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[#001] Automatic Update (Doctor Who)
Theme Prompt: New Beginnings
Title: Automatic Update
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating/Warnings: PG,nearly six year old spoilers
Bonus: No
Word Count: 926
Summary: A little snippet set between the TARDIS dematerializing and returning near the end of Eleventh Hour.
"Look at you." The Doctor stood in the doorway, eyes wide with childlike wonder at the view before him. "Oh, you sexy thing... look at you!"
Getting his first look at the newly restored control room was likely as near as he was going to get to what his friends experienced stepping inside the TARDIS for the first time, and he hesitated there a few seconds, relishing it.
Of course it wasn't actually anything like what they experienced. After all, he knew exactly what he was getting in to—literally!—and he'd even changed the desktop settings a few times, himself, but barging into a TARDIS with a completely new console configuration, that brought him back. After all he'd seen, it was a relief to find that the very same exhilaration from some 700 years ago (give or take, depending on how you count, and what you mean by "year") was still there.
In fact, as he nudged the door shut in his wake and bounded up the steps to the console to give it a closer inspection, he found that old enthusiasm was if anything more intense than it had been for some time. He'd had barely an hour to get used to this new regeneration—he'd only learned by accident what he even looked like—and he was still getting to know himself once again, bit of an awkward process, but also exciting in its own way. He found himself just as energetic as his last regeneration but with perhaps an even greater zest for life. That was good. His last thoughts as his prior self had been dreading the end of his life, and he'd burned through two regenerations in, what, less than a decade, with his brooding? No, he was going to make this one last, pounce on every opportunity, do all the things, and absolutely reject anything even abstractly related to finality.
No endings, new rule.
Never mind rules, though, there'd be plenty of time for that. More interesting: new controls. The console was more mechanical, less organic, and yet somehow more fanciful, in a Mad Science Toy Shop sort of way, but that suited him just fine. Of course, many of the changes were purely cosmetic; a friction contrafibulator's a friction contrafibulator, after all. Even the standard parts would surely need some breaking in, though, and a TARDIS-instigated reconfiguration could only make a number of already fussy systems even more temperamental. No problem, a quick hop to the moon and back would do the trick, and give him a chance to explore the new layout.
The improved view screens were handy, and a phone built into the main console so he could properly ignore phone calls, now. His attention fixed on a distinctively new control even as he worked his way counterclockwise around the console—opening the throttle and idling the gravitic anomalizer, throwing the dematerialization lever, hard resetting all the spatial geometer zero levels, giving the atom accelerator a twirl, and playing with a few toggles which he was fairly confident were just there to have toggles to toggle—until the gear-shift-looking device was within arm's reach, affording the opportunity to play a hand over the knob giddily.
"Oooh, multiplexing dimensional flux stabilizer." He grinned, glancing upward at the column of the time rotor with its new blown-glass appearance. "You do spoil me."
He'd been meaning for some time to install some controls to better cut through vortex turbulence, and it was always heartwarming whenever the TARDIS provided him what he needed before he got around to it himself. Of course, rather less welcome, it had also thrown in a set of relative interface stabilizers, as well, but he was just going to ignore those as best he could.
He wanted to make sure the TARDIS was more responsive, not to make it boring.
Speaking of boring, he quickly remembered how little interest he had in hearing himself talk. Or at least, in hearing himself talk to himself; he was perfectly comfortable talking if he had an admiring audience, but no sooner had he landed on the Moon than he remembered just how much he really didn't like being left alone with himself.
Outside the TARDIS doors would be total silence.
He'd been told more than once before not to travel alone. They were all right, of course, to say it, for all that he wasn't about to admit it. But perhaps even more important than that, there was a mystery he still had to solve. A crack in space and time, that was improbable enough, but something about that town, about that girl and her life, was all wrong, and even if he had any patience for his own company, that would have been motivation enough. He had to investigate, he had to, and he knew without a doubt that she'd jump at the invitation. Without further hesitation, or dwelling on his motivations, he dematerialized again, setting course to land within a few meters of where he'd taken off from only moments before.
It was dark outside when he opened the door. Odd, for such a short hop. Had he nudged the helmic regulator? Well, no problem, he couldn't be off by more than a few hours, he was absolutely certain it hadn't gotten quite that loose. Fairly certain, anyway. At least, a bit certain. It was fine, probably. Really, what was the worst that could happen?
New regeneration, new TARDIS, and new companion all at once. Exciting, and maybe a but daunting, but it wasn't like the Universe was about to blow up.
Title: Automatic Update
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating/Warnings: PG,
Bonus: No
Word Count: 926
Summary: A little snippet set between the TARDIS dematerializing and returning near the end of Eleventh Hour.
"Look at you." The Doctor stood in the doorway, eyes wide with childlike wonder at the view before him. "Oh, you sexy thing... look at you!"
Getting his first look at the newly restored control room was likely as near as he was going to get to what his friends experienced stepping inside the TARDIS for the first time, and he hesitated there a few seconds, relishing it.
Of course it wasn't actually anything like what they experienced. After all, he knew exactly what he was getting in to—literally!—and he'd even changed the desktop settings a few times, himself, but barging into a TARDIS with a completely new console configuration, that brought him back. After all he'd seen, it was a relief to find that the very same exhilaration from some 700 years ago (give or take, depending on how you count, and what you mean by "year") was still there.
In fact, as he nudged the door shut in his wake and bounded up the steps to the console to give it a closer inspection, he found that old enthusiasm was if anything more intense than it had been for some time. He'd had barely an hour to get used to this new regeneration—he'd only learned by accident what he even looked like—and he was still getting to know himself once again, bit of an awkward process, but also exciting in its own way. He found himself just as energetic as his last regeneration but with perhaps an even greater zest for life. That was good. His last thoughts as his prior self had been dreading the end of his life, and he'd burned through two regenerations in, what, less than a decade, with his brooding? No, he was going to make this one last, pounce on every opportunity, do all the things, and absolutely reject anything even abstractly related to finality.
No endings, new rule.
Never mind rules, though, there'd be plenty of time for that. More interesting: new controls. The console was more mechanical, less organic, and yet somehow more fanciful, in a Mad Science Toy Shop sort of way, but that suited him just fine. Of course, many of the changes were purely cosmetic; a friction contrafibulator's a friction contrafibulator, after all. Even the standard parts would surely need some breaking in, though, and a TARDIS-instigated reconfiguration could only make a number of already fussy systems even more temperamental. No problem, a quick hop to the moon and back would do the trick, and give him a chance to explore the new layout.
The improved view screens were handy, and a phone built into the main console so he could properly ignore phone calls, now. His attention fixed on a distinctively new control even as he worked his way counterclockwise around the console—opening the throttle and idling the gravitic anomalizer, throwing the dematerialization lever, hard resetting all the spatial geometer zero levels, giving the atom accelerator a twirl, and playing with a few toggles which he was fairly confident were just there to have toggles to toggle—until the gear-shift-looking device was within arm's reach, affording the opportunity to play a hand over the knob giddily.
"Oooh, multiplexing dimensional flux stabilizer." He grinned, glancing upward at the column of the time rotor with its new blown-glass appearance. "You do spoil me."
He'd been meaning for some time to install some controls to better cut through vortex turbulence, and it was always heartwarming whenever the TARDIS provided him what he needed before he got around to it himself. Of course, rather less welcome, it had also thrown in a set of relative interface stabilizers, as well, but he was just going to ignore those as best he could.
He wanted to make sure the TARDIS was more responsive, not to make it boring.
Speaking of boring, he quickly remembered how little interest he had in hearing himself talk. Or at least, in hearing himself talk to himself; he was perfectly comfortable talking if he had an admiring audience, but no sooner had he landed on the Moon than he remembered just how much he really didn't like being left alone with himself.
Outside the TARDIS doors would be total silence.
He'd been told more than once before not to travel alone. They were all right, of course, to say it, for all that he wasn't about to admit it. But perhaps even more important than that, there was a mystery he still had to solve. A crack in space and time, that was improbable enough, but something about that town, about that girl and her life, was all wrong, and even if he had any patience for his own company, that would have been motivation enough. He had to investigate, he had to, and he knew without a doubt that she'd jump at the invitation. Without further hesitation, or dwelling on his motivations, he dematerialized again, setting course to land within a few meters of where he'd taken off from only moments before.
It was dark outside when he opened the door. Odd, for such a short hop. Had he nudged the helmic regulator? Well, no problem, he couldn't be off by more than a few hours, he was absolutely certain it hadn't gotten quite that loose. Fairly certain, anyway. At least, a bit certain. It was fine, probably. Really, what was the worst that could happen?
New regeneration, new TARDIS, and new companion all at once. Exciting, and maybe a but daunting, but it wasn't like the Universe was about to blow up.
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...also, SPOILERS.