed open the door to the main control room, ready to sweep on down the staircase and fix the navigation for the Time Lord.
"Really, I put the coordinates in for Storm - " she cut herself as she entered, almost stumbling when she didn't go down a step, but rather her boot hit a hard floor. Catching herself, she stared ahead of her. The rusted amber of the TARDIS console was gone, instead replaced with a cool, grey interior, all neat lines and open space.
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"Who're you?" he asked rudely. Of course, the Doctor is a gentleman of grace and good manners but as far as he was concerned, this was a stowaway. And he didn't like stowaways. Especially from UNIT HQ.
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She walked close enough until she was on the other side of the console, still staring at him before she breathed out a soft sound of disbelief, shaking her head as she smiled. This was ridiculous, mad impossible! And yet, wasn't that everything the Doctor ever was?
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"And you seem to know who I am. How did you get in here?" the Doctor was becoming more and more irritated. "I suppose one of those idiotic soldiers promised you a ride through the stars or something similar."
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"I walked in through the door," she replied, reaching him and walking a circle around his form as she studied his appearance as much as he studied hers. She grinned as she took in the velvet jacket, the frilled shirt, the familiar addition of a bowtie. "Oh, now this is precious. Look at you!" she said fondly, beaming.
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"But how did you get into the TARDIS to walk through the door?" The Doctor battered a hand in the air, waving off her patronising comment.
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"I was already on board," she explained. "I was returning to the control room when the Cloister Bell sounded and I came in to find a completely different console. I'd say the TARDIS is playing games with us, but this is too risky, even for her."
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Hesitating, the Doctor moved back to the console. He held her in his sights for as long as he could before turning his back to her to check another dial, another screen, more readings. Each time he moved around the console, he through her a glance before looking back down at what he was doing. There was something strange going on but the TARDIS wasn't revealing anything more than the thing being unusual. Which wasn't exactly helpful.
"Can I at least have your name if you won't tell me how you go on board?" he asked, looking at her from the other side of the column, which had stopped dead.
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"Dr River Song," she said without glancing up, and that was as much as she was going to tell him. The TARDIS wouldn't allow them to meet if it was causing a paradox, and she had faith the old girl knew what she was doing.
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Of course, the Doctor referred to whatever was wrong with the TARDIS. It was perfectly fine until just before she'd arrived, so he can't imagine what else would be the cause. Certainly nothing of his doing. As the Doctor spoke, he continued fiddling with instruments and dials, trying to get the TARDIS back into a more stable state.
"So I think you'd best tell me how you got to be on board my ship!"
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She looked towards him, tossing her hair out of his face and giving him a cool look, though her eyes sparkled with mischief. "I told you, Doctor. I entered through the door. But what could have caused this? Are your shields down? Are you going to leave the shields down?"
She sighed, looking down at the screen and tapping on the keyboard. "Thankfully, it looks like there's only one TARDIS present. We must have crossed paths at exactly the same moment in the exact same part of the vortex. Passed through each other, scrambled into atoms, rebuilt on the other side. Looks like the old girl accidentally put me back in the wrong TARDIS."
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"Yes," he muttered, bringing a long, aged finger to his chin in thought. She didn't give off the same energy as Time Lords did but she certainly wasn't human as he first suspected. And no human could tame the TARDIS like that.
"I've no need for shields!" he grumbled as he pulled himself from the train of thought he was quickly becoming lost in. "They only use up valuable power! But I suppose you're right about the time paths. There's no other explanation for it"
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She shook her hair from her face, continuing. "But yes, I'm right. Of course I'm right. I was right then and I'm right now." Another switch was flicked before she sighed to herself, setting a hand on her hip and cocking her head at him.
Her expression then changed into a knowing little smile as something dawned upon her, unable to show much frustration towards him for long.
"You never admit I'm right!"
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He frowned and went back to searching the control panel for some kind of answer. After another weary glance at River.
"But the TARDIS should have picked up the crossing of the time streams before it happened. Paradoxes aren't exactly tactful in nature."
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When he went back to talking about their predicament, she returned her eyes to the TARDIS screen, investigating the readings. "The Cloister Bell was a fairly big warning, although nothing could be done about it. She was forced to let it happen, otherwise I would've been dropped into the middle of the vortex and disintegrated."
She patted the column gently. "Thank you, by the way. I appreciate it even if he doesn't."
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"It isn't a question of appreciation, Miss Song. It's more of a -" the Doctor cut off, unable to finish his sentence as a crash from within the TARDIS rang out.
It sounded like one of the walls had fallen in on itself or a car had crashed into a lamp post. Neither of which were exactly giving him any positive ideas about the source of the noise. The Doctor stared at the entrance before wheeling back around to the woman.
"You haven't brought friends, have you?!"
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