The Doctor and I drop down a chute into what appears to be organic waste. Amy follows a few moments later with a scream.
"Argh! High speed air cannon. Lousy way to travel." The doctor said.
"Where are we?" Amy asked. I began looking around.
"Six hundred feet down, twenty miles laterally, puts us at the heart of the ship. I'd say Lancashire. What's this then, a cave? Can't be a cave. Looks like a cave."
"It's a rubbish dump, and it's minging!"
"Yes, but only food refuse. Organic, coming through feeder tubes from all over the ship."
"The floor's all squidgy, like a water bed." Amy said, I look down feeling disgusted, the doctor looks at me.
"But feeding what, though?" The doctor asked to no one in particular.
"It's sort of rubbery, feel it. Wet and slimy." Amy says. A distance animal noise.
"Er, it's not a floor, it's a. So."
"It's a what?"
"The next word is kind of a scary word. You probably want to take a moment, get yourself in a calm place. Go omm."
"Omm."
"It's a tongue."
"A tongue?"
"A tongue. A great big tongue."
"This is a mouth. This whole place is a mouth? We're in a mouth?" Amy asks.
"Yes, yes, yes. But on the plus side, roomy." He said, he smiled at me.
"How do we get out?"
"How big is this beastie? It's gorgeous. Blimey, if this is just the mouth, I'd love to see the stomach. Though not right now."
"I love it when you geek out" he said to me while we just stare at each other. It felt like hours. Then Amy spoke out.
"Doctor, how do we get out?" She asked.
"Okay, it's being fed through surgically implanted feeder tubes, so the normal entrance is closed for business." He replied, a wall of lovely big teeth.
"We could try, though." Amy says.
"No, stop, don't move." I slightly yell.
The 'floor' vibrates.
"Too late. It's started." The doctor says.
"What has?"
"Swallow reflex."
"What are you doing?" Amy asks.
"I'm vibrating the chemo-receptors." I tell her.
"Chemo-what?"
"The eject button." The doctor replied for me as I was focusing.
"How does a mouth have an eject button?"
"Think about it!" He told her, a wave of vomit approaches.
"Right, then. This isn't going to be big on dignity. Geronimo!" He yells holding onto my hand.
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"There's nothing broken, there's no sign of concussion and yes, you are covered in sick." I say.
"Where are we?" Amy asks.
"Overspill pipe, at a guess."
"Oh, God, it stinks."
"You get used to it trust me." I say as she looked at me with slight disgust, and I shrugged my shoulders.
"Oh, that's not the pipe."
"Oh. Phew. Can we get out?"
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The Oncoming Storm ²
Fanfiction(UNDER EDITING) What happens when the Doctor's wife travels with him through time and space. Seer: a person who is supposed to be able, through supernatural insight, to see what the future holds. Oc reader
