(I do not own Doctor Who. Sadly, this story doesn't have a main direction, and I am writing everything as it comes to mind sooooo..... yeah. But first, I want to let it be known that my phone has this thing where it assumes what I am trying to say and gets it wrong 100% of the time. Here is a sentence written by my phone -> ((I was flying by some house when the settlers came over from downstairs and I have killed guards and took their keys.)) Not freaking joking. I press the word above my keypad and my phone thens writes all by it's self. Concerned over what my phone has to say.)
"Crashing! Doctor! Your ship is crashing!" Dean yelled from his position on the wall as the TARDIS spun, turning the control room into one of those UFO rides.
Sam was clinging to the railing, and Cas, their angel friend, was nowhere to be seen, probably somewhere else in the world.
Meanwhile, I was fighting the laws of momentum and other laws as I clung to the control board, struggling to land this ship safely.
"I know it's crashing!" I snapped at the Hunter, they'd told me about their background already, "I know the ship is crashing, aright!?!
"Well do something about it before we all die!" Dean snapped.
"Shut your mouth young man!"
"Young man!?! You look about twenty, so I'm older than you are!"
"Well, somebody is quite judging of the cover of book,"I screamed back, "I lost count of my age when I turned 900, and that was QUITE a while ago, thank you very much!"
Sam was so shocked he loosened his grip and the railing seemed to judoflip him. Dean was still stuck to the wall like a fly on flypaper as the TARDIS spun uncontrollably.
Then we landed, the TARDIS stopped spinning, and Dean fell off the wall at the sudden stop, landing unceremoniously onto his face. The railing judoflipped me like it had judoflipped Sam. But I kept going due to a lack of wall where I was and the jar holding my former hand fell on my face. Luckily, it didn't break, but now my head slightly hurt.
I tossed the hand away from my face subconsciously and it landed in Sam's lap. He yelped in alarm and tossed it like a hot potatoe. Dean, having just gotten to his feet, caught it, and without a word tossed it back to Sam, who tossed it back to Dean.
My hand was now a part of a game of 'I don't want it.'
"Hey!" I complained, catching the jar, "be careful! I lost this in a sword fight!"
They gave me identical wide eyed looks before staring at the two hands connected to my body. I rolled my eyes, "I had just been regenerated, I had just enough regeneration energy left to regrow my hand. But I already died in that form anyways, and I'm STILL not a redhead. I guess I'm fine with that now."
I put the jar back and santered over to the door because I owned the place. The place being the TARDIS, of course. I opened the door and peeked out. After all this time of my timetraveling life, I have learned a very important lesson.
Never just walk right out of the TARDIS. Anything can be waiting right outside those doors and regeneration isn't as fun as you might think. I look great in a bowtie and fez and I hate when my personality slightly changes and my looks change.
The world outside was snowy and I do believe we had landed at the dead end end of an alley. The street was just ahead. Festive lights decorated the street.
I closed the door, safely back within the warm TARDIS. Always a shock going from warm to freezing, no matter how prepared you are.
"Grab some coats, boys," I cautioned, "you can find some over here," I added, pointing to where they were held in a chest.
I climbed the steps to my own personal outfits, taking in the memories that arose every time I walked near here. A long scarf trailed on the floor as if abondoned, most likely cast off by the rough landing. I picked it up, staring at it fondly for a second. I had tripped on this scarf once or twice during that time. I carefully hung it back up, wondering if, when I die next, if yet another outfit full of memories would be abondoned to this closet, a reminder of the things that regeneration had gone through. I sat down and leaned against a wall. With these outfits came memories of old friends.
I always had to leave them behind. I couldn't keep them, any of them, for long. I simply can't face that they will age, and one day, die. I think I will always walk on this planet, and every other planet. Always existing. So I leave them, at some point I always leave them.
"Doctor? Where'd he go?"
"How am I supposed to know?"
I got to my feet.
They're probably about to wander off and get themselves lost.
What did I come in here for in the first place? Oh well.
Sam and Dean had not heeded my advice. Fine. They can freeze their little butts off.
I dismissed the thought of going back and bringing the scarf. I would be fine.
"Alonsy, then," I grinned, "time to get amovin."
With that said, I dragged them both out of my TARDIS.
"I'm hungry, come on, Sammy," Dean ordered after noticing a nearby diner. The diner was called 'Blue Box Diner.' I found that somewhat interesting and coincedental.
Our little trio walked in. They started toward the booths, but with a grin of delight I hurried over to the swirly chairs, childishly spinning around a couple times before planting my hands on the countertop.
"You know you're sitting at a bar, right?" the waitress asked when I asked for water.
"Then dye the water blue," I said, my sentence not making much sense, "and get me some jammiedodgers, fish sticks and custard please. Do NOT make the jammiedodger apple flavored please."
Dean and Sam sat down on either side of me with similar sighs of annoyance. I literally didn't care, if I annoy them, then that's their problem for still knowing where the box they're supposed to think outside of is. I lost that box ages ago. Maybe it was blue. Ha, get it?
"We get it," Dean replied sarcastically.
"Oh, I did say that aloud. Huh, thought so. Anyways, what's on your mind menu wise?" I replied, stupid grin still on my face as I spun around in my chair one more time.
"Here you go, sir," a familiar voice spoke, accompanied by the sound of a cup and plate being place on the table.
My grin disappeared, and I slowly looked over my shoulder, confirming my suspicions. Slowly, I took a deep breath and turned around. She didn't recognize me, of course, but I would recognize her anywhere.
I remember that day, how could I not? The time lords were gone, the time war had just ended with the destruction of my home world. A department store, I had been in. And I had seen her. This girl had been my first friend after the end of Gallifrey, I had never felt so alone before she decided to be my companion.
Bad Wolf, the box that had ended Gallifrey had a conscience, and it took her form.
Rose Tyler.
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