Home Sweet TARDIS
WHO: Team Tardis and transporters
WHEN: Day 37, Mid morning
WHERE: TARDIS
INVITED: Those going to the TARDIS
STATUS: Complete
“Yes, she’s a ship,” the Doctor answered Damon as he unlocked the door and held it open for Rose.
She practically danced inside, then called back out, “Come on then. Have a look so you can enjoy the look on the faces of the rest, then.”
She waited inside with her back to the consol. The familiar hum, the comforting atmosphere, the scent of oil, metal and something pleasantly organic. It was home.
She felt a mental welcome and she tried to send a mental hug back.
She watched the wide eyes and looks of disbelief on the faces of the others as she heard them step up the metal of the ramp. They didn't seem to know where to look.
"An' this is just the consol room. When she's running on full she seems to go on forever. Isn't she great?" Rose was beaming. She felt the surge of affection from the Doctor. She couldn't be as proud of the ship as he was, but she was a close second.
It didn’t matter if there was now one more TARDIS out there. She was still special. Her mish-mash of odd parts and converted whatsits gave her character and a kind of charm that couldn’t be faked.