Doctor Who - Whispers

Chapter One - Crashing

Jessica Young sat in The Tardis waiting. She leaned back in the comfy desk chair in front of the gunmetal-grey console in front of her covered in glittering lights and buttons and levers. She was always waiting in there. The Doctor didn't like her to stray too far into danger. He was quite a protective best friend. Like a brother? No, that didn't seem right. The Doctor had certain qualities that a brother had – always listening to his music too loud, always back late, always in a spot of bother. 'Oh, what now?', that was always it. He was a happily cross man, who seemed to delight in even the most boring tasks, although he tried hard to cover it. Jess could see through him easily – if you'd have been with The Doctor as long as she had, you would also know that much of his quirks and anger was concealing something deeper.

She was sat in her favourite chair, her blonde hair splayed over her shoulders. She'd usually be in there with her feet up on the console, nattering away to The Doctor while he half listened. He was usually fiddling about with that wretched sonic screwdriver against the controls, buzzing away. But now she was alone, and had been left on strict instructions by her quirky best friend not to touch anything, which infuriated her. She often felt like he saw her as lower that him, which he may not have been trying to do. But she was a doctor with a PHD in physics, so she was constantly interested in the controls that The Doctor never let her touch. Often while he wasn't looking she'd flick a switch or press a button, and that never did anything. She often wondered if The Doctor himself knew as much as she did about how The Tardis worked – which was very little.

Just as she began to daydream in her own thoughts, the TARDIS door slammed open, and in walked The Doctor. He was a tall man with a shock of spiky black hair. He looked like someone out of Sweeney Todd, a Victorian waistcoat and collar decorated with a cravat, and his long brown leather trench coat blowing in the wind. He was holding a strange piece of technology which he almost immediately discarded by throwing it on the console, wiped the small amount of blood off of his forehead. He walked over to the console as if everything was as right as rain.

"Where have you been?!" Exclaimed Jess, furious with his tardiness.

"Doing my thing! I was just getting that little beggar out of harm's way!" He said back, his voice cracking slightly. Jess sighed; he was like a teenager, running in, all guns blazing, and then immediately acting innocent. Perhaps he was like a brother.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, wanting to know more.

"Look, if you really must know, some idiot at Torchwood 2000 left a Dalek eyestalk on display for all to see. The fleets were about to come and fetch it- they do love to recycle. I just had to aquire the eyestalk so there wouldn't be too much hard done. Happy?"

Too many times he had walked in with these jackanory stories.

"If you're going to be late, can you at least try to let me know?"

"Jess, if I wanted a mother then I would have grown one, or built one, or...auditioned one! Understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes, you're saying I'm like an old nagging mother."

"I'm glad you've grasped the essentials." The Doctor clasped his hands together, and started playing around with the controls. 'Here we go again' Jess thought. At any moment, something would blow up.

Funnily enough, that's exactly what happened as soon as he pressed the first button in sight. The console burst into sparks as The Doctor pulled back his burnt fingers and sucked them. Soon, more controls were blowing up. Purple smoke sprayed out from the time rotor which was rapidly moving up and down. The walls were beginning to shake and fire was beginning to crackle through the metal floor. The Doctor immediately picked up his trusty hammer and bashed it against the console. This was something his always did when The TARDIS was 'misbehaving'. He'd grab his trusty mallet and pummel against the controls. More sparks were flying and Jess could feel the whole room falling, as if they were slowly losing gravity. The whole room shifted to an angle, making Jess grab on to the railings for dear life. The Doctor was still madly working on the console, trying not to lose his grip.

"What's happening?" cried Jess.

"I don't know. Some sort of outside influence. Someone is piloting the TARDIS by remote control, and the time vortex has completely disappeared."

"That's impossible!"

"I know" Said The Doctor, gravely. "We're crashing into an oblivion."

As The Doctor said these words, the small blue police box exterior of The TARDIS was falling through a cloud of fire, falling and falling into the unknown.