Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 2416
Author's Summary:The TARDIS is nothing more than the Doctor’s means of escape – or so he tells himself. Any other thoughts concerning a mere machine would be quite nonsensical, wouldn’t they?
Characters/Pairings: The First Doctor, Susan Foreman, the TARDIS
Recced because: Shortly after leaving Gallifrey with his granddaughter, the Doctor does his first bit of TARDIS maintenance. It's expertly written, with great character moments, but what I particularly love about this fic is how it shows us the beginning of what is, arguably, the central relationship of the entire series: the Doctor and the TARDIS. Next stop: everywhere.
He hurried off to find some tools — clearly he had to remove that dreadful thing as soon as he could. As he did so, he realised he could guess at their motives, after all. She was an old Type 40, wasn’t she? They were obsolete these days, so they said. It could surely only have been the preliminary to one thing: the Ship had been prepared for dismantling.
“But that’s barbaric,” he said, without thinking that it was an odd phrase to use of an inanimate machine. Still, destroying a beautiful, almost impossible creation like this ought to be abhorrent, even to his own people. They’d thought to use her for spare parts for newer machines, no doubt. They refused to travel widely themselves, so they only needed so many travel modules, didn’t they? How short-sighted, he thought. How typical of them!