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WHEN: After Prisoner Zero/Moving Day.
WHO: Eleven (

apaisleygirl). (And possibly Rory later)
WHAT: The Doctor made a boo-boo.
WHERE: In his TARDIS.

This always happened to him. He got fiddling in the undercarriage and somehow, the thing that he had told Rory not to touch, Rory had touched and when the Doctor touched the thing Rory wasn't supposed to touch, everything went mad. Somehow they had managed to get sent back to the 16th century on the Kinestrious Planet where 10,000 Tolkien's thought he was their God. While that was nice (in retrospect), he had inadvertently left Amy behind in the 21st century. In America. This would not be good. She would not like having been left behind either.

He would be having strong words with Rory later. Only not.

But it was a nice thought to have. Now they were hurling back toward the 21st century. Los Angeles, California. That was a weird place, that was for sure. He was still sitting down in the undercarriage while the TARDIS hurled herself back to the right place, at the right time, to pick up his companions.

"Yes I know!" he said out loud, his goggles on and he looked toward the console above his head through the glass floor. "It was not like I did it on purpose you know! I told the stupid boy to stay out from under here, but he doesn't listen. They never listen. They just do whatever they want and that's it," he waved a hand as he used his screwdriver and sparks flew. "Now don't get testy with me," he pointed it up at the console, an empty threat. And her response was to make the landing as bad as possible and he fell out of his harness. "Now that was rude!"

He could almost feel the smugness coming off the TARDIS as he stomped up the stairs. "What are you stroppy for now! I said I was sorry!" he exclaimed, waving a hand up at the console. And just then the door opened.

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Amy was far from happy that the Doctor had up and abandoned her and her husband in California. Despite the fact that it was a really nice place, they didn't have enough money to get a hotel room. When she heard the TARDIS in the distance, Amy quickly went in the direction that she heard it, not really thinking about making sure Rory kept up with her. Opening the door she spotted the Doctor and stormed up to where he was. "Where the hell have you been?"

Oh great. Now he would have a stroppy ginger at him. He hadn't really thought he was gone that long; he had tried to return as quickly as he could. But what was quickly to him, wasn't necessarily quickly for everyone else. "Don't you start -- " he said, wagging a finger at the console before looking over at Amy. She didn't look stroppy, but down right angry and he took a step backwards. "You see, funny story," he started. "I was working down below and that strapulator that I told -- " he made a motion with his hand at his nose. " -- not to touch, he touched and while I was repairing, it just went -- " Boom.

Amy scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at him with a rather childish scowl. "Oi." She said, glaring at him in warning when he made fun of Rory's nose. She liked his nose. Eyes following his hands as he seemed to spazz out, as he did on a daily basis, Amy still wasn't happy with him. "What and you couldn't answer your phone?" She asked, half sarcastically.

The Doctor wasn't at all bothered when she corrected him about Rory's nose. He wagged a finger at her before moving around the console away from her just a bit more. The more space between him and the hormonal ginger was for the best. "I have a phone?" he asked and looked around. "OH! Right, I do!" he looked sheepish. "See, you know, about that," he was digging around in his pockets for it. He pulled out a banana out of his tweed jacket. "OH! I've been looking for that!"

Amy followed the Doctor, even when he seemed to be trying to put distance between them. Rolling her eyes she then looked at the control panel. "So it's all fixed now, yeah?"