TheTennantDoctor

A few days later... The Time Lord was huffily working under the large console of the TARDIS, lying flat on his back as he worked at a set of green and yellow wires that were occasionally glittering with sparks and emitting growling noises, his long fingers fiddling to repair them whilst the sonic screwdriver was clamed firmly in his jaws. His once thinner self would have perhaps squeezed in further under the tight space, but right now, he felt...claustrophobic. The Doctor knew he shouldn't have given in to the urges, but he had in a selfish, hungry manner. Now, he was suffering for it. He had sneaked a visit to the scales without Rose knowi

Rose had collected her favourite coat from her bedroom and made a hasty retreat to meet her mother at the hospital, leaving the Time Lord alone in the flat. He was sat on the rugged sofa, glaring blankly at the TV screen which was showing an extremely heated episode of Jeremy Kyle. He was trying to ignore the hunger pains that were starting to grow again from within his stomach, tapping his foot in an agitated manner on the carpet to try and direct his mind to other things. He even turned his attention to the old clock sat on the mantle piece and began to think about the process of how it could have been pieced together. But it was becoming t

The Doctor was running. No, not just running. He was sprinting. Another barrel of gunfire erupted somewhere from the Time Lord's left as he dodged another crashed and mangled vehicle, trying to manoeuvre away from any screaming or shouting that he heard. His long brown coat flapped behind him as he jumped over a large crack in what used to be a road, his hearts trying to pump the adrenaline through his veins to keep him focused and alert. Within the course of an hour, the Doctor had witnessed the planet Oplixion fall into the depths of civil war. A fixed point in time, the Doctor knew he could do nothing to prevent it, but hadn't known whe

The Doctor fidgeted himself around impatiently as Rose glanced down towards the floor, an inquisitive look spread over her features. He had always hated weighing scales. They caused more disruption than they did good. Rose and him were both standing in the pits of Jackie's bathroom at the Powell Estate in among piles upon piles of hair products and make up which were scattered over the sink and small shelves. The Time Lord scrunched up his nose as he got another whiff of hair dye but was quickly put right when Rose grabbed his arm firmly for the fourth time. "Stay still, Doctor." Rose spat as he leaned slightly to far to the left, causing t

After a good half an hour of searching, the Doctor had managed to find a brown pin-striped jacket that fit to his new frame, and now he and Rose were stood at the console of the TARDIS, the Time Lord with his hands set upon the monitor ready to input controls. “Give me a number between one and fifteen,” The Doctor said to Rose whose face lit up with excitement as she tried to think of a number. “Erm…six!” She exclaimed. “Now one between twenty and fifty,” The Doctor responded quickly, his own excitement building up. Rose thought for a few more moments, tucking her blonde hair between her ears as

In the never ending corridors of the TARDIS, Rose Tyler was on a search for the Doctor. She had just woken up from the first full night’s sleep she’d had in weeks, having then gone to get some breakfast like she always did before heading off to the console room where the Time Lord was usually tinkering with the ancient engines of his machine or muttering to himself. She had been surprised to not find him there. She had then wandered to have a look in the library as he sometimes engrossed in a book while she was sleeping, but he had not been there. She had even resorted to knocking on his bedroom door, as there were rare occasions