Disclaimer: The characters featured in this fic do not belong to me. More's the pity.
Summary: The TARDIS needs an MOT so he takes it to the best..
The grin on his face was manic, she thought, absolutely manic.
"I've heard you're pretty nifty with machinery," he said. "And I need a mechanic. The best."
She stared at him in shocked silence. "You want me...to mend that?"
He followed her gaze to his beloved craft which sat steaming a little some metres away and then nodded. "Yes." He said emphatically.
"I've never seen one of those before," she stuttered.
"I've heard that's not been a problem in the past."
"I didn't even know they could fly."
"Not fly per se...more like accessing the ... " he paused and his grin softened to a smile. "I bet you're just dying to know how it works, aren't you?"
She couldn't hide the curiousity on her face. "I'll give it a go," she said. "What's it called again?"
"It's called a TARDIS. Time And Relative Dimension In Space."
"And who are you?"
"Call me the Doctor."
She frowned at him. "Have we met before? You seem really familiar."
"Well I swing through here from time to time." He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the blue police box. "Come on Samantha Carter. Let's see you work your mechanical magic."