Traveling Through Time and Space 2/?
Traveling Through Time and Space
Chapter 2- Confessions and Realizations
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, Torchwood or any of the tv shows characters (even though RTD does not deserve to own them after how he wrote COE).
Author Note: So far, this is not a cross-over fiction but it will become one either in the next chapter or the one after that. I don't exactly know where I'm going with this story so I might stop writing it. So, please, if you happen to like the plot (not that there is much of one yet), please tell me so I know at least one person likes this story. And thanks to my wonderful beta tempusdominus10 .
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The TARDIS was amazing-- no, brilliant. How dare I think of understatement about such a supreme being? It was simple: I wasn’t thinking straight; the complete and utter brilliance of her made me incapable of doing anything of the kind.
Quickly dismissing the thought of under-stating the TARDIS, I took in more of my surroundings. I swept my gaze over the grated floors, the console in the center, and the pump mounted on top of the console. I captured all of the brilliance of the TARDIS and stored it in the back of my mind for later.
After a few more moments of looking around, I caught the Doctor’s eyes-- or rather, her caught mine. His chocolate-brown eyes stared into mine, showing both interest and curiosity, before flickering to the space behind me. I noticed his eyebrows raise, completing his ever-so-curious-and-I’m-thinking look, clearly looking behind me.
Wondering why Shai was so quiet, and why the Doctor seemed to be looking at the space she occupied, I started to turn around. Just as I had turned 90 degrees, the Doctor snapped out of his trance.
‘Oh.. Ok. So… what do you think?’ He asked enthusiastically, smiling like an idiot and gesturing to nowhere in particular.
Swiveling, I took in everything I could of the TARDIS console room, and when I got back to the Doctor, I let him have it. Respectfully, of course. It’s not every day you get to see your favorite, pathetically hot Time Traveling Alien.
‘She’s beautiful! A true work of art!’ I exclaimed, feeling giddy.
‘Wait, what?’ Shai’s voice pierced the abrupt silence behind me, ‘It’s bigger on the inside!’ I turned to glance at Shai and noticed her deep in thought.
A little bit of showing off never really hurts, my mind prodded; but it didn’t really matter, I already had made up my mind.
‘Yeah, don’t you remember, I told you. Remember- beautiful Gallifreyan fabric!’
‘No…’ she started, ‘Oh, wait, yes I do! Blue police box, the Doctor, TARDIS,. Yeah, I remember.’
‘Oh, good, I thought I’d have to explain it to yet another,’ the Time Lord chipped in.
‘So, before we’re off, why don’t you tell me your story?’ the skinny man suggested, gesturing towards two chairs a few meters away. The Time Lord strolled over to the chairs, but, instead of sitting down, he leaned on the TARDIS console.
‘Oh, what a gentleman,’ I thought before I could catch myself.
Then I noticed the Doctor was glancing over at us-- not quite impatient, just expecting us to follow. That caused me to snap out of my foggy maze of thoughts. So, not wanting to keep the Time Lord waiting, I straightened myself out and walked over to the sitting area; Shai, -who must have taken the hint as well-shortly following.
As I sat down, I drew in a deep breath and let it out heavily. Did Shai really expect me to explain everything?
‘Okay, Shai, you start. How about you tell him how we got here and all that. Then, after you’re done, I’ll tell him everything I know about him and Torchwood, okay?’
‘Um... sure,’ she answered wearily, glancing at the Doctor before starting. Soon, Shai had described all she knew; from falling asleep to ending up in the middle of the center.
I politely corrected her once or twice, knowing that I knew more about this situation than her. But, other than that, I stayed silent. On the other hand, the Doctor just listened intently, never interrupting her, just listening.
After Shai was finished, the Doctor nodded and began to explain:
‘Right, you must’ve fallen through the rift. It’s nearly implausible for something like that to happen this way but it’s not impossible.’ The Time Lord shifted a bit, straightening his body for a while before leaning back on the console once more.
Hmm… I guess it makes sense. But how did we only age 3 years? How did--
‘Right. Now, how exactly do you know so much about me?’ A masculine voice asked, breaking my train of thought.
‘What? Oh! Um… well…’ I started, rolling into a whole story about the TV, internet and David Tennant.
‘Right. Right!’ The man across from me was clearly not bothered after a few seconds of thinking.
‘Sounds like a load of bologna to me unless you’ve come from a parallel universe…like Rose.’’
The silent, unspoken words were evident. I was about to ask about Rose until I saw his face-- sorrow, guilt, pain; untold love-- and decided not to.
He really loved her, didn’t he?
‘Anyways...!’ That -masculine- Time Lord-y voice proclaimed an end to my pondering before I could think about it anymore. Without any warning, the Doctor straightened himself out and raced to the other side of the console. He rapidly began pushing all sorts of buttons hear and there.
‘Allons-y! And we’re off to Cardiff!’ the Doctor yelled, gripping the TARDIS tightly.
‘Hold on tight, Shai!’ I called as I snaked my arms around a coral strut, ‘and stay seated, it’s going to be a bumpy ride!’
Chapter 2- Confessions and Realizations
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, Torchwood or any of the tv shows characters (even though RTD does not deserve to own them after how he wrote COE).
Author Note: So far, this is not a cross-over fiction but it will become one either in the next chapter or the one after that. I don't exactly know where I'm going with this story so I might stop writing it. So, please, if you happen to like the plot (not that there is much of one yet), please tell me so I know at least one person likes this story. And thanks to my wonderful beta tempusdominus10 .
Masterlist
The TARDIS was amazing-- no, brilliant. How dare I think of understatement about such a supreme being? It was simple: I wasn’t thinking straight; the complete and utter brilliance of her made me incapable of doing anything of the kind.
Quickly dismissing the thought of under-stating the TARDIS, I took in more of my surroundings. I swept my gaze over the grated floors, the console in the center, and the pump mounted on top of the console. I captured all of the brilliance of the TARDIS and stored it in the back of my mind for later.
After a few more moments of looking around, I caught the Doctor’s eyes-- or rather, her caught mine. His chocolate-brown eyes stared into mine, showing both interest and curiosity, before flickering to the space behind me. I noticed his eyebrows raise, completing his ever-so-curious-and-I’m-thinking look, clearly looking behind me.
Wondering why Shai was so quiet, and why the Doctor seemed to be looking at the space she occupied, I started to turn around. Just as I had turned 90 degrees, the Doctor snapped out of his trance.
‘Oh.. Ok. So… what do you think?’ He asked enthusiastically, smiling like an idiot and gesturing to nowhere in particular.
Swiveling, I took in everything I could of the TARDIS console room, and when I got back to the Doctor, I let him have it. Respectfully, of course. It’s not every day you get to see your favorite, pathetically hot Time Traveling Alien.
‘She’s beautiful! A true work of art!’ I exclaimed, feeling giddy.
‘Wait, what?’ Shai’s voice pierced the abrupt silence behind me, ‘It’s bigger on the inside!’ I turned to glance at Shai and noticed her deep in thought.
A little bit of showing off never really hurts, my mind prodded; but it didn’t really matter, I already had made up my mind.
‘Yeah, don’t you remember, I told you. Remember- beautiful Gallifreyan fabric!’
‘No…’ she started, ‘Oh, wait, yes I do! Blue police box, the Doctor, TARDIS,. Yeah, I remember.’
‘Oh, good, I thought I’d have to explain it to yet another,’ the Time Lord chipped in.
‘So, before we’re off, why don’t you tell me your story?’ the skinny man suggested, gesturing towards two chairs a few meters away. The Time Lord strolled over to the chairs, but, instead of sitting down, he leaned on the TARDIS console.
‘Oh, what a gentleman,’ I thought before I could catch myself.
Then I noticed the Doctor was glancing over at us-- not quite impatient, just expecting us to follow. That caused me to snap out of my foggy maze of thoughts. So, not wanting to keep the Time Lord waiting, I straightened myself out and walked over to the sitting area; Shai, -who must have taken the hint as well-shortly following.
As I sat down, I drew in a deep breath and let it out heavily. Did Shai really expect me to explain everything?
‘Okay, Shai, you start. How about you tell him how we got here and all that. Then, after you’re done, I’ll tell him everything I know about him and Torchwood, okay?’
‘Um... sure,’ she answered wearily, glancing at the Doctor before starting. Soon, Shai had described all she knew; from falling asleep to ending up in the middle of the center.
I politely corrected her once or twice, knowing that I knew more about this situation than her. But, other than that, I stayed silent. On the other hand, the Doctor just listened intently, never interrupting her, just listening.
After Shai was finished, the Doctor nodded and began to explain:
‘Right, you must’ve fallen through the rift. It’s nearly implausible for something like that to happen this way but it’s not impossible.’ The Time Lord shifted a bit, straightening his body for a while before leaning back on the console once more.
Hmm… I guess it makes sense. But how did we only age 3 years? How did--
‘Right. Now, how exactly do you know so much about me?’ A masculine voice asked, breaking my train of thought.
‘What? Oh! Um… well…’ I started, rolling into a whole story about the TV, internet and David Tennant.
‘Right. Right!’ The man across from me was clearly not bothered after a few seconds of thinking.
‘Sounds like a load of bologna to me unless you’ve come from a parallel universe…like Rose.’’
The silent, unspoken words were evident. I was about to ask about Rose until I saw his face-- sorrow, guilt, pain; untold love-- and decided not to.
He really loved her, didn’t he?
‘Anyways...!’ That -masculine- Time Lord-y voice proclaimed an end to my pondering before I could think about it anymore. Without any warning, the Doctor straightened himself out and raced to the other side of the console. He rapidly began pushing all sorts of buttons hear and there.
‘Allons-y! And we’re off to Cardiff!’ the Doctor yelled, gripping the TARDIS tightly.
‘Hold on tight, Shai!’ I called as I snaked my arms around a coral strut, ‘and stay seated, it’s going to be a bumpy ride!’