Fic: The Cracked Mirror (10/20)

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Author: irishvampire13
Title: 'Fortress'
Rating: G
Word Count: 454
Claim: Eleventh Doctor Era; 20 Prompts: Fantasy and Fairy Tales
Prompt: #2: Castle in the Clouds
Notes/Warnings: None.

Summary: She breathed a light sigh of relief. In the TARDIS meant relatively safe. The box was practically a fortress.

Amy picked up the phone on the second ring. "Rory! Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere."

"Sorry, Amy. I should've left a note. I'm with the Doctor. It's just us in the TARDIS, having a boy's night in, or something. That's what he called it when he invited me, anyway."

"Yeah, Rory, a note would have been nice. Big idiot." She breathed a light sigh of relief. In the TARDIS meant relatively safe. The box was practically a fortress. Well, a fortress that could fly through space and traverse Time. "Boys' night in, then? How's that going?"

"Bit rubbish, really. It's just a bit too human for the Doctor to understand how it all works."

"Yeah, typical," Amy snorted, amused. For one who loved Earth and its people so much, the Doctor did tend toward being figuratively--to say nothing of all the literal times--all thumbs as to how it all worked. He was, rather, on the awkward and clueless side of the scale.

She heard chuckling at the other end of the line. "Afraid so. Want to join us?"

"Sure. Why not? I'm sure we can all find something to do. Something safe, for once."

"Okay; we'll see you in a bit, then."

Seven minutes later...

"Boys' night in, plus one," Amy announced, bursting through the doors. "What's that...entail..." She trailed off, stunned; there was no one to greet her. No husband to kiss her hello; no quirky alien showing off at the control panels.

Click.

She spun back to the doors, tugging. They were locked firmly, and the lock wouldn't budge.

Practically a fortress...and the drawbridge had just been raised.

Okay. There was...probably a reasonable explanation for that. Like locking car doors while driving through a seedy neighborhood. The TARDIS was sentient, and knew herself a thousand times better than anybody else ever could; it stood to reason that she'd locked her own doors with good cause. And powering up to take off; it wasn't as though the TARDIS had never done that before. Autopilot. Perfectly normal.

The dimming of the lights, however...that was trickier to explain away.

Energy conservation? It didn't seem likely, particularly not now that the TARDIS was in flight. As one of the most important spots, the console room was one of those areas that required almost constant energy. If it were a simple matter of conservation, other places would be powered down, if not outright jettisoned.

This was...strange.

"Rory," Amy called, walking to the nearest corridor--sheer will keeping her from running, under the influence of the prickles of discomfort she was starting to feel. "Doctor? Where are you? If you're having a laugh, then it isn't funny anymore. Come out!"

Silence.

"Seriously...where the hell are you?"

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