#fantasticfivey

The Doctor loves to insist that he doesn’t need his cane, and can run about perfectly well without it. Barbara however, is hearing none of that, and insists he uses it more and more. Of course, not he uses it as a weapon (specially against Ian) but she makes him use it, with only his best intentions in mind. 

Today wasn’t a lucky day, it seems that a monster has been chasing her all day without any reason and she hasn’t seen the forest yet, before she could reach it she found herself in a tardis interiour, not like her own, hers was dark baroque like, this one was calm, white circle patern and a basic controller, how did she get here, is this tardis like Idra, make sence. She explored this control room a bit, the controls look easy, it looks welcoming but she doesn’t touch anything till the owner of the ship returns.

“Are you kidding me? We’re not ‘fine’!”

“Well, Tegan,” the young woman squared her shoulders: “you have faced worse than this, brave heart - oh, Doctor get out of my head!” she sighed, “it has been ten years and I cannot get you out of my head - or my heart!”

Chundra stretched, walking into the Tardis. “Doctor. There’s something I wanted to talk to you about. It’s actually quite important...” He started,taking a sharp breath as the refreshing cool air of the console room took him. 

His arm was throbbing by his side as he walked the empty streets of some city. His tardis had crashed somewhere on the outskirts and a trail of blood followed him. He could barely focus and his mind was frazzled as he wobbled on his legs as he sat down in front of a random house. He sat on the main street holding his arm and drifting in and out of consciousness.