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Well, this was absolutely typical. Saved the world, Donna was brilliant, Haruhi was brilliant, Martha was brilliant... and then they get back to the TARDIS and discover that some circuit somewhere has blown, rendering the poor old girl, at least for now, unsafe to travel in. He didn't want her spitting them out in Jordan's world, 5 trillion years into the future. Not his cup of tea, at all.
So repairs were needed. He'd sent Haruhi and Donna off with Martha to celebrate their victory - or possibly to sort out UNIT, he had no idea, really - no sense in them hanging around for the hours it would take to finish fixing her.
And to cap it all off, the bloody virus hadn't worn off yet, and he was still a woman.
He - she, rather, at least for now - sighed, scratched her head, and connected a small laptop up to the TARDIS using some loose wires before sitting outside. Might as well sit in the sun while she ran a diagnostic, she thought to herself, tying back her hair into a loose ponytail and settling down with the laptop sitting on her crossed legs. She reached into her jeans pocket - the suits didn't fit right now, of course - and pulled out the sonic screwdriver, aiming it at the screen.
"Come on, old girl, what's wrong with you, eh? Some sort of loose connection...?" she muttered under her breath, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her eyes.
So repairs were needed. He'd sent Haruhi and Donna off with Martha to celebrate their victory - or possibly to sort out UNIT, he had no idea, really - no sense in them hanging around for the hours it would take to finish fixing her.
And to cap it all off, the bloody virus hadn't worn off yet, and he was still a woman.
He - she, rather, at least for now - sighed, scratched her head, and connected a small laptop up to the TARDIS using some loose wires before sitting outside. Might as well sit in the sun while she ran a diagnostic, she thought to herself, tying back her hair into a loose ponytail and settling down with the laptop sitting on her crossed legs. She reached into her jeans pocket - the suits didn't fit right now, of course - and pulled out the sonic screwdriver, aiming it at the screen.
"Come on, old girl, what's wrong with you, eh? Some sort of loose connection...?" she muttered under her breath, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her eyes.
