Well, What Do You Think?
Disclaimer – I thought I should probably put this in here, as the first few chapters of this one are going to be REMARKABLY similar to the first episode of series 5. But with a twist! Obviously I have NO claim over Doctor Who, sadly, which belongs to the lovely BBC. Speech taken directly from the episode is in italics :)
Evie looked at the Doctor as she often did since he'd regenerated, wondering just how different the man behind this face was from the man behind the last one. He certainly managed to answer the tricky questions she threw at him every now and again – just to test him out. He was the same, but different as well. Sometimes when he looked at her… it was almost as though he was looking through her. Like her friends had and the people in the pub when she'd been with Donna's granddad and all the other people as well.
But then he seemed to jerk back and grin at her, that stupid little boy grin, and they'd be off again. There was definitely one bonus to his new personality – he treated her less like a little girl and more like a sister or friend. He didn't try to stop her doing things without checking it was safe first. When she'd fallen out of the TARDIS, which was hovering about three feet above the surface of one of the planets they'd visited, he'd just laughed at her until she'd dusted herself down and chased after him.
She'd been furious at the Doctor just before his regeneration. It was Christmas Day – they may as well have accepted the Noble's offer of staying for Christmas, because they had done anyway. He'd left her with Donna, almost as though the red-head was babysitting her, and disappeared off with Wilf. They didn't have a clue what was happening, unable to contact them. Then it got even weirder when everyone turned into the same man, who the Doctor later explained was The Master.
When, eventually, he returned for her the Doctor was in a bad way. He explained that he was on the verge of regenerating, but there were things he wanted to do first. Then he'd taken Evie on a tour of all his past companions. Finally the teenager was able to put faces to the names she'd heard so often; Rose and Jackie Tyler, Martha Jones, Mickey Smith, Captain Jack Harkness, Sarah Jane and Luke Smith. There were others, too, so many others. Seeing them all made Evie feel small – she was just the latest in a long line.
Then he'd regenerated, starting with his right hand. He'd been so sad to change, but it had been such a violent regeneration that the teenager had been forced to leave the console room and take shelter in her bedroom. When she'd eventually decided that it was safe and returned to the console room, the new-look Doctor was rushing around like a headless chicken trying to regain control of the TARDIS, which was sparking and on fire.
Without stopping to think, Evie had leapt to his side, pressing buttons and twisting dials. She hadn't even given him a second glance before she jumped into action. When the TARDIS had been stabilised, she finally got the chance to look at him, properly.
"Well, what do you think?" He asked, twirling around so that she could scrutinise him from every angle. She tilted her head to one side, trying to hide the smirk that was creeping over her face.
"Wellll…" She said, drawing out the word to heighten the suspense of her final response to his question. "You're not as pretty as you were… and your hair is all floppy."
"How rude!" He cried, pretending to be offended by her words. Then he grinned and hugged her tightly. "But I'm still not ginger." He said, disappointed.
"That's the least of your worries." The teenager told him seriously looking around the console room. "I think we're gonna need a new one of these before we get much further. Besides," she strode across the room and threw open the TARDIS doors, showing him that they were still hurtling towards Earth, "we need to deal with this."
"Oh… yes!" He grinned, flying around the controls trying to get the ship under control. Evie sighed, rolled her eyes, shook her head and followed him. She'd gone from feeling like the Doctor's daughter, with him being constantly overprotective, to feeling like his mother. It was crazy. Then, realising what she was thinking the teenager grinned. He was crazy!
"Geronimo!" He shouted, wrenching the lever his hand had been hovering over down in one swift movement. Evie laughed, throwing her head back as adrenaline surged through her veins.
For a while they worked steadily, concentrating hard on what they were doing. Every now and then the Doctor physically lifted Evie off her feet, moving her out of his way. She pushed him, sending him stumbling to the side as she grinned.
"Let's check where we are." He suggested, moving towards the doors.
"I really don't think you should." Evie argued, raising an eyebrow as she moved hurriedly to smack a button that was flashing red. It went out as she hit it, making a slight grating noise before the sound settled into a purring hum.
"Oh! Live a little, Evie!" He chuckled, throwing open the doors. One minute he was there and the next he was gone. The teenager groaned, running to the doors. She, unlike the Doctor, was sensible enough to cling on for dear life.
"Doctor?" She shrieked looking down at the top of his head. He was holding tightly to the TARDIS, the sonic screwdriver in his mouth, preventing him from replying. Instead he was sending her exasperated looks. Even in that state he was being sarky. "You IDIOT."
Evie reached down, trying to pull him back in. Although he was skinny, he was heavy and she was only small. Finally, as they appeared to be flying straight at Big Ben, Evie left him and ran to the console. She panicked, pushing random buttons and hoping something would work.
The Doctor rolled his eyes; typical human, panicking at the first sign of trouble and forgetting what she knew. The girl was perfectly capable of getting them out of this mess, but he didn't have time to wait. He flicked the sonic screwdriver from his mouth to his hand, aiming it at the correct lever on the console and pressing the button. The lever dropped, raising the TARDIS slightly. That done, he turned and saw the spike on the top of the clock coming breathtakingly close. He took a deep breath as he got closer and closer, releasing it once the danger had passed.
Finally the Doctor managed to haul himself inside, groaning at the sight that met his eyes. His beloved console room was burning, sparking and smoking. He closed the doors, leaning against them and looking around in despair at the damage. The teenage girl, just as in love with the TARDIS as he was, ran around dodging falling debris and flames as she tried to get the time machine under control.
"Come on!" Evie shouted, unable to believe that he was just sitting and watching. No sooner had the words left her mouth than there was an almighty jolt and she was thrown across the room. Her feet left the ground as she was hurled through the air, hitting the far wall with a crunch and crumpling onto a heap on the floor.
The Doctor struggled to his feet, battling the turbulence and moved to her side, scooping her into his arms and attempting to carry her along the corridor to the safety of her bedroom.