Run With Me (D.L)

I Never Have A Plan!

The uninhibited warehouse was deathly quiet. The only thing that could be heard was the drips of water falling from the hole in the roof and the sound of wind blowing outside. Old, crispy leaves blew across the ground and dust swirled in the air. Suddenly, the sound of frantic footsteps grew louder as they travelled closer towards the warehouse’s bolted door. Within seconds, the bolt shattered and the door burst open. “Get in, get in, get in! Now!” A man’s voice yelled. A young woman skidded to a halt inside the warehouse, looking behind her. “Doctor, hurry!” She cried. “Coming, coming!” The man called in an airy tone, as if there was no danger coming their way at all. He quickly slammed the door shut just as the piercing snarls sounded from the outside. “What do we do?” The young woman asked, her back to the door in order to keep it shut. “Well – er – I suppose we’ll have to… Yea, I don’t know.” The Doctor said, putting his own back to the door. He was completely unsure of what to do; he hated that he never had a plan in mind when he needed to have one most. “You don’t have a plan?” She asked. The Doctor gasped in mock hurt. “Demi, I always have a plan.” Demi raised an eyebrow. “You never had a plan.” She corrected him. The Doctor brushed of her ill faith in him with a dramatic wave of his hand. “Details, details.” He said, fiddling with his sonic screwdriver. “What’s this door made of?” He asked, feeling the door. “Iron?” Demi asked, unsure. How she wished she’d listening in science at school. “Oh good. At least it’s not wood.” “Still no wood setting?” Demi asked. “Still no wood setting.” The Doctor confirmed, sonicing the door. Demi rolled her eyes. “You’ll have to do something about it someday, y’know? What about when we come to a point where we need a wood setting in that thing?” The Doctor waved her off again. Demi sighed, exasperated. A hard bang came from the other side of the door. “Oh God. They’re here.” Demi said, desperately trying to keep the door closed. “That’s the Slitheen for you! They can smell their prey a mile off.” Demi looked at the Doctor in horror. “Prey? We’re their prey?” The Doctor nodded. “Well… you are. I’m not. Slitheen don’t like the taste of Time Lord flesh. But human…” “I’m not human though.” Demi said. The Doctor sighed, putting the sonic screwdriver away in his coat. “You are human. But with a little extra on the side.” The Doctor corrected her. He pulled her away from the door, though she came unwillingly. “They won’t get in… for now.” He told her, putting an arm around her shoulders comfortingly. “Oh great!” Demi exclaimed sarcastically, looking at the door over her shoulder as they walked away. “So, how are we gonna get back to the TARDIS?” She asked, walking slowly across the warehouse with the Doctor. “Ah, well. That’s the beauty of it. It’s already here with us.” Demi looked around the room. “I don’t see it.” The Doctor smiled knowingly and clicked his fingers. Suddenly, invisible doors opened right in front of them and the TARDIS control room was mere steps away. “Ladies first.” The Doctor said, letting Demi into the TARDIS.