|Hole in Time
Author: JinxSaw PM
This is about what would happen if cars could rip holes in time at a certian speed. Well, just ONE car, with a fault. And guess who was driving it... Rated T for safety.Rated: Fiction T - English - 11th Doctor & Amelia P./Amy - Chapters: 2 - Words: 514 - Reviews: 11 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 07-14-10 - Published: 09-02-09 - id: 5349654
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Hole in Time
This would just be Top Gear, but there isn't a category for it, so this is a Dr Who/ Top Gear crossover.
Disclaimer; Top Gear is owned by the BBC. Dr Who is owned by the BBC in Wales.
Chapter one-Skipping Reality
It was a normal day at the Top Gear test track. Jeremy was testing a new car, as you do, when it happened.
"It's got so much torc," he was saying, "You could blow a whole in time!" He put his foot down to illustrate his point and vanished, leaving the film crew baffled. The director frowned.
"Cut!" he called. "OK, very funny. Where is he?" The crew shrugged.
"I dunno," one of them called. "He accelerated, and vanished." The director started pacing.
"Damn him! This isn't the way to go if you want to keep your job! The Stig still has to drive that! We're going Live in 3 hours!" he was fuming. "Someone call his mobile!"
"Sorry, I didn't catch your surname!" the doctor said, jumping around the TARDIS. He grinned across at his new companion. If he couldn't be ginger, he might as well have a ginger companion!
"Pond," she said. "Amy Pond. I have a question."
"Shoot," said the doctor, leaning back against the railings.
"It's bigger on the inside. How is that possible?"
"Oh it's just Dimensionally Transcendental," the doctor sniffed. "Simple really."
A monitor began beeping.
"Whoa!" the doctor cried.
"What?" asked Amy. The doctor stared at the screen.
"Something's in the time vortex!" he said in disbelief.
"Is that..?" started Amy
"A car?" they said in unison.
Today was not going well. First his toast was burnt, then his car broke down on the way to the studio, and now this. Whatever 'this' was. Jeremy stared out the window. The landscape had changed. Everything was purpley red. And swirly. It reminded him of something, but he couldn't for the life of him remember what...
And that blue box! Now he was certain he'd seen that before.
"Oh cock," he said. "I'm going mad, and I'm going to be fired." His phone started ringing, and he answered it.
"Clarkson? Where the hell are you!" he heard the producers angry voice scream.
"I don't know. It's all purpley and red. And swirly. It looks familiar..."
"It sounds familiar."
There was a pause on both ends of the line. The door the blue ox opened, and a bright light shone out. That was too much for poor Jermey. He fainted.
"Clarkson? Clarkson!" the presenter screeched into the phone. And the line went dead.