"That's odd," The Doctor murmured as the TARDIS stopped. The Beatles quit hanging onto parts of the TARDIS for dear life, and brushed themselves off a bit.
"What's odd?" Paul went over to The Doctor, concerned. The others followed behind.
"Umm... well, it appears we've arrived in 1962," The Doctor said, looking grave and slightly confused.
"But, why?" Ringo looked at him, slightly annoyed, "I though you could control this machine?"
"She is not just a machine," The Doctor turned around and started stroking the TARDIS, which almost purred softly, "And if she's taken us here, it'll be for a reason."
"Well come on then, let's go outside!" John grinned and began to run towards the door, but George grabbed him and pulled him back.
"Shouldn't we be careful, none of your five bar gates jumps and over sort of stuff," George warned him.
"What's that supposed to mean?" The Doctor asked, playing along.
"I don't know, I thought it sounded distinguish-like," he shrugged, then added more seriously, "Really, though, are you sure we're allowed to do this? If we step on a butterfly, couldn't that change everything?"
"I've been doing this for over 900 years, I think I know what I'm doing," The Doctor raised his eyebrows. "Anyway, the TARDIS took us here, and I trust her... Well, most of the time."
"Come on lads, what are we waiting for?" John ran and opened the TARDIS doors. "Let's go!"
"Actually, it's 'allons-y'," The Doctor shrugged and followed them, "I really need to meet someone called Allonso, so I can say 'Allons-y, Allonso!'. Hmm, one day...." He muttered thoughtfully to himself.
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Across The Universe
FanfictionWhen the TARDIS lands in 1964, it opens to a certain fab four who are running away from fangirls. But the fangirls aren't what they seem......
