We May Have A Little Problem...

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(First time trying something like this. Hope I do okay! ;) Anyways I own neither Doctor Who or Supernatural, and I am 99% believing this story should end up being freaking awesome. POV of the Doctor!))

"Well, me and you again. Just the two of us once again, old girl," I sighed, patting the TARDIS's console lovingly.

The lovely sound of, as River Song often pointed out to me, the TARDIS traveling through time and space with the breaks on, was music to my ears.

"Dashing through the snow," the radio turned on, "making spirits bright!"

"I have a radio?" I murmured to myself, "well that's a new discovery, huh old girl?"

I turned the radio off, I wasn't heading to any Christmas day anytime soon, so I didn't exactly feel like listening to Christmas music. When I mentioned music to my ears, I didn't mean actual music.

Suddenly the floor below my feet jerked wildly and I was sent toppling off my feet. I grabbed onto the railing and somehow managed to catch myself.

The TARDIS came to a stop, having been jerked to a halting stop.

I walked to the doors and cautiously opened the doors a little bit. A forest on Earth, perhaps? Dinosaur age?

I stepped out of the TARDIS and closed the door behind me. I gave the blue box a reassuring pat, most likely reassuring myself of... what? What did I need reassured about?

I straightened my bowtie and took a careful step forward. Nothing happened. Confidence growing, I stooped down to investigate a UFO, Unidentified Fascinating Object, because that's how I roll.

It looked like a footprint, a humanoid footprint.

I followed the trail, scanning it with my sonic screwdriver. Nothing came up, maybe, perhaps, it was trying to make up it's mind? No, I'm just quite sentimental, apparently, and give characteristics to my nonliving sonic screwdriver.

I stood up and put my sonic screwdriver away, and took a step forward. And I can say with a straight face, maybe not so much now, that I literally stepped into this one. I was suddenly upside down, arms tied to my side with primitive, but strong, rope. All was silent for a second, the only sound the rustle of the leafy foliage all around me.

"Oh, for the sake of Gal-" I began before being cut off by the rope snapping and almost landing on my face were it not for me landing on my left shoulder. Which hurt by the way.

My ears were... ringing?

"For the sake of Gallifrey, please shut up," I groaned in pain. Thank you, shoulder, for the throbbing pain you have granted upon me.

The ringing stopped and the creature switched to talking instead of whatever the heck it had been doing but a moment before.

"Capture success. Foolish creature easy to find when unsuspecting," it clacked. 'It' appeared to be a humanoid creature covered with black feathers. It had black wings, and a sharp beak.

"I'm the Doctor," I responded.

"No duh," a second raven person laughed.

I winced as the taller one picked me up by my hurt shoulder.

"Oops," it grinned, digging it's talon fingers into my left shoulder, "didn't mean to hurt you, Doctor."

"Flulx, keep him alive for now," the shorter one scolded.

"Flulx, interesting name," I spoke.

"We are mighty Kilmians," Flulx boasted.

They began to drag me away down a barely noticable trail.

"Oh, come on! Don't dirty my outfit, please. The last time I found the TARDIS's laundry room was last week! Haven't seen it since!" I complained.

"Shut up, or I'll take one of your hearts right here and now, time lord," the small Kilmian threatened, tracing around my second heart as if imagining how best to cut it out of my body. I shivered at the thought.

"Mighty quiet, Doctor. Don't you agree, Tasew?" Flulx laughed.

The trail ended, and they led me into a cave. Tasew set up several bright torches that lit up the cavern. Flulx plopped me down on a stone seat.

This whole thing had me unnerved, just slightly. The fact that I was alone kind of made me nervous.

"Let's see here," Tasew grinned evilly. A honorable feat considering he could effectively smile evilly with a beak.

Tasew bit me on the arm.

I screamed in pain and shock. What the heck? Jeesh, freaking carnivorous evil little daleks!

"Sorry, Doctor, but you might grow dizzy," Tasew smirked, "after all, we can't just have a fully awake Time Lord, right? You'd escape before you even get to your destination."

With a laugh, they both left the cave, talking about how easy their 'hunt' had been and how I practically delivered myself to their door.

Alright, so they are now gone. They have captured me, are planning to sell me for some reason, don't mind hurting me in the process, yeah, let's get out of here, shall we?

I struggled to sit up, and positioned myself against a jagged rock after falling down every few seconds to get to the rock across the room. To my excitement and disbelief, the rope snapped, and my hands were free. I rid myself of the rope and made a break for it, racing out of the cave and in the direction of the TARDIS like all of the Weeping Angels no longer were quantum locked and on my tail. Oh, just realized one of my worst nightmares.

To my delight, the TARDIS came into view as the world began to feel slightly lopsided. Racing forward, I opened the doors and rushed inside, resisting the urge to slam them shut because I didn't want her to get mad at me. It's not fun having an angry TARDIS. She can be quite moody.

My feet almost gave way, seemingly forgetting how to work. I reached out and activated a random control. The TARDIS's usual varoo like sound started up as she took me away from this time period.

As the world spun, my hands slipped, and the TARDIS swung a bit, and I heard car alarms ringing outside. Oops.

It came to a screeching halt that would have made me wince had the world not been spinning around.

I stumbled to the doors and swung myself out, closing them behind me. I saw a house, a black car I don't think should be in this time period because of how the man just racing out of the house was dressed. And the world was spinning faster, and faster, and the last thing I know is that the ground is rushing up to meet me as I fall.

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