The Adventures of A Time Traveling Fashionista: A Doctor Who fanfic

Chapter 4

**************************The Doctors POV**************************

Last night had been.....interesting. After El had fallen asleep, I had to take her to her room. This presented quite the problem, seeing as I hadn't the slightest clue as to where my lovely ship had hidden her room. To be fair to myself, the TARDIS had alway kept her room hidden from me. I had never understood why, but in light of my new information, I was starting to think that it had something to do with her subconscious need for safety. However, when I tried to open the door that she claimed to lead to her room, all I got was a rather stuffy little study room.

" Ellliiieeeeeee......" I whispered into her ear, gently shaking her shoulder.

" Where's your room gone?" She stirred, and I heard her mumble something under her breath that sounded distinctly like "oh you stupid boy", before she reached out and touched the door. The door immediately flew open, and I walked inside, mentaly harassing my ship for being so overprotective. I then promptly tripped, nearly dumping my nearly-comatose companion unceremoniously on the floor. When my eyes adjusted to the lack of light in the room, I kept walking in, carefully walking around the cardboard boxes strewn acrosss the floor. I looked around, curious to see how Ellie had personalized her room. The walls appeared to be white, but in the dim light it was hard to tell. Her bed was up against the wall, covered in an impressive array of assorted quilt, comforters, and at least seven pillows. Next to the bed there was a nightstand, absolutely covered in books, most of which were about various artists and designers, although I did see a couple of mysteries, and a cheap paperback romance novel. Along the wall opposite to the bed were two doors, and next to them was a large walk in wardrobe. In one corner was a vanity table with a mirror, covered in so many pieces of jewelry, beauty products, and random trinkets that I couldn't see the actutal table underneath it all. Along the other wall, there was another table covered in books, and a peacock-blue armchair.

Done with my observation, I carried El over to her bed, and moved some of the massive piles of blankets aside to make room for her. I carefuly set her down and tucked her in, pulling the covers up to her chin. The minute I let go of the blankets, El curled up into a little ball and pulled the quilt up over her head. I smiled to myself. How adorable. I was unwilling to leave Ellie by herself for a night, not after she had dug up so many painful memories, so I settled down in the blue armchair, silently promising to watch out for my companion even more than usual.

******************************Ellie's POV*******************************

I woke up to a massive headache and the faint smell of something burning. I had vague memories of waking up in the middle of the night and seeing the Doctor sitting in my armchair, before drifting back to sleep, but there was no one but me in my room now. Meaning that the Doctor was probably the source of the burning smell. Lovely. I quickly showered and brushed my hair, before attempting to get dressed, a task that could take up to two hours, even if I was just planning on watching movies all day. However, fate was with me and fifteen minutes later I was wearing my comfiest, most worn out pair of skinny jeans, a soft tee shirt with the Tree of Gondor on it, and a pair of grey knit socks so thick they were like boots. Thus properly attired, I headed for the main kitchen, the source of the ominous smell.

I was definitely not expecting the sight that greeted me when I quietly peeked through the kitchen door. The Doctor was standing in the middle of the room, somehow covered from head to toe in what looked like lumpy pancake batter. He had the stuff spilled all down the front of his suit, he had even managed to get it in his hair. In one hand, he was holding a smoking frying pan that contained a pile of greyish mush, that was somehow both soggy and burned to a crisp at the same time. In the other hand was a wooden spoon that he was using to poke at the mush, a perplexed frown on his face. There was more batter all over the floor and walls, and the sight was so ridiculous that I couldn't help the laughter that escaped my mouth. This caused the funniest reaction that I had ever had the good fortune to see.

The Doctor immediately dropped the frying pan, and spun to face the door, simultaneously hurling the wooden spoon at the wall, where it hit a lamp, causing the lamp to explode, which resulted in a shower of sparks, which then set a dish rag on fire.

" Oh, El" He visibly relaxed. "It's only you" His relieved expression turned to one of confusion as my laughter only got stronger, and I pointed behind him, at the mess, and the rag, still burning away on the countertop. He smiled ruefully, and sighed in defeat.

" I said I was clever, I never said I could cook." My laughter had turned into giggles at that point.

" I should have known it! The great and terrible Oncoming Storm, defeated by the evil Pancake King." His face once more became confused.

" Pancake King? What....." But I wasn't done yet.

" But never fear, The Amazing Ellie is here! I shall rescue you, and then make a fantastic breakfast in celebration! Now, good sir, clean up this mess, and then report to my chambers for the party!" With that I bounded down the hall to my room.

" But...." I could hear the Doctor protesting, "I thought you were going to rescue me...."

" I lied." I shouted back "Rescue yourself!" with that, I left him to his obvious confusion, and at the mercy of the evil Pancake King.

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I tried to post this as soon as I could, because the beginning I like the second half of the last chapter. I hope you like Ellie's craziness as much as I do. Please tell me if you see any spelling mistakes, because despite making it to the top ten in a spelling bee this year, I can't spell to save my life. No really, if I had to spell at gunpoint, I would be dead.