What the hell just happened?
I'm sure my fellow whovians have seen those graphics floating around either tumblr, facebook or whatever social media site you enjoy. You know those pictures, the ones that say 'you parents occupation is your timelord name, the thing to your left is your sonic item, etc. My friends and I love them and one of them encouraged me to expand on my 'Timelord' and I took that advice. I don't want to post this as a fanfiction, since it was just me being silly so I'll post it here I think.. maybe people will like it, maybe they won't but I had fun with it when I did write up this tiny little thing.
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"What the hell just happened?!?" Glancing wildly around I notice the smoking console... "I freaking crashed the TARDIS AGAIN?!?!" I clamber over to the console, flicking switches and swiping away smoke from my face. My friends were never going to let me hear the end of this, it's not that I was terrible at flying, I just really, really sucked at landing. "Shit, Shit, Shit." I had to get out of the TARDIS and let him cool down before I tried making him fly again, the console was sparking angrily and me. "YOU KNOW, HAD YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LAND YOU PROPERLY THIS WOULDN'T HAPPEN!" The engines whirred grumpily and I huffed, "Fine, I'm going out to see where you took us." Opening the TARDIS doors sends me pitching forward as I dangle from the door frame, clutching frantically at the wood. GREAT, I'm stuck on the freaking Eiffel tower of all places. OF COURSE! Not just any place, but on THE SIDE. I can see the tourist balcony area just below me. I glance down to see if anyone noticed my landing and they appear oblivious, humans texting and taking selfies with their phones. Taking a deep breath and checking my pocket for the TARDIS key, don't need to get it stranded, sure of it's location I drop down to the balcony, only to sprawl over the floor. The teens whip around at the commotion and stare wide eyed at me, their parents snapping from their tourist daze as well. "Nothing to see here folks." Brushing my clothes of, I notice they're rather odd on my frame... SHIT SHIT SHIT, I went male this time... NO NONONO I still had that dress on and oh god! "Uhhhhhh...." I turn and bolt back to the elevators, shoving my way on with a grin. I pretend obliviousness to the stares I'm getting and when we reach the bottom I pull out my Sonic Pen and Psychic paper, moving along to the nearest reflective surface to take in my new look. Hmmm still short, red hair (GINGER! SCORE! The Doc is going to be so freaking Jealous when he sees this.), I'm rather skinny this time around as well, too skinny.. I'm as scrawny as a chicken wing for christ sake. How am I suppose to instill fear into the heart of evil looking like this? I glance around the grounds and find a boy about my size... he's carrying a backpack and I rush over to him, pulling him with me until I reach a secluded area. "I need your clothes man." "What?" "I'm in a bloody dress dude, got any extra clothes?" He stares at me, wide eyed and then nods, pulling his backpack forward and digging around. "OH JUST GIMME!" I snarl and wrench the pack away, rooting around it myself pulling out clothes before stripping in the alley to change. "Uuuhhh. Do you have some sort of mental problem?" "What?" I turn, t-shirt pulled half over my body, "Oh, no. Not that I'm aware of anyway." "um, okay... Who are you exactly?" "Oh! I'm The Mechanic." I respond with a shrug. "The mechanic of what?" "Everything." I glance down at my new clothes, my feet still bare. "You can't be a Mechanic of everything." "Who says I can't? Is there some sort of law against it?" "Well, no..." "EXACTLY!" I rummage through my old coat and find my key, using it to call the TARDIS too me I walk over and pat the door. Circling it and glancing for damages, "Sorry sweetheart, I shouldn't have snapped at you, not your fault I'm clumsy. Forgive me." The ship whirred happily and I smiled, I may have copied the doctors design but I just couldn't help myself. I was a big fan. Hearing a loud thump I turn and sigh heavily. The boy had fainted, shoot, I can't just leave him there either. With a shrug I open the Tardis doors and drag him inside, he may have hit his head once or twice but I'm sure he'll be fine. The console room was in excellent condition though it looks different from before.. I wasn't sure if I liked that or not.. Well nothing to do but wait for my new friend to wake up. With that in mind I sit in chair and kick my legs up onto the console, thinking about how I'm going to have to replace my wardrobe AGAIN.