Life as a timelord's daughter (Doctor Who fanfiction)

Chapter 3

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The next day was a lot less eventful. When I woke up I couldn’t believe that it had been less than twenty four hours ago when I’d been in the living room laughing with mum. Or at least I think it was twenty four hours. It’s hard to tell in the TARDIS. I managed to find my way into the console room where the Doctor was working on the console.

“Found anything yet?” I asked hopefully.

“Sorry.” He said. “How did you sleep?”

“Alright, considering the circumstances.” I replied, thinking wistfully of how things used to be in Dad’s future TARDIS. “Is Rose up yet?”

The Doctor shook his head.

“She sleeps longer than we do.” He said. “She won’t be awake for a couple more hours.”

For the next hour or so I explored the TARDIS hallways. Well, some of them. They were different to how I remembered them, but I should have expected that; the TARDIS I was used to had a different layout to this one. The hallways had the same hexagonal lights from the console room set in the walls, black grating covered the corridor floors and wires crossing the high ceilings. The sliding doors I tried opened to a library, multiple bedrooms, a huge wardrobe, at least three rooms full of controls and a kitchen room place. It wasn’t really a kitchen though, it just had a couple of machines with buttons on them that gave out food. In the future I knew it would have a human kitchen instead. I made myself a candy bar (so healthy) and kept exploring. I found heaps of rooms including Rose’s which was the only one I didn’t enter, but after a while I got bored and wandered back to the console room.

I fiddled a bit with the controls, just like I had many times before with the future TARDIS, but the Doctor protested so I went back to my room. While I’d been in the console room I’d played with the architectural layout and now my room had control panels covering one wall and a bedside table full of mechanical bits and pieces. I’d kept the wardrobe the same and the bed, but the stars on the ceiling were now also projections that changed according to which galaxy the TARDIS was in. I was busy constructing my own sonic screwdriver when Rose knocked on my door.

“Come in.” I called without looking up from my project.

She gave a start as she entered, gazing around my changed room in awe.

“You’ve been busy.” She finally said, smiling at me.

“Yeah,” I answered. “I’ve never done so much in just one morning.

Rose suddenly noticed the half completed sonic in my hands.

“Is that… is that a sonic screwdriver?” she asked, eyeing the device warily. “How do you know how to make one of those?”

“I just do.” I answered, giving a shrug.

“Must be a time lord thing.” Rose said.

“Hmm.” I went back to putting the sonic together.

“Is that gonna look like the Doctor’s?” she asked, as I slid a bulb into place at the tip.

“A little bit.” I connected two wires together. “Different colour and stuff, but same basic structure.”

I pulled some more metal pieces out of the drawer and put them into the screwdriver.

“So why are you in here? I thought you’d be with the Doctor?” I asked, looking up at Rose.

“I’ve already been to see him. He asked me to check on you.”

“Has he found anything yet?” I questioned.