Yowzah Oneshot Collection (3)

68(G)

to find common ground at the start

   TheSpaceHairAndTheSpaceIdiot

The Doctor’s fingers twitched as he thought of somewhere to take the Tardis, somewhere he could go without his companions along with him.

Rory had only joined he and Amy a few days before, just in time for the failed romantic holiday that ended up involving more Sexy Fish Vampires than any actual alone time for the soon-to-be-married couple. Since their days had been filled mostly with large-scale adventures and not so much of the small, quiet moments the couple seemed to crave, they had taken to spending their nights alone in their bedroom for even longer periods of time than his human companions usually did, sleeping or kissing or doing other humany things he found it best for his sanity to not think about.

Because of the couple’s extended bedroom hours, the Doctor had found himself with much more time on his hands, time in which he found himself alone and with nothing to do. His usual tasks of reading or tinkering with the machinery were tempting (the new jump swing below the console was certainly a new favorite of his) but his still perfectly new body jittered with energy buzzing to be let loose. He needed to get out and do some thing, go somewhere that would keep him occupied and entertained for just a little while and yet, after the madness of the last few days, he wasn’t particularly in the mood for one of his usual adventures that involved endless running or catastrophe. He just didn’t know exactly what it was he craved, where it was he should go to keep busy for the evening.

“What do you think, Sexy? Any ideas?” he asked aloud to his ship, not really expecting any form of response.

He was surprised, however, when almost immediately, the ships’s lights started to flash and the Tardis’ usual comforting hum reverberated loudly through his ears. The time rotor started to movie up and down and the typewriter where he input coordinates started to type for itself. Having the Tardis fly itself without any input or direction from him wasn’t unheard of but it certainly wasn’t common either. It nearly always happened when there was somewhere he needed to be, some where or when that was important.

As he felt the Tardis land, his excitement levels rose. He hadn’t been in the mood for something bigbefore, but if his beloved ship was eager for him to be involved in something, how could that not make him eager to see what it was? He rushed to the doors, expecting to find himself in the middle of an alien ship or a war zone or some city or bustling crowd, ready to launch himself into whatever it was that was happening and relieve the restlessness within himself.

He bolted out before he even took a look around, getting about three feet before he actually took in his surroundings and stopped abruptly in his tracks. There was no ship or battle or crowd around him. Instead he saw only books. Books and computers and tables and chairs and nothing at all interesting or in particular need of his presence. It was just a library. (A normal library, not a planet-sized library like the one that had haunted a few of his dreams towards the end of his last regeneration and every one in the last week or so since the adventure with the Byzantium. He was fairly certain there were no flesh-eating shadows hidden here at least).

He turned back to the Tardis, finger outstretched accusingly. “What do you mean by this? There’s nothing here! I don’t-”

He broke off suddenly at the sound of a loud crash, followed quickly by a string of profanity coming from somewhere behind the bookcase to his left. His head shot around and it only took him a fraction of a second before he turned back to his ship and muttered a quick “Thanks, dear!” before sprinting around the row of shelves in search of whatever or whoever was there.

The library was dark and it was obviously night. There honestly shouldn’t be anyone in here, judging from the way all the computers were shut down, the blinds on the windows closed, and there not being a single soul around, save for himself and the mysterious swearing stranger. So when he rounded the corner, all he could make out was the outline of a vaguely slight figure, humanoid and likely female, crouching low to the ground, busy in her quest to pick up whatever it was that had dropped and caught his attention. Whipping out his sonic, he shone the light at the end down towards the person, curious as to who and what could be going on that could cause the Tardis to bring him precisely here.