Giordano Bruno

The TARDIS shook and jolted it's occupants as the Doctor fruitlessly tried to navigate.

"Doctor!" Natalie managed to scream in between yelps of surprise caused by the randomly shifting floor.

"Yes?" He responded as he attempted to pull the TARDIS back onto the path he was aiming for before the ride became so dangerous.

"Why is the TARDIS flying so violently?" She called over the screeching of several alarms and the deafening explosions of wires overhead.

"Because she won't listen to me!" He accused as he pulled another lever, causing the TARDIS to jerk to a brief halt.

Natalie had just enough time to roll her eyes before the TARDIS resumed her turbulent flight.

The Doctor was at least partially right. It was another one of those times when the TARDIS had decided that he was going to a place he needed to be rather than wanted to go. Originally, he was aiming for Italy, 20th or 21st century. It didn't particularly matter when, Natalie had just decided that she wanted to go to "modern day" Italy (She was a 21st century girl herself). It was supposed to be a joy trip, a break from all of the running that always came when traveling with the Doctor. Sometime between Natalie making the request and the Doctor attempting to carry it out, the TARDIS decided on a different destination. The current shaking was caused by the war between where she was aiming and where he was trying to make her go. As always, one side managed to win.

The TARDIS landed with a resounding thud followed by a pause of silence between her two occupants. Soon, the Doctor was scrambling to read the monitor to figure out the result of the violent flight.

"Are we even close?" Natalie tried. She'd been traveling with the Doctor long enough to know that his aim was very rarely accurate. She learned early on that requests aren't things that typically fulfilled on the TARDIS.

"Right country." The Doctor shrugged as he found the "where" information. As his eyes fell on the "when" he quickly started disliking their placement. "No, no, no, no!" He blurted.

"What is it?" Natalie asked, now slighty worried about where they were. The Doctor isn't one to complain about location. He'd step out onto just about anywhere if he'd landed there and it had a breathable atmosphere.

"16th century!" He groaned. "I hate the 16th century! It's so close minded and impossible hating."

"Is it really that bad?" She snorted. In all honesty, history (even of her own planet) isn't one of Natalie's strong suits.

"Natalie, if anyone saw us land, they're probably off warning the nearest church official that the Devil's box has appeared out of the sky and soon there'll be a fire started outside of those doors." He explained as he gestured madly towards the TARDIS doors. "They throw men into jail and torture them for suggesting that the Earth revolves around the sun instead of the entire universe revolving this measly chuck of rock." The Doctor continued angrily ranting about the local population. "To even suggest that the Earth isn't the only planet with life on it is hearsay! It can get you burnt at the stake!"

"You don't expect me to believe that they're really that bad." Natalie tried to reason with the ranting Time Lord.

"Well, no one expects the Italian Inquisition!" The Doctor retorted.

"Spanish."

"What?"

"The line is 'No one expects the Spanish Inquisition'."

"What?"

"You don't know Monty Python?" She gasped. Unlike Earth history, television references are something Natalie enjoys fully.