"Oi!" the Doctor shouted, "Can't you fly her any straighter?"
"It's only my second time!" I shouted back, pressing a whole bunch of controls and turning a wheel, "And the last time was nearly eight hundred years ago!"
"Oh for the love of..." he mumbled, attempting to help her, "Can't you just incite the chronology CPU and reverse the imbue system to change to the algid settings?"
"No!" I cried back, "You can't freeze the computer! We'll drop like rocks!"
"Let me drive," he demanded, pushing me aside, "I said the chronology CPU, not the core one. We'll be stuck here for about an hour, but then we won't die now."
"You won't be able to put up with being stuck here for an hour, Doctor," I insisted, "Just jump start the duration immersion and send us five minutes in the future. It'll fix everything."
"No! No jumps into the future! We don't know how far she'll go under this condition. We may end up quite a few years when we only meant for it to be a few minutes," the Doctor refuses, watching as about half his TARDIS simply stopped whatever it was doing, be that blinking lights or making whirring noises. The TARDIS stopped shaking and stabilised, "See? Perfect."
There was a thump as it hit the ground and then he snapped his fingers, showing a huge beach with teens playing beach volleyball, tides carrying surfers, huts containing fruity drinks and everything.
"I still can't believe you can just open the doors b- You brought us to a beach?" I sighed, stopping in the door.
"Not quite," the Doctor shook his head, "I'm just here to pick someone up." At this time, he pointed at two approaching figures. One was a girl with flowing blond hair and a big smile. The other was a man that looked exactly... Like the Doctor."
"Who's that?" I questioned.
"That girl," the Doctor explained, "Is Rose Tyler."
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The Aeon of the Time Lords (Book Two - the Double Era Series)
RandomOur Doctor was so much bigger on the inside. He'd looked past the unforgivable and let Aeon start again. Like with any companion, the Doctor took her places she could only imagine... Or remember. The thing is, Aeon knows more than is safe. For her...
