A Doctor Who Fanfiction
Chapter Thirteen - We Had A Mission, Ezibel
"That was fun," I smiled, softly, watching him run about, flipping switches and pushing buttons.
"Yeah," he agreed, "But, now, it's back to our mission."
"What mission?" I blinked.
"The one you assigned us, Silly," Prince chuckled, flipping a few more switches and turning a dial, "Hold on tight, Sweetheart... This one's going to be a little rough." Suddenly, the TARDIS made a rather loud rattling noise and tossed me into the chair. Prince held on to the control panel, rapidly messing with them with one hand.
"That's gotta be difficult," I stated, sliding off the edge of the chair and onto the metal floor, "Ow." There was one last violent shake which brought me to my feet from the force and flipped Prince over the railing.
"Oi!" he exclaimed, falling out of sight as the TARDIS settled, "Sexy! Chill!"
"I don't think she's really listening to you," I informed, rushing over to where he'd fallen from and looking down at him, rubbing the back of his neck, "You okay?"
"Yeah," he muttered, hopping to his feet, "Let's go build me a TARDIS, eh?"
"Okay!" I agreed, racing to the door, "Last one out's a rotten egg!"