Upon hearing his name called, the Doctor pulled up the grating on the TARDIS floor and busied himself with ripping out wires and circuit boards.
He winced as his name rang out again, burying himself deeper into the tangle of cables and flashing lights.
"Doctor, I know it was you!" Brittany barged into the console room, one hand on her hip, the other clutching a ceramic jar in the shape of a black llama.
The Doctor popped his head up from beneath the floor, hair askew. "Who, me?" he said, pretending not to know what she was talking about.
Brittany narrowed her eyes. "Yes, you."
The Doctor ducked back into the part of the TARDIS he had been working on, trying to get away from Brittany's fierce glare. "Couldn't be."
"Doctor," Brittany warned, moving around the room until she was standing right over him. "I know it was you."
The Doctor took a deep breath, and pulled himself out of the workspace. "Okay, I stole the cookies from the cookie jar!" he wailed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but they looked so delicious and, well…" He trailed off, and had the grace to look embarrassed.
Brittany burst out laughing. "A Time Lord! Reduced to stealing cookies? You ate the whole bloody jar!" She roared with laughter, and left the room.
The Doctor stood still for a moment, before frowning. "But they tasted so nice," he reassured himself.
A/N: If you haven't read my other stories, you won't understand who Brittany is, and might not understand some of the references, but please enjoy anyway. This story was born while I was thinking up new, and increasingly complicated ways, to kill writer's block. So now, whenever I can't think of anything to write for my other stories, I'll just add another chapter to this. Problem solved!