𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 ✧ 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 Ⅰ [✓]

42 Pt. 1

{Y/N} stands at the console of the TARDIS as the Doctor uses his sonic screwdriver on Martha's mobile phone.

"Right, there we go. Universal roaming. Never have to worry about a signal again" the Doctor says handing back Martha's phone and walking over to {Y/N}.

"No way. This is too mad. You're telling me I can phone anyone, anywhere in space and time on my mobile?" Martha asks.

"As long as you know the area code. Frequent flier's privilege. Go on, try it" {Y/N} says leaning on the console, suddenly the TARDIS judders.

"Distress signal. Locking on. Might be a bit of..." the Doctor gets cut off as their all knocked to the ground, {Y/N} lands on top of the Doctor.

"Sorry" she whispers the Doctor shakes his head and {Y/N} gets up sticking out her hand for him to take.

"Turbulence. Sorry. Come on, Martha. Let's take a look" the Doctor says as the three walk over to the TARDIS doors. Lots of steam and the place is glowing red as the Doctor opens the doors.

"Distress signal transmitted."

"Whoa, now that is hot" the Doctor says.

"Automated distress signal transmitted."

"Whuff, it's like a sauna in here" Martha says.

"Venting systems. Working at full pelt, trying to cool down. Wherever it is we are" {Y/N} says, the three open a bulkhead door and go through. On the other side, it is labelled Area 30. Two men and a woman come running towards them.

"Oi, you three!" one of the men shouts.

"Get out of there!" the women adds.

"Seal that door, now!"

"Who are you? What are you doing on my ship?"

"Are you police?"

"Why would we be police?" {Y/N} asks.

"We got your distress signal" Martha says.

"If this is a ship, why can't I hear any engines?" the Doctor asks.

"It went dead four minutes ago."

"So maybe we should stop chatting and get to Engineering. Captain."

"Secure closure active."

"What?"

"The ship's gone mad" another woman comes running towards them, bulkheads slamming shut behind her.

"Who activated secure closure? I nearly got locked in to area twenty-seven" she says as the last bulkhead slams shut.

"Who are you three?"

"He's the Doctor, she's {Y/N} and I'm Martha. Hello."

"Impact projection forty-two minutes twenty-seven seconds."

"We'll get out of this. I promise" Martha looks out of a porthole.

"Doctor, {Y/N}."

"Forty-two minutes until what?" the Doctor asks placing his hands on his hips.

"Guys! Look" Martha says.

"Forty-two minutes until we crash into the sun."

"How many crew members on board?" {Y/N} asks.

"Seven, including us."

"We transport cargo across the galaxy. Everything's automated. We just keep the ship space worthy."

"Call the others, I'll get you out" the Doctor runs to the door marked area 30.

"What's he doing?"