The Doctress coughed when she entered her TARDIS, the large room smelling like burnt rubber. The TARDIS made a angry noise, informing her that she made a bad mistake about leaving any rubber bouncy balls on top of the control panel.
She sighed, prying off another bouncy melted splotch from the TARDIS controls with a wet cloth.
"Oh, give me a break, you purposely melt them now don't ya?" She accused loudly, now cleaning the controls with a baby wipe.
The TARDIS made a noise, and the Doctress just nodded, leaving the controls nice and neat. She cracked the TARDIS door open to air out the smell, before going into her 'library'.
The Library was an archive, a massive room of nothing but newspapers and documents. Rows of filing cabinets held information from every event in time which has happened, was happening, or was going to happen. The Doctress was particularly happy about how the TARDIS would help her by flinging open the drawer that corresponded to the date. Finnick, her almost pet-like dalek, would also help by pulling open the right drawers for the week in time she was visiting, in case she wanted to change anything in the time stream.
She was all too proud of a cork post-it wall dedicated to her changing of the time stream in the front of the room. The collection of different papers held her in the background of several photos, and the many events she had stopped were tucked neatly behind them. She glanced over one in particular, London's Holiday Massacre, which never happened because she had taken down the group who would have shot down hundreds on Christmas.
"Heeelloo Docccc-tressss." Finnick said in his dalek way, rolling over to her.
"Hello Finnick! Are there any other news papers in this area for...." She paused, terrible with time and already having forgotten the date, "This week?"
"Nooo." Finnick said, making a gurgling sound right after. "AAAll aaaare iiin yooour baaaag."
"Right! Wonderful! Thank you Finnick." The Doctress said, giving him a smile and walking towards the door before stopping to look back at Finnick. "Do you think I need a companion Finnick?" She asked with a frown, still with one long leg forwards like she was about to take a step.
Finnick's glowing blue eye-stalk moved and centered on her. "Noooo." Finnick said, making the gurgling sound again.
"Thank ya Finnick, I knew I could always ask ya. I'm sure you and the TARDIS are all the company I need anyways." The Doctress nodded in agreement, smiling as she walked out of the library and out onto Baker Street.
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Something is Wrong (Johnlock and DoctorWho)
FanfictionWarning ⚠️ This is an old story that contains Johnlock and a self-insert OC from 2014. Synopsis; The Doctress is a Timelord who would prefer it if everyone stopped judging the red box by its cover. A mix of Sherlock and Doctor Who, this story is fi...
