Bigger on the Inside ~a Doctor Who fanfic~

Bigger on the Inside ~a Dr. Who fanfic~ 8

"Look at these people. These human beings. Consider their potential. From the day they arrive on the planet, and blinking step into the sun, there is more to see than can ever be seen, more to do than- No hold on. Sorry, thats the Lion King." -The Doctor

The trip in the TARDIS back home took longer than I expected.

First we ended up at the big bang.

Then the MLK assasination.

Then we were shot at by chinese soldiers during the Qin dynasty.

Then almost saw a younger Doctor at the end of the world.

And finally the lost Moon of Poosh 1167.

At this stop I ushered Chris and Matt out of their rooms (we've been flying long enough for them to take a quick nap) and into the controll room. The Doctor was running around the controll consol muttering under his breath.

"Whats wrong? Why aren't we home yet?" I asked.

"They were never ment to go home," he pointed an accusing finger at Matt and Chris.

"But we can get them home, right?"

"The TARDIS can't get them home because just being out of the timestream they were sent into is creating dangerous, massive amounts of time energy. Even if we could get them back, the angels would just hunt them down and send them back. This is Manhatten all over again." he tugs on his hair.

I nudged Chris and told him and Matt to go find Pansy. After they finally agreed and left, I walked over to the Doctor.

"We can try, right?" I wasn't in an arguing mood, and I wanted to keep things calm for Chris and Matt.

"Its almost impossible," he replied.

"You said almost." I fiddled with a switch on the consol. The TARDIS' interior went from orange to red to purple.

"In order to do that I'd need a strong signal to lock onto, and we'd need a miracle to get one," he admitted as he grabbed my hand away the switch.

"I'm standing in a living miracle," I replied.

"It's science not a miracle," he snapped and walked around to the other side of the consol.

I followed him, "So you're just going to give up?"

He froze in his tracks and spun around. "I don't give up unless it's a hopeless cause."

"Well it's not hopeless," I snapped. He had crossed the line. You do not just let people die without trying. "And why should you give up? You need to try. You want a miracle? Fine. I can wait for one. But I believe that you can save three innocent lives. Okay, Chris isn't that innocent. He once put lemon juice and onions in my toothpaste, and it took me a week to get rid of the taste, but still! You are a Time Lord! Lord of time! It should be your specialty to get out of situations like these, miracle worker or not."

He sat there silently for a minute. I was afraid he was going to say no. Then he looked up at me and said, "That may actually create a paradox and kill the weeping angels. How are we going to get the signal?"

I stared smiling and fought to keep a strait face. "Well, what kind of signal do we need?"

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The Doctor explained a few qick things then made a supposedly risky phone call. He told the person he called not to tell him this happened, as this man was from the Doctor's past, and if the Doctor was to see himself or hear about himself then it could tear a hole in the skin of reality. Or so he said.