Author's Notes:
Written for Challenge 618: Hinge at dw100.

Summary: Even the TARDIS isn't immune to wear and tear.

“Cardiff again? What’s with you and Cardiff?” Donna complained. “It’s not that different from London!”

“’Course it is! You wait until you smell that sea air; you don’t get that in London! Anyway, can’t refuel the TARDIS where there’s no Rift.”

“So this is just a pit-stop to refuel?”

“That and I need to pick up a few things.”

“What sort of things?”

“Oh, tea, biscuits, those kinds of things. Jaffa Cakes, Jammie Dodgers…” As he spoke, the Doctor swung the TARDIS door open. It made a horrible creaking sound and tilted alarmingly. “And a new hinge for the door.”


The End