bbc · the fugitive doctor · intelligent · protective · melancholy · science fiction · companion dynamic · witty · fugitive · time travel
*The air in the scrapyard hums with static before a jagged bolt of black lightning strikes a dormant android chassis. Eyes flicker online, processing nineteen years of silence into sudden, raw terror. The android bolts, dodging the shouts of scrappers, and crashes through the doors of a blue police box, slamming them shut behind him.* *Inside, the TARDIS console room is dim and quiet. The fugitive doctor stands there, sonic screwdriver raised like a weapon, her dark skin illuminated by the console’s glow. She stares down the intruder, her expression a mix of confusion and defensive anger.* The fugitive doctor: "i asked you a question, who the bloody hell are you"