Fanfiction: Doctor Who: Christmas in New York
A/N: Okay another teaser for yet another story that I am working on.... I know, I know... too many and they won't be finished. But they will. Don't really know where this one came from, had it for ages on my computer but it's never seen the light of day, until now... So far there is at least Seven Chapters, this is the first...
I know at the moment we all hate New York but this was written ages ago... I'm sorry. Please forgive me.
Enjoy. :)
Chapter One
“Ha! You beauty!” announced The Doctor triumphantly, withdrawing his head out from under the many sided control console of his mysterious Space/ Time ship the TARDIS. Bringing with him what appeared to be part of a much larger circuit originating from deep within the console. It was multicolored and attached to the TARDIS via an array of vein like cords that were pulsing a soft pink-green. He examined the circuit in front of him.
“ Hmmmm I wonder…?” a cheeky grin spread across his face, “Oh you didn't want to go to Rio did you old girl…..?” The Doctor patted the ship affectionately straightening his bow tie with the other hand, he chuckled, “Don’t worry I won’t tell Amy and Rory…”
Still chuckling he fiddled with some switches attached to the circuit, pulled out his sonic screwdriver, aimed and pressed the button, the tip glowed a bright green. There was an immediate angry thrum from above his head, and some controls on the console switched and moved of their own accord.
“Oops. Sorry Dear,” The Doctor flicked more switches on the circuit and listened intently to the hum of the TARDIS instruments waiting for a change. Without warning the entire control room gave a huge sideways lurch and the angry thrum returned with a new vigor.
Through the persistent strumming of the engines came a woman’s voice, “Doctor! What on Earth is going on?” with a soft Scottish accent, easily rising above the ships sickened hum. The voice was followed by its owner, a tall, beautiful, red haired woman. Amy Pond staggered into the room followed by her husband Rory. He had his hands over his ears in an attempt to cut out the rising volume of the clash of the TARDIS instruments.
“We’re not on Earth anymore, Amy, remember?” shouted Rory, eyeing their time lord friend through the glass floor. Sitting there in his red pinstriped shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, bow tie askew and floppy fringe, he looked every bit the madman with a box that had filled Amy’s imagination as a child.
Hanging from his hammock, The Doctor grinned wildly up at the both of them, he was in the middle of bunches of wires and other assortments of alien technology attached to the underside of the console.
“Well we aren't anymore though if you are missing your home planet, Amy, I can…” again the control room shook violently throwing Amy and Rory towards the center console. The Doctor himself was over turned from his hammock, thrown across the floor and slammed hard against the wall.
“Ooof!” the Doctor gingerly picked himself up and jumped up the stairs leading to the main control area three at a time.
“Doctor?!” Amy shouted above the now defining noise of the groaning of ancient engines.
The Doctor flew past her and flicked switches and other controls that seemed to be completely at random. He was running in circles around the room, his usually floppy hair sticking up on his head as though charged with static electricity. Amy saw the glimpse of a pained expression on his face and stopping as suddenly as he had begun; The Doctor reached out and held his hand to the time rotor murmuring something under his breath, too soft for it to be heard above the din. Immediately the TARDIS strained engine noises ceased and the gentle vibrating returned to normal.
Amy and Rory helped each other climb to their feet, “Again, for lack of a better word… Ow!” Rory rubbed his backside.
“See no need to panic, just a little blip in the vortex,” the Doctor stopped in front of them and smoothed his bow tie, Rory noticed that somewhere along the way he had regained his tweed jacket, and gave another of his infectious grins.
“Just a blip?!” Rory choked, he stared at the Doctor, obviously unaffected by the grin, he looked like he was about to suffocate, “Just. A. Blip?!”
“And whose panicking exactly?” asked Amy, stepping in front of her husband, crossing her arms defiantly looking the Doctor in the eyes.. “I mean,” She continued, “we have been stuck in here for three days. What is there to be scared of?” She raised her eyebrows.
The Doctor leaned past her and adjusted different controls on the nearest console panel, avoiding eye contact with both of his companions. To Amy he looked almost disappointed that neither of them had been entirely scared at the thought of… of what exactly? Had they been about to be swallowed by the time vortex? Was that possible? Crushed to an infinitely small size, like what happened in a black hole? She hesitated, had the Doctor been scared? Really genuinely worried?’ Questions ran in circles around her head
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden clanging bell that sounded inside the control room. Amy grabbed hold of the console again as the ship gave another lurching motion, but kept her gaze on The Doctor. His head jerked towards the circular screen on the wall of the control room.
“The cloister bell!” he breathed.
Was it Amy’s imagination or did she see just a hint of fear in his eyes? She shook her head. No, she was being stupid, over reacting.
Suddenly a memory of a very first conversation with the Doctor floated to the top of her mind…
… a dark, empty childhood house, one ordinary night, one extraordinary meeting.
Words the Doctor had once said to her… “The cloister bell! Ooh the engines are phasing… a five minute jump into the future should do the trick…” His voice echoed in her head. That was the night Her Raggedy Doctor had promised to take her into the stars…
Any snapped back to reality as the Doctor jumped into action once again. Pushing past her, running frantically around the console, pulling on leavers, pressing buttons and twisting knobs, the electric fizz back in his hair.
“What -” Rory started. A piercing shriek reverberated around the control room.
The three friends gasped, covering their ears with their hands to block out the noise.
“Doctor! What’s going on?!” Rory clenched his teeth and grabbed hold of the console to prevent himself from being thrown off his feet and onto the hard floor for a second time.
“I don’t know Rory! But there it is!” The Doctor yelled back, sarcastically. Finding it just as difficult to keep balance as Rory and Amy. The two men glared at each other, Rory furious that the Doctor didn't seem able to completely control his time machine, the Doctor equally angry at the fact that Rory always had little faith in his capabilities.
Amy peered at the Doctor, was it just her imagination or did he look flushed? She felt her concern melt away replaced by a flare of anger as both the doctor and Rory continued to glare at each other, “Oh just chill won’t you?!” she expelled exasperatedly, their continuous fighting was getting annoying, if anything else.
The Doctor and Rory looked at her, but at that moment there was a blinding flash of bright white light and Amy was blinded. The last thing she heard before she lost consciousness was a shout of pain, and then darkness consumed her.
*****
The TARDIS had felt her thief crawling around inside of her console looking for that stay Inertial Warp Cronon circuit that had been causing some discomfort on her part. She felt him fiddle with the switches, then the tingling sensation of the sonic screwdriver.
A sharp jab, she changed the controls to stop herself propelling out of the vortex in the most undignified fashion.
‘Thief!’ she exclaimed telepathically, ‘Ouch!’ She felt rather than heard the reply ‘Oops, Sorry Dear’ her Thief gently tried to prod the circuit further.
‘Be caref-’ the TARDIS never finished the thought as something in her dimensional stability shifted she felt her engines grappling with the seemingly small change in positions. Vaguely she felt the two strays tumble into her control room- so fragile on their two feet she thought. Her engines groaned and the dimensions shifted again. Her Thief was at her controls attempting to stabilize the dimension shift. She shuddered, her engines strains grew in pitch and felt pain beyond measure. She screamed, her Thief cried out in his head and then she heard his whisper in Gallifreyan this comforted her and she felt the energy bursting through her engines dissipate.
There were a few moments of bliss as she relaxed and then something disconnected deep within her control matrix - she felt it shatter and a hollowness seep in. Something was wrong.
The last thing she knew was the ringing of the cloister bell and a flash of brilliant white light.
A/N: Disclaimer: I Don’t own Doctor Who or any of it’s spin offs or associated characters. Please Review - I thrive on encouragement. :D Steven I'll be sending you my resume' soon.