Beautiful Paradox {Doctor Who}

Chapter Four: Plasma Coils

The Doctor and I ran back through the TARDIS doors, narrowly escaping an angry swarm of vespiforms after accidentally landing in their hive. 

     I squealed as I slammed the door shut behind me, falling back against it and breathing heavily from all the running. Hell, if I stayed with the Doctor long enough I'd be in the best shape of my life. The vespiforms buzzed furiously, throwing themselves into the door to try and get to us. 

     After the shock of what had just happened wore off, I could feel a grin make my face twitch and I began laughing like a mad woman. I had to admit, there was never a dull moment with the Doctor. 

     Once we'd ran through the door of the TARDIS, he hadn't even paused to catch his breath, but had instead skipped happily over to the console to keep right on along. I could tell this sort of thing wasn't a first for him--in fact, I'd be surprised if he had any 'firsts' left. 

     "What?" He asked innocently, looking up at me from the levers of the TARDIS and smiling at my outburst. 

     "Does this always happen when you set the TARDIS to random?" I asked, not yet stopping in my laughter. 

     "Hmm, not always. We've just had a recent stroke of bad luck." He answered. 

     "Oh, really? You think?" I asked sarcastically, lauging and wiping a bit of hair that was sticking to my forhead. 

     The vespiforms actually weren't the first bad experience we'd had with setting the TARDIS on random. I'd been with the Doctor for about four days now after leaving Donna. The first place we went was 1940s Paris (I'd much rather have been in 1920s New York), but the Doctor and I both agreed that it wasn't much for sightseeing, and after a day on the Eiffel Tower, we retreated to the TARDIS. The Doctor set her on random after that, and somehow we ended up in a cave full of hibernating bears. They nicked my back with long claws, and so we took a day off for healing, because they weren't just earth bears; they were space bears with venemous claws. When neither of us could think of anything interesting to do right away, the Doctor suggested we try random again. I was wary with the idea, but he swore the chances of something that dangerous happening again were one in a million. Try explaining that to a bunch of pissy vespiforms. 

     "How about you pick a time or place to go to?" He asked, "So we can avoid this situation in the future?" 

     I grinned and pushed myself away from the door, walking over to stand next to him and look at the scanner, "Aright, alright, but I have no idea where to start. OH! How about the Lewis and Clark expedition?" 

     The Doctor sucked in a breath, "Perhaps another time. Lewis and Clark weren't exactly the friendliest blokes. Sort of dark, really... kind of... satanic... ANYWAY, second choice?" 

     I frowned, but shrugged it off. All of time and space, how hard could finding something exciting be? 

     "What about Albert Einstein?" I gave an excited little shudder, "I'd love to meet him. He's brilliant." 

     "That was during the Holocaust," said the Doctor ponderingly, "and you're partially Jewish, aren’t you?" 

     "Only a fifth." I thought about it a little harder now, "1890s? Nikola Tesla?" 

     "Death ray, Daisy." said the Doctor with a head shake, "The man tried to build a giant death ray." 

     "Are you kidding? The death ray was the best part!" I shouted, throwing up my hands. He gave me a disapproving look and I huffed, "Well obviously all my ideas are junk, so how about you decide? I concede, Doctor."