"What's your Capsule doing in my closet?" a rather indignant blonde girl says from the doorway to the bedroom that the Doctor's now surveying. She's got her arms crossed over her chest and is scowling adorably.
Oh. Oh. Now that's... odd. Cara tilts her head a little, curiously - a movement much more reminiscent of her father than her mother, and steps towards him. "You... you're wrong. In the wrong point of the timeline, I mean," she clarifies, because it's nothing about him personally, just... he's out of place, and she can sense them. "How did you get here?"
He stops. He's halfway inside the TARDIS. If he slammed the door shut now and ran for the controls, she wouldn't very well be able to stop him. Probably.
"Yes, I am. So I should leave." He says it in that calm, patient time, like he's trying to talk sense into a small child. ...She's so young, and this isn't fair. Like it ever is.
She always was quick, though, Doctor, remember? Quick enough that she's slipped past him and into the TARDIS before she even responds.
"I'll have you know I'm two exams from finishing at the academy, so don't take that tone with me. Is this a Type 40? I've never gotten to see one up close, they're not used very often anymore. They've mostly been training us on the Type 51Delta. Where's the rest of the crew? Surely you couldn't fly this all on your own! Some of the newer ones have four-pilot controls, but this is a classic..."
Yes, she is poking at the display, Doctor. Might want to look to that.
The Doctor yelps - it's been so long since he's been around her that he hadn't really anticipated her just ducking around him. Also not fair, though in a completely different way.
"That... you can't... You need to get out of my TARDIS." Pause. "Please."
He is just going to stand here by the door looking very serious and authoritative and OH GOD SHE CANNOT TOUCH THE CONTROLS. He bolts up the ramp to the console, holding up a finger to scold her. "Don't. Touch. Anything."
As if she ever listened to him. She's her mother's daughter.
Cara raises a dubious eyebrow, shifting her glance from his face to his fingertip very slowly and deliberately, before turning back to the displays. She is clearly not impressed.
Her mother's daughter, indeed.
"Don't worry, I'm not planning on doing any more than looking at the general diagnostics, and I'm top of my class, so unless you have completely rewired the controls with absolutely no logic or reason, nothing's going to happen."
...About that, Cara...
She stops, though, and frowns, processing something. "Your... 'TARDIS'? What's that mean, then?"
"Time And - actually, I probably shouldn't tell you that." The person who makes up that name won't even be born for... he's not even sure how long. This is not happening, and he can pretend it's not just as soon as he gets her off his ship.
He grabs her by the shoulders - she is, at the very least, smaller than he is - and starts to propel her toward the door. "Out. Now. I told you, you can't be here. And neither can I, so will you please let me leave?"
"I'm not going to turn you in to the Council, if that's what you're worried about," she says, and twists out of his grasp and darts back to the console. "But you've punched through the timeline barriers somehow, and that's interesting, and I'm only going to run a diagnostic, anyhow," she finishes, pressing the diagnostic program start button.
Or... what used to be the diagnostic program start button, and is even still labelled as the diagnostic program start button, but is now... something else.
As the rotor starts up, Cara's eyes go wide, and she whirls on the Doctor. "What did you do?" she demands.
"I told you not to touch anything!" It's half protest, half-accusation, and he's already running to the console to try to make it stop flying. If he leaves this timestream, he's not positive he'll be able to get back, and he needs to get back so he can leave her behind.
He darts around the console, flipping switches and levers, murmuring quiet pleas to the TARDIS to just wait a moment before she takes off... and none of it's stopping the rotor. He growls a little and glances to the button she hit. It's been so long since he rewired the console, he can't remember where the diagnostics were supposed to be...
Oh. He turned that one into the random destination button. NATURALLY.
Cara steps back, eyes wide with... well, possibly fear, or possibly just trepidation, and her mouth set into a thin line as she watches the Doctor scramble around. The TARDIS comes to a stop eventually, wherever that may be, and by the time he looks back to her, she's got her arms crossed over her chest and is glaring at him like this is all his fault.
"Oi!" he snaps, still racing around the console and trying to get the TARDIS to go back, damn it. "I wasn't the one who pushed the button, was I?" No. That would be you, Cara, and that is why you should always listen to your father. ...if you ask him.
"Well, I wasn't the one who rewired the console so that any basic maintenance would send us flying through the vortex!" she retorts. ...She's got a point, Doctor. You had the random button wired up long before the destruction of Gallifrey.
The rotor slows, and then stops. Cara glares at him a bit. "When and where are we?" she asks. "And while you're answering questions, who are you and how did you manage to get through the barriers into Gallifrey outside your own timeline?"
"I don't need basic maintenance," the Doctor snaps, pausing at one of the panels to work furiously at the controls for a moment, eyes fixed firmly on that instead of her. He frowns a little, tilts his head to one side and amends, "Well, alright, I do, but I manage just fine on my own. No one has to touch my TARDIS but me, and that is really... for the..."
He stops talking as the rotor slows down, and he looks up at it with an almost betrayed expression. He gets the feeling the TARDIS doesn't much care how he looks at her.
"...best," he finishes weakly, and sighs, leaning around the time rotor to look at her again. "And as for your questions, I don't know, I don't know, and again, I really do not know. ...no, wait, back up - what do you mean, who am I?"
...here, Doctor. Have some old memories.
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Timeline. Reality. Whatever. His being here right now could not be more wrong. He's just going to... go.
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Puzzles are what baby Time Ladies like mostest.
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"Yes, I am. So I should leave." He says it in that calm, patient time, like he's trying to talk sense into a small child. ...She's so young, and this isn't fair. Like it ever is.
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"I'll have you know I'm two exams from finishing at the academy, so don't take that tone with me. Is this a Type 40? I've never gotten to see one up close, they're not used very often anymore. They've mostly been training us on the Type 51Delta. Where's the rest of the crew? Surely you couldn't fly this all on your own! Some of the newer ones have four-pilot controls, but this is a classic..."
Yes, she is poking at the display, Doctor. Might want to look to that.
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"That... you can't... You need to get out of my TARDIS." Pause. "Please."
He is just going to stand here by the door looking very serious and authoritative and OH GOD SHE CANNOT TOUCH THE CONTROLS. He bolts up the ramp to the console, holding up a finger to scold her. "Don't. Touch. Anything."
As if she ever listened to him. She's her mother's daughter.
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Her mother's daughter, indeed.
"Don't worry, I'm not planning on doing any more than looking at the general diagnostics, and I'm top of my class, so unless you have completely rewired the controls with absolutely no logic or reason, nothing's going to happen."
...About that, Cara...
She stops, though, and frowns, processing something. "Your... 'TARDIS'? What's that mean, then?"
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He grabs her by the shoulders - she is, at the very least, smaller than he is - and starts to propel her toward the door. "Out. Now. I told you, you can't be here. And neither can I, so will you please let me leave?"
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Or... what used to be the diagnostic program start button, and is even still labelled as the diagnostic program start button, but is now... something else.
As the rotor starts up, Cara's eyes go wide, and she whirls on the Doctor. "What did you do?" she demands.
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He darts around the console, flipping switches and levers, murmuring quiet pleas to the TARDIS to just wait a moment before she takes off... and none of it's stopping the rotor. He growls a little and glances to the button she hit. It's been so long since he rewired the console, he can't remember where the diagnostics were supposed to be...
Oh. He turned that one into the random destination button. NATURALLY.
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"How much of an idiot are you?" she demands.
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The rotor slows, and then stops. Cara glares at him a bit. "When and where are we?" she asks. "And while you're answering questions, who are you and how did you manage to get through the barriers into Gallifrey outside your own timeline?"
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He stops talking as the rotor slows down, and he looks up at it with an almost betrayed expression. He gets the feeling the TARDIS doesn't much care how he looks at her.
"...best," he finishes weakly, and sighs, leaning around the time rotor to look at her again. "And as for your questions, I don't know, I don't know, and again, I really do not know. ...no, wait, back up - what do you mean, who am I?"
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