Lost In Translation

Basically, Run

Elizabeth Caine:

I was going to make him clean the console room with his toothbrush this time.

"Doctor, I currently cannot hold myself up in this doorway and fly, try and remember your Goddamn training!" I shouted, watching him run around the console like a headless chicken, apparently going through a normal regeneration, but it honestly did not seem like that. To be fair, I was only on three of thirteen faces, and I knew they got more violent and painful the further into your lives you were. "Come on, please!"

He was just messing with random buttons, the TARDIS jolting so I slipped a little, letting me see where we were. We were going right towards Parliament Clock Tower, and that did not look like it would be comfortable between my legs. "What the hell are you doing??? Go up! Go up or you won't have a sister, you'll have two halves of one!"

Just in time, we rocketed upwards, making me sigh and start swinging my legs up to get momentum. Before we jolted again, and I was thrown back into the box. "Oh, no." I groaned, tumbling across the grating to see what was happening under the console. "We are still going down. We can't stop it, well, I can't, not before-"

Cutting out, we were thrown into the railings as we tilted drastically, no longer held down by internal gyro gravity. "Um. Elizabeth?"

"Yes, Brother?"

"What's at the end of the corridor?"

Um. "Oh, no. It's the library. All my books, they're gonna get covered in our blood."

Strangely though, as we slipped and lost our grip, we ended up falling down into the swimming pool. That was in my library. Yet all my books were somehow were somehow safely on the shelves, not affected by the way we were getting thrown. "Sis, we're going down and I don't know where we're going to land!"

"We're going to land sideways, so the where is the least of our worries." I called back, struggling to keep my head above the water as we got sloshed around. "I just hope we're not going to cause as much trouble as Dorothy landing in Oz! Don't wanna squish anyone, blood takes ages to clean off the paintwork!"

"Elizabeth!"

Only then we hit something and we went under, before I surfaced to throw my hand up and open the doors, a good three hundred meters up from us, then tossed up some random grappling hook. "Hey! Hey, come on, start climbing." I told him, helping him get a grip before he started to awkwardly pull himself up, all his limbs too long for him to really know what to do with them. We used to have a cat like that, didn't know what to do with his legs while he slept. "You on? Okay, just keep going, I'm behind you."

We kept climbing up, before he stopped at the threshold, preventing me from getting up. So I was soaking wet, dripping, and trying to keep hold of a very coarse and hand unfriendly rope. "Could I have an apple? All I can think about. Apples. I love apples. Maybe I'm having a craving? That's new. Never had a craving before." Before sitting on the edge and looking down. "Whoa, look at that. You okay there, Sissy?"

"What do you think?" I cried, before he pulled me up by the hand to sit beside him. "Oh, my arms ache after that."

"Are you okay?"

Oh, that was who he was talking to, a little cute redhead. Man, being red was cool, far easier than the curls that were bouncing back up into a fro. "We just fell down. Right the way to my library. Awful climb back up, especially when this idiot keeps stopping."

She was confused, and she didn't like that. This girl liked things to make sense and go in her favour. They always had, up until she moved down south. "You're soaking wet."