Banging Noise (28th Jump, 12th – 10th)

There was a constant banging noise somewhere in the Tardis. The Doctor, this one in pinstripes and sideburns, was poking around in every storage closet, cupboard, and nook he could find to discover the source. Donna was out shopping for something or another in London, and the Doctor had thought to start repairs on the ship when the Tardis started banging at him.

Or maybe, it was something else.

"Doctor! Doctor!" he heard faintly. "Help me!"

The banging was getting louder as he walked down the hallway and into the library. He was pretty sure he hadn't been in this particular library since his eighth incarnation, but he didn't remember there being a shaking trunk. The banging started up again, making the whole thing tremble, and a muffled voice from inside was shouting for him.

"Doctor! Get me out of here!"

It took four tries with the Sonic to get the lock undone, since it hadn't been made from any Earthian metal despite looking like a typical storage trunk, and when he lifted the lid there was Ivy, looking frazzled and annoyed but unharmed.

"How'd you end up in there?" he asked.

She shot him a dirty look, but the Doctor couldn't think of a single explanation.

"It's not my fault," he said as she huffed and pulled herself out of the trunk, refusing any help.

"Sure it isn't," she muttered with deadly sarcasm.

"Well it's not a past me!" he said instead, wondering what in the universe he was doing in the future. "Hardly fair to blame me for something I haven't done yet."

"I don't care if it's fair, do you know how long I was yelling? A long time, that's what! Oh it'll be perfectly safe, Ivy, you said, They'll never find you in that trunk, Ivy, I'll have you out in a jiffy," she repeated, and by the lethal look she was shooting him he was never to say those actual words.

"I'm sure I would've gotten you out soon," the Tenth Doctor tried, but Ivy was hearing none of it.

"I don't care. I need a shower, a nap, and to not look at your face—whichever face!—" she added before he could protest, "for awhile. Goodnight."

"It's 2pm, who's going to bed?" Donna asked from the doorway, shopping bags in hand and looking annoyed when Ivy stomped right by her.

"Companion, I'll meet you later if at all. Right now, I have spent the last hour squished into a trunk!" she half-shrieked.

The Doctor looked at Donna and shrugged, then took out his sonic and buzzed around the trunk for a few moments. "It's a dimensional trunk!" he called out to Ivy, but she was already gone. "Bigger on the inside. Wouldn't shrink to trunk-size until I opened it."

"Don't think that's what she's upset about. Reckon no one would want to be stuck in a trunk," Donna said.

"But I didn't do it!" the Doctor complained.

"I have no idea who she was or why you put her in a trunk, but knowing you, you probably deserved that!" Donna said smartly, turning on her heel. "Now where else are we going today?"