For those who seek action in the TARDIS...
"What's this?"
Sitting on a stool, you pursed your lips as the Doctor shoved a helmet of sorts into your hands. After that recent trip to the intergalactic space shelter at the end of the Andromeda Galaxy (that's what you could pick up from the Doctor's rambles), you wanted a day in the TARDIS to relax. The Doctor agreed (reluctantly), and decided to clear out a room she hasn't been in a long time.
She looked away from the pile of metal boxes chucked away in the corner, "Oh! Just a thing."
"What thing?"
"Too complicated for you to understand," she said, one of her hands gesturing a 'shoo' motion. Without another word, she went back to sorting, which mostly involved throwing things out of the box and at you. At this rate, your dodging skills would far exceed a ninja's.
You pursued your lips, noting the little red button inside the helmet. It was silver, like a pot used to cook noodles, but the weird antennas on top made sure to distinguish it from the normal cooking tool. Seeing another piece of metal flying at your face, you placed the helmet on your head and caught it. As you did, your head hit something small and a little 'click' sound was heard, followed by a pinch in your skull that caused you to wince.
"You alright?" The Doctor asked without turning around.
"Yeah, fine," you replied, hands twisting the metal object in them. It looked like a figuring.
"What's this?"
Turning back to give it a glance, the Doctor explained, "Oh! It's a Dalek, nasty things, those are."
She went back to her sorting, but quickly turned back and wondered, "Why do I even have a figuring of a Dalek?"
"Merchandise?" You caught the Doctor's puzzled stare, "I mean, it does look like a shaker."
The Doctor got up and moved towards you, snatching the little object from you. She gave you the deadliest look she could manage.
"This," she said in a low voice, "has been the cause of the universe's end many, many times. No one in the right mind would make this into merchandise. No one."
"Then why is it here?"
She gave one quick look at it and tossed it aside. Her face scrunched up as it hit the metal boxes with a loud clang, "Maybe I wasn't in the right mind."
"You know what's right?" You said, hoping to take the Doctor's mind elsewhere. The Dalek clearly didn't bring about any good memories.
"What then?"
"Puppies."
She was lost for a second, then broke into a wide grin, "Oh! Like those back at the shelter yesterday?"
"Exactly like them," you said.
"Even the alien ones? The ones with three tails and one eye?"
"Yep."
She looked at you weird like you've lost your mind, "That fellow tried to bite my hand off!"
Right when you were about to laugh, the weird pinching feeling was back, this time a little more intense. You winced louder, but there was this whirring noise close to your ear that you hardly noticed the sound you made.
"Would you mind not wincing while I'm trying to sort the TARDIS?" The Doctor chided, "Haven't gotten the time these days..."
Her voice trailed off as her eyes wandered to the thing on your head.
