Children of Galifrey: A Doctor Who Fanfiction

Chapter 3

"Here you go," Runner says dumping the contents of a box onto the ground. Heaps of clothing fall to the ground.

We have only been here a day but we already know that we can't fix the vortex manipulator without the proper tools. And we can't get those if we look like homeless children in baggy maroon tunics and coats. Hence why I sent Runner out to find clothing so we could blend in more. 

I pick up a musty green shirt in absolute disgust. "What is this?" 

"Clothes," He shrugs already sorting through it.

"Where did you get them?"

"Various places, side of the road stuff like that," He points to the green shirt I am still holding, "That one I found in the trash bin."

I drop the shirt like it's made of poison. It actually pains me to touch any of this garbage but I suppose I just have to get past that. After all, I did just come from a war zone. This isn't nearly as bad. I find a pair if black pants in the very bottom of the pile. They only have one hole in the knee. Next, I dust off a gray t-shirt and black jacket that seem relatively clean otherwise. When I return from changing Runner is wearing a dark purple short-sleeved shirt and blue jeans. He looks strange in the new clothing, the different colors. I can tell he feels the same about me. He tosses me a maroon cap. After giving it a quick once over I fit it on my head. The color reminds me of home, which is why he chose it. It's perfect. 

"You look strange but great. Now, what is it you said you need again."

"Ideally a TARDIS," I let out a little chuckle at my own, not very funny joke, "at the very least a lab but since neither of those things is ever going to happen just a couple basic tools and we will make it work."

"Shouldn't be too hard." He grins, already walking towards the door. "No worse than being a sitting duck in the middle of a war zone."

"You say that now..." I joke quickly following.

"You were right this is harder than I thought." Runner sighs leaning against a brick building. He sinks to the ground next to me.

After two hours of trying together any kind of tools the most we have come up with is a mini screwdriver and a wrench. The main problem is that we don't have any money and despite my name, I don't actually have any experience stealing anything. I have never had the need before. The screwdriver we were lucky enough to just find lying around and the wrench was left on a window sill by some worker. So I guess we did do a little stealing. 

I close my eyes and immediately feel so tired that I don' want to open again. It's when I hear Runner's stomach growl that I find the energy to open them again. I have to keep going or I'll let him down. Sitting around will not improve the situation.

"We'll figure something out. We have too." 

He closes his eyes and doesn't speak for the longest time. He seems perfectly content to sit in silence for ages. "What if we just found another Time Lord."

"What?"

"Well think about it. The war has to be over eventually and since this place is even here right now that means the Daleks lost."

I smile just beginning to get it, "And if the wars over that mean there should be travelers everywhere!"

"Then they could take us back to the moment the war ended-"

"The moment the time lock is opened-"

"And we'll be back home with no trouble at all." He finishes.