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A lean framed brunette wiggled her hips into a slim fitting pair of jeans. "My goodness! Squeeze the life out of me why don't you!" She sighed deeply feeling the tight squeeze of the pants on her hips and thighs. Had she picked too full figured of a body? Surely not. If she had learned anything from observations it was that people appreciate a certain type of figure. It was important to her to be attractive, she wasn't sure why, but it was important. Her dark curls were piled on top of her head and held with a tie in place. Now she pranced around the room only in the jeans. Her hands ran over all the fabrics that hung, suspended on a thin pipe. What shirt should she try on today?
She found a soft top, a pretty pale green. It dipped low in the front and barely reached the top of the jeans. "No, no no... Too simple. Feather falls and the snow. The day is coming soon. Sky is going to fall. I should warn him." She took off the shirt and then the jeans. Sexy found a dress after that, pretty and ivory and all lace. "Oh perfect, looks almost like a snow flake. This is the one." Her fragile hand reached out to pull the dress on over her head and pranced about the room in a silly little dance to music playing in her head.
"Mmm.. lovely, lovely, but we need music. Real music. What music." She danced over to the console in the room and a song started playing, Rosalyn by David Bowie. She wiggled her hips in the skirt of the dress that rested more loosely around her hips. Her hand moved to the back of her head, releasing her wild curls. She hadn't quite figured out the whole... hair brushing thing yet. No, for now her curls would remain wild and untamed as those hips traveling around the room.
The music was loud enough to cover any footsteps as well as draw a bit of attention, but she was all alone, right?
The first thing the Doctor noticed when he stepped into the TARDIS after saying goodbye to King Richard III was the absence of light. Looking around as best he could, he saw that the console room was almost pitch black. The second thing he noticed was that from off down the corridors somewhere, the sound of his signed David Bowie CD floated up. How exactly were these two things related? He would have to find out, if they even were related. It might turn out to be one of those days.
"Right, what's the matter old girl?" he asked as he went up to the console. Checking it, his expression darkened. "That's not possible..." But he wouldn't worry about that. Yet. Instead he decided to go and put off that music which was distracting him from thinking. And find out how it was playing. Making his way through the passages of his time machine, he soon came to the room the music was coming from and opened the door. The sight that greeted him was...odd.
The Doctor leaned against the doorframe and looked at the woman prancing about, with a pile of clothes on the floor. "Can I help you?"
"Do you really love me, do you love me true Do you really love me Rosalyn? Yeah gotta know, yeah gotta know Yeah gotta know Rosalyn"
Played from the speakers as the brunette danced around the room, unaware of the doors (being pushed instead of pulled) open. She was too busy being excited about her control of this new frame. Dancing around still until she heard a voice come from behind her and she dropped the skirts that she had bunched up in her hands while dancing, her back facing him. A pitiful voice with an intensely cockney accent "You don't recognize me? Of course you don't recognize me. Don't ever look at me do you? Don't even stop to read my sign anymore!" She said then covered her mouth, a small whimper coming from her, the music fading at her golden touch to the console.
"The sky is going to fall Doctor. Also it's going to snow." She said shyly. Her eyes, far too large for her face, staring at her bare feet. Should she evacuate this body now? Just leave this dream behind? A fear washed over her, how angry might he be at her. Did she care? She moved forward quickly, her lips finding his in the briefest of kisses, not giving him a minute to react before she was moving away, folding her arms shyly. "I suppose it's time to go, isn't it Doctor?" The frame in the ivory lace dress fell to a small pile of fake flesh, "Please don't be mad at me, my Doctor." The words barely fluttered to his ears before the rooms all lit up and the motors and machinery whirled back to life.
"You don't recognize me? Of course you don't recognize me. Don't ever look at me do you? Don't even stop to read my sign anymore!"
"Um, I'm sorry but...what?" the Doctor asked with a frown. He had just found this woman, but hadn't decided if she was a threat or not, and she already sounded like he'd frightened her. "Why don't you sit down? I can help-"
But then he noticed the golden light when she touched the console. And then she was kissing him! Before he could pull back, she did so herself. "Why did you-" Then suddenly, it clicked, kist as she was fading away. "No," he whispered as the body fell to the ground. "No!" He ran over to it. "Come back! Please, come back! I didn't mean to scare you. Come back!" He was shouting into the TARDIS now.
She remained in her original skin of the TARDIS for a few moments before she decided to return to the mechanical frame on the ground. 'Life' being breathed back into it as she reconstituted. She sat up slowly and with a deep sigh, shaking her head a small bit. A strangely timid look coming over her face as she watched her Doctor, "Not mad at me then?" She asked, looking up at him as she pulled herself up to stand, still wearing the pretty, ivory lace dress. She just watched him. Her broad brown eyes just staring, wild curls falling down her neck and shoulders in the most nonsensical yet somehow perfect way. A faint, dusty gold light flowed from the outside corners of her eyes.
"Been working on this for a long time... Had a lot o' repairing to do. Nicks and cuts here and there, shorted wires. I fixed it though. Thought... it might work, if only for a moment for me to talk to you again." She turned her head to the side shyly, her left arm rising to rub her right, a very human thing to do. She'd watched the companions. For 900 all she had done was observe qualities to humanity, good and bad. She could see it all, all of time and space. She was quite possibly the only person in the universe, that knew more than the Doctor.
She knew everything, yet was so innocent. A creature unspoilt, or at least that was how it seamed. The TARDIS was alive, sure enough, was sentient and was capable of emotion, though not of expressing it. It had torn her to pieces to see the loss of companions, the ache of her Doctor's heart when final words were cut short. She witnessed all the loss and all the pain and felt it too, and yet couldn't express anything. Everything was just bottled up inside her, every emotion, every desire, every memory, locked away in her memory banks. Each one to painful to call upon. The only witness to the deaths of the Doctor and the reincarnations of him. The only living thing in the world to have had the privilege and the right to see him every day of every week of every month of every year.
The only living creature that was there for him for every moment of his life. For every heartache and difficult puzzle. Every defeat and every win. The TARDIS stood resolute. The beacon of hope in the darkness, the safe warm home for weary travelers. The home of the Doctor. People often forgot that the TARDIS was alive, had a soul and with a soul comes the burden of emotion. Now though, with this newly found body of hers, she had a chance to make the emotions real. To feel and express things.
Not just to the raggedy man, but to all of them. The TARDIS loved the Doctor. She always would and always had. After all, she stole him and ran away. He was the one crazy enough to stay.
All of these memories happened in an instant for the creature, half machine, half TARDIS, all alive. She shook her head a bit, not realizing that as she had been staring at the Doctor, her Doctor, her eyes had sprung a leak. Of course she knew and understood that they were tears, and what tears meant. It meant she was so intensely happy to see him at that moment, to be able to say 'Hello' to him, even if just one more time... that she hadn't been able to translate the emotion to words. The tears just silently began, "Hello again, my lovely Doctor."
A sigh of relief escaped the Doctor's lips as the robotic form came back to 'life', and he stood up with it. No, not it. Her. It was her. His TARDIS. There was a part of him that was still unsure of how it was possible, but that didn't matter. He was able to talk to her again. The last time hadn't been long enough. And hopefully, he would never have to say goodbye to her like back then.
It was such a high ride on a wave of overwhelming emotions. Happiness, relief, love, everything so very humany-wumany. It took him a while to realise that he was crying, and when he did, he saw that she was too. He couldn't help himself and hugged her.
"Hello again, my lovely Doctor."
"Hello Sexy," he whispered back with a grin. This was such a good thing for the two of them. His ship, his home, his rock in times of need, and now she could talk with him once again. It had been something he'd always wanted but had been unable to make it happen. And now...oh, this was wonderful. "Why didn't you try to tell me you were doing this?" he asked as he continued holding her. "I would've been all too happy to help."
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