"Now, first things first. Your friend isn't dead. Well, probably. In all likeliness. Well, maybe," the Doctor said. He flipped a switch and spun around. "You know what? Just a quick scan, to make sure she isn't dead."
Silverspoon gathered herself and rose from the floor where she had been sobbing. Her knees shook. She took a deep breath and turned to face the strange creature. She opened her mouth to speak. "Well, I-
A finger covered her mouth. "Shush. I'm scanning." Beep."Nope. She is definitely not dead, and is probably very much alive. Isn't that great, er, uh what exactly was your name again? I'm rather rubbish with names. Got so many up there already, you see." the Doctor said. "Anyways, it wasn't a death ray or anything like that, it was just a little transmat." He stopped for a second."Just so you know, that isn't really a bad thing, it just means that your friend is trapped on an alien spaceship surrounded by zygons that are probably planning to do something...bad...to the planet. Not bad at all. Just a little transmat, that's all." The Doctor turned toward Silverspoon. "Well? Ready for a little adventure?" He crossed his arms across his chest. Smirked a little.
And then Silverspoon kicked him in the chest. He smashed against the railing of the walkway around the console. He groaned. "Ow." He blinked a couple of times and looked groggily at the floor, where his eyes were greeted by two grey hooves. And as his eyes moved up slowly, he backed up. Just a little bit. Because he was being greeted by eyes that were almost as dark as his were when he got angry. Not quite as threatening as he could be, he noted. But it was close.
Silverspoon put her hoof on his chest and pushed him down. She took a deep breath and started to talk. "Now. You're going to explain all of this-clearly-to me. First of all, how much danger is Sweetie Belle in?"
"Well, hard to gauge, really-" The hoof on his chest pushed a little harder. "Probably not that much. If the zygons wanted her dead, they wouldn't have transmatted her to their ship. And the zygons aren't much for physical torture. They might try to play with her emotions a bit, but she seemed like she could handle a few alien psychologists."
"Right. Now, who are you?" Silverspoon asked. Her eyes weren't so dark now that the threat to Sweetie Belle was resolved and the Doctor stared into them, marveling at the spark of genius concealed there. Then he felt the hoof on his chest pressing down just a little bit more.
"Ahem. Of course. I'm the Doctor."
Silverspoon frowned. "That's not a name, it's a title. I want your name."
"The Doctor. That's my name. It's my title too, but I have lots of those. The oncoming storm, last of the time lords, destroyer of worlds, John Smith and one time I was called sweetie."
Silverspoon lifted one eyebrow. "If you're the destroyer of worlds, why do I feel like you're the good guy?"
"I'm not, really. I have never claimed once to be good, to be nice, to save everyone. But sometimes you need someone like me. Someone so full of darkness and yet overflowing with light, because if you have any idea about how the universe works, you know there is one thing that is always true."
"You can't help others see the light from the bottom of the pit unless they stand on your shoulders and block it from you?" Silverspoon said, her eyes starting to fill up with wonder.
"Actually I was going to say you should always take a banana to a party." the Doctor said. The wonder left Silverspoon's eyes. "But yours is good, too. Don't know where you came up with it, probably some movie, but it's very good," the Doctor said, embarrassed.
Silverspoon lifted her hoof from the Doctor's chest. "Well, I have more questions, but they'll have to wait for later."
"Aren't you going to ask me what I am?" the Doctor said as he rose. "I mean, it's highly unlikely you've met anything like me before. One would think you would want to know."
Silverspoon looked at him questioningly. "You already told me what you are, and I must say it fits, Time Lord."
"Oh. All right then. And you're not particularly surprised by the ship? The whole bigger on the inside thing and all didn't catch you off guard just a little bit?" the Doctor stopped there. She really could look intimidating in those glasses.
"I was a little surprised, but I figured that it was probably just a different dimension. Like if you look at something from far away, it looks smaller, but when you got close it was large. If you could get close to it with it still being far away, it would be bigger on the inside. Like this is."
The doctor put his glasses on. "Yes, precisely. Well, not quite, but much closer than anyone else has ever been." He strutted toward the door. "Now, care to save your friend?"
"But she's on the spaceship. How are we going to get the-"She stopped short and her jaw dropped as the Doctor threw open the doors.
"I've kind of got my own spaceship. Thought of all the things that would've been what you figured out first."
"I was sorta focusing on the time travel part," Silverspoon said as she stepped outside the Tardis into a dark hallway. Metallic doors lined the way, disappearing into the gloom ahead. A single light flickered in the middle of the hall. "So this is an alien spaceship, huh? Not very impressive. I liked yours better."
The doctor grinned.
"Although you might want to consider redecorating."
At this point the Doctor stopped grinning. "What's wrong with the coral desk top, I'd like to know?"
Silverspoon rolled her eyes. "There's nothing wrong with it, it's just a bit fantasy looking, you know? Not a huge fan of the box thingy either, to tell the truth." she said. The Doctor gasped.
"N-not a fan of the Tardis? How dare she?" he muttered, stroking the ancient blue wood. "It's alright, I'm sure she didn't mean it, you're as sexy as ever to me." he said as he talked to the Tardis.
"Umm...are you talking to your ship?"
The Doctor straightened up and brushed his hands against his trench coat. "No! Maybe a little bit yes,though," he said indignantly as Silverspoon smirked.
"You do realize that I could just ditch you here and go get some schwarma, right?" he said as Silverspoon began to walk down the hallway.
"Yep."
"And you're going to walk down this very dark and sinister hallway away from the Tardis, who is very sensitive by the way, I'll be weeks comforting her, and just go off into the gloom and bugger the consequences?"
"That's about right." She was getting rather far along now. "I don't exactly know what to do, though, so if you go get schwarma I'll probably end up dead. Are you sure you don't want to come, Doctor?"
The Doctor turned towards the Tardis and closed the door.
"Why am I stuck with someone who just won't listen to me?" he muttered. "Again?"