TARDIS TELEPATHY

[there's only one part because it's only a little scene :)]
[this is my first wattpad story so please give any feedback lol]
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"20th century England, the first lunar landing. Come on!" The Doctor shoves his hands in his pockets and walks towards the door.
"Wait, don't I need to change my clothes? I don't really want rotten vegetables thrown at me and I don't think my leather jacket and tank top are going to help."
"You'll be fine, times have changed!"
"Pleaseeeee," I plead.
"Fine, the wardrobe's down the stairs, down the hall, second right, past the room with big locked door, third left, through the library and straight ahead. Hurry up!"
"Sorry, what!"
"Rose could do it." He mutters to himself. I glare at him, and turn down towards the stairs.
No she couldn't.
Huh?
I turn around, the Doctor is staring at the console. He looks up at me, "Come on Martha, stop gawking! We'll miss it!"
Time ma-chine.
She couldn't! She got lost every time.
What on earth?! Who are you?
I'm the TARDIS of course, did the Doctor not tell you that I'm telepathic?
He doesn't tell me a lot of things.
True. He's a bit out of it at the moment, try not to take it to heart. Anyways, like I said, Rose got lost every time.
I snort.
She realised after a while that I would move for her. Well not for her, for the Doctor, but same difference.
Well why can't you move for me?
You've got to try first! And I like talking to you. Rose never wanted to chat, she just wanted to get changed as quickly as possible and get back to the Doctor.
So do I!
The TARDIS ignores me.
However, she loved all the rooms she found on the way, and she probably would've lived in the wardrobe if she could.
What, so she was vain as well? Ugh.
No, not vain, not at all. Quite selfless really. She enjoyed looking at the fabrics and different time periods, it's not like she was well off, so it was a fun experience for her.
Oh. Can we stop talking about Rose now?
Sorry.
I look up, and realise I've been wandering around while the TARDIS prattled into my head-
Hey! I do not prattle!
-and ended up in the library.
I chuckle, and walk through the towers of books towards a dark oak door marked 'Wardrobe'.
The door opens and I breath in sharply. "Wow."
I can see why Rose wanted to live in here.
I swear I hear the TARDIS chuckling. I look around in awe, and as if by magic (although it's probably the TARDIS) a rack of clothes moves forward. Flared jeans, a burgundy-red just off the shoulder top and suede boots sit there looking at me. I grab them, albeit hesitantly, and pull them on. I start to put my leather jacket back on, but then get stopped by the TARDIS.
No, stop. Change it up a bit.
Won't I get cold?
No, don't worry! I'll sort that out for you. Finishing touches now.
Honestly, I swear you're a budding teenage fashion designer!
Sh! I don't get to talk to women very often! And I've been around a long time. Do you know how difficult it is to deal with the Doctor sometimes? He's my best friend and I will travel with him for as long as possible but sometimes he just goes on, he's still a man you know! And he never gives me enough attention because he's always bringing GIRLS with him.
I blush.
Point taken.
Now...
A thick headband the same shade as my jacket rises down from somewhere high in the wardrobe.
There. Put that on, and then maybe I'll let you see what you look like.
I reach out and crown myself with the headband.
Yay! Catwalk time!
No way am I doing a cat walk! I'm 23 and I'm training to be a doctor!
You're never too old for a catwalk - you should see the doctor when he's alone and he's over 900 years old.
900 years old?!
Oops. Hush now! It's the grand reveal!
A mirror appears and I gawp at my reflection.
"How did you know that would suit me? I never ever wear stuff like this!"
Sweetie, I am the time vortex, I know everything. Also, I slowed time down in the console room so when you get back you'll only have been gone 30 seconds.
I grin, and reach for the door handle.
Wait!
A fedora flies at my head and I catch it just before it smashes into my face.
Make the Doctor wear this. He'll hate it, but I think he will anyway, he loves the 60s.
I twist the door handle and jog back to the console room.
"You were quick-"
The Doctor looks up at me and scratches the back of his head.
"You look...nice. More than nice. I don't know." He pauses. "Allons'y!" He sticks his arm out, and I link mine into his and dump the hat on his head.
"Wear this. You look funny in it."
He grins sheepishly and he opens the doors. "1969, here we come!"
Thanks.
Hope you get lost again soon.

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