[oncoming_storms] - Aliens made us do it
"He can be a right fool sometimes, if you ask me."
"Can't they all, though?" There was the unmistakable clatter of feet on metal and the discussion died down as quickly as it had started until the last echoes faded into the ether. "I've yet to meet one who isn't."
The TARDIS chuckled at that -- well, her version of chuckling, at any rate. The Doctor had left her to go gallavanting off on another of his adventures ("I'll be back in just a tick, old girl, don't you worry," he'd said, giving her an affectionate pet -- and then another and another -- before disappearing outside her doors and into the great unknown), and not long after another TARDIS had materialised beside her. It wasn't unheard of, really: they were on a science station endorsed by the Time Lords. One or two were coming and going at regular intervals. This one just happened to land beside the blue police box and, with nothing else to do, the Doctor's TARDIS and the elegantly shaped Type 89 began talking amongst themselves of their pilots and their lives.
"We've just come back from the Andromeda sector," the Type 89 was saying. "Jarlisseriantheragin has been observing a global civil war for the past three centuries and has finally accumulated enough knowledge to give a detailed report to the Council. We're simply stopping over here for the moment because he forgot to make a notation about each faction's supply rations and so needs some more supplies before heading back." There was the distinct feeling of frustration in the Type 89's words, though the TARDIS understood it was more at the thought of going back to this war-embroiled planet than because of the pilot's foolishness.
Personally, she thought it was foolish to have just sat around watching a civil war instead of doing something about it, but the TARDIS had found she and the Doctor were rather different when it came to the norm.
"We've just come back from Earth," the TARDIS told her companion then, a bit of smugness in her own thoughts. "We saved the humans from dying. Again."
The Type 89 gave a startled gasp. "You interfered?" she asked. "Your pilot cannot do that!"
The TARDIS mentally shrugged. "It wasn't our fault," she protested. "The Pedolites made us do it. If they hadn't tried wiping out the humans, we'd not have had to stop them."
"You can't blame the aliens!" the Type 89 admonished. "Time Lords aren't supposed to interfere."
The TARDIS about rolled her eyes -- figuratively, of course. "Please," she sighed. "You new models, where is your sense of spirit? Of adventure? There was a time where we all about tossed our pilots into the thick of things, whether they wanted it or not. My Doctor would have it no other way."
Recognition passed through the mental conversation as the Type 89 realised just what TARDIS she was speaking with, and who her pilot was. "Are you even allowed here?" the newer model asked, though there was an almost electrified excitement beneath her words.
The TARDIS laughed. "Of course not~" she sang, humming happily. "We're just here to see an old friend before heading off again. Well, he is here to see an old friend. I'm simply waiting for him."
Her companion hummed in thinly-veiled interest, obviously trying to remain indifferent (as a good TARDIS to a good Time Lord should), though her next question belied that. "Where will you go?"
Footsteps rang loudly through the chamber where the two TARDISes waited, cutting into their conversation. The Doctor darted in, fumbling with his key and giving the other TARDIS the briefest of glances before disappearing into his own craft, shouting something along the lines of "Time to go!"
The TARDIS hummed happily, giving the Type 89 a friendly mental wave goodbye. "We'll go whever we wish," she said simply, gleefully, and then disappeared with a distinct vrworping sound, to go where she and her Doctor would.
Muse: The TARDIS
Word Count: 652
Special thanks to salvagestime for giving me the idea~
"Can't they all, though?" There was the unmistakable clatter of feet on metal and the discussion died down as quickly as it had started until the last echoes faded into the ether. "I've yet to meet one who isn't."
The TARDIS chuckled at that -- well, her version of chuckling, at any rate. The Doctor had left her to go gallavanting off on another of his adventures ("I'll be back in just a tick, old girl, don't you worry," he'd said, giving her an affectionate pet -- and then another and another -- before disappearing outside her doors and into the great unknown), and not long after another TARDIS had materialised beside her. It wasn't unheard of, really: they were on a science station endorsed by the Time Lords. One or two were coming and going at regular intervals. This one just happened to land beside the blue police box and, with nothing else to do, the Doctor's TARDIS and the elegantly shaped Type 89 began talking amongst themselves of their pilots and their lives.
"We've just come back from the Andromeda sector," the Type 89 was saying. "Jarlisseriantheragin has been observing a global civil war for the past three centuries and has finally accumulated enough knowledge to give a detailed report to the Council. We're simply stopping over here for the moment because he forgot to make a notation about each faction's supply rations and so needs some more supplies before heading back." There was the distinct feeling of frustration in the Type 89's words, though the TARDIS understood it was more at the thought of going back to this war-embroiled planet than because of the pilot's foolishness.
Personally, she thought it was foolish to have just sat around watching a civil war instead of doing something about it, but the TARDIS had found she and the Doctor were rather different when it came to the norm.
"We've just come back from Earth," the TARDIS told her companion then, a bit of smugness in her own thoughts. "We saved the humans from dying. Again."
The Type 89 gave a startled gasp. "You interfered?" she asked. "Your pilot cannot do that!"
The TARDIS mentally shrugged. "It wasn't our fault," she protested. "The Pedolites made us do it. If they hadn't tried wiping out the humans, we'd not have had to stop them."
"You can't blame the aliens!" the Type 89 admonished. "Time Lords aren't supposed to interfere."
The TARDIS about rolled her eyes -- figuratively, of course. "Please," she sighed. "You new models, where is your sense of spirit? Of adventure? There was a time where we all about tossed our pilots into the thick of things, whether they wanted it or not. My Doctor would have it no other way."
Recognition passed through the mental conversation as the Type 89 realised just what TARDIS she was speaking with, and who her pilot was. "Are you even allowed here?" the newer model asked, though there was an almost electrified excitement beneath her words.
The TARDIS laughed. "Of course not~" she sang, humming happily. "We're just here to see an old friend before heading off again. Well, he is here to see an old friend. I'm simply waiting for him."
Her companion hummed in thinly-veiled interest, obviously trying to remain indifferent (as a good TARDIS to a good Time Lord should), though her next question belied that. "Where will you go?"
Footsteps rang loudly through the chamber where the two TARDISes waited, cutting into their conversation. The Doctor darted in, fumbling with his key and giving the other TARDIS the briefest of glances before disappearing into his own craft, shouting something along the lines of "Time to go!"
The TARDIS hummed happily, giving the Type 89 a friendly mental wave goodbye. "We'll go whever we wish," she said simply, gleefully, and then disappeared with a distinct vrworping sound, to go where she and her Doctor would.
Muse: The TARDIS
Word Count: 652
Special thanks to salvagestime for giving me the idea~