Part 1 - Zen and the Art of TARDIS Maintenance
AN: Let us review: Dawn, the Doctor, her pet vole Emort, Clark, and Captain John are all stuck in a vicious cycle of cliffhangers exchanged by Booster and me. Doctor Who belongs to the BBC, Buffy is the property of Joss Whedon, and Booster is a cruel, cruel partner. That is all.
The Doctor raised his hands in triumph as the assembly he’d just installed underneath the console lit up with life. “Ladies, gentlemen, and lizards, we have a functioning time circuit!” He hopped up to his feet. “Thank you John, for the Klining crystal.”
“Don’t mention it.” John wagged his wrist. “Wasn’t near enough battery left in this to get me home on my own.”
“When and where would you call that, then?” asked the Doctor.
John shrugged. “Oh, I’m in no particular rush. Time Agent, you know, we’ve got all the time in the universe.”
“True that,” said Clark.
“So when are we going now?” asked Dawn, placing Emort on the console.
“Twenty-first century Earth,” said the Doctor, working various levers and knobs on the console, Dawn doing much the same on the other side. “Still need to get you that check-up, now that you’re the second to last of the Time Lords, plus it’s been ages since I spoke to Martha.” The center column pulsed and pumped away. “Course, that means that Clark may need to man the TARDIS for a bit. Seven-foot lizards are still a call for alarm in these days. And given Emort’s track record, perhaps it’s best that he sit this visit out as well.”
Dawn stroked Emort protectively, glaring at John. “Don’t get into too much trouble while we’re gone,” she told the vole.
With a shudder, the TARDIS finished materializing. Dawn peered at the monitor. “Looks like twenty-first century Earth to me.” She grinned. “Can I check first?”
The Doctor smiled. “Go on, then.”
Dawn dashed over to the doors, cracking them open.
“Doeth it look like a thpathe thtation?” asked Clark.
Dawn shook her head. “Looks like we’ve got Prince fans. They’re all wearing raspberry berets.”
John cracked a smile. “Those UNIT chaps did have a sense of style.”
Just then Dawn was pushed aside, as Martha Jones ran into the TARDIS. “Doctor! Thank God you’re here! We need you.”
All right Booster, how are you going to make me curse this time?