The Lost Companion -Doctor Who-

Seeking Nasrin

*The Doctor is in his tenth regeneration, played by David Tennant.

 (Dedicated to the creator of the cover for these stories. Thanks Vail! *two finger salute* You are easily my best internet friend.*winces* I'm sorry it's so short!! :))

From the Companion's Point Of View

"You know," I say, popping a crisp into my mouth. "We could just find the manual, and then we wouldn't be in this situation."

The Doctor grunts from under the console, unable to reply due to the sonic clamped between his teeth.

I plop down in the seat to watch him. His head and upper torso are hidden by over hanging panels on the floor, his feet hooked solidly in the holes in the grating. Every few seconds a section or two of the console panels sparked and realigned, resulting in an occasional yelp from the Time Lord.

I nudge his leg with my toe.

"It's like you try to break the TARDIS whenever we have to go home."

"I do not!" He exclaims, dropping the sonic. He curses softly and reaches to retrieve it.

"It's just Cardiff! Ten seconds to refuel, that's it!"

"After I get the magnomechanic stablizers online."

"You are impossible." I say. I prod his leg with my foot again. He is already stretched out, trying to reach his screwdriver. He loses his balance, his body slips through the open panel and he crashes to the floor beneath the console. He lets out a short groan. I peek down at him as he climbs to his feet, brushing the dust off his suit.

"Sorry." I say guiltily. He glares up at me.

"Cardiff is smack on top of one of  the most  volatile rifts on the planet. The city is covered in alien debris. It's dangerous."

"Like that's stopped you before." I snap. He sighs and pulls himself up by one of the cords dangling from the bottom of the console and sits on the edge.

"I used to like Cardiff." I remind him.

"That's because you lived there."

"Does it matter?"

"Yes!" He says.

"Why don't you want to go back?"

He falls silent, flipping the sonic in his hands.

"Everything in that city is twisted and wrong. I don't like going back. Every time I do, something happens. Someone dies, I lose something."

There is something else. He is lying.

"You're really not going to tell me?"

He crosses his arms over his chest and glares at me.

"Fine." I say.

"TARDIS, please display all information about the Doctors' previous trips to Cardiff, Wales, on screen."

"No! Cancel order!"

He is a moment too late, and I catch a glimpse of a handful of words.

Jack Harkness. Torchwood. Cradiff.

I grin up at him. Realization dawns in his eyes and the concern on his face is replaced by irritation.

"That's not fair." He chides. I giggle.

"So who is he? An old boyfriend?"

The Doctor groans. "No. Jack...he doesn't do long term relationships."