"That's just looks like the control panel, though," I cocked my head to the side and looked at the machine before us, "Isn't it supposed to be a police box?"
"Actually, it could be anything we wanted it to be," he corrected, "Sexy's chameleon system is just broken... That's all."
"What are you going to call your TARDIS, Prince?" I inquired, "Since you created it, you should have the right to name it."
"Heh... Say that again," Prince instructed.
"What? Name it?" I blinked.
"No," he shook his head, "Call me Prince again... It sounds marvellous, coming from you."
"I would hope so," I rolled my eyes, "It is my last name, after all."
"Yeah," he nodded, turning to look around the junkyard, "Hmm... You know, I could make it a police box, if you want."
"Really?" she looked up at him, hopefully.
"Sure," he nodded, "But... I'd have to make it different... Like maybe, I'll make it a red police box."
"Yeah!" I bounced, excited, "That'll look awesome."
"Brilliant!" he smirked, tossing me his screwdriver, "Hold that, will you?"
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My Boyfriend's a Time Lord
RandomThe Doctor kept seeing Melody... It was only a matter of time until they had a son. When Liam was told he could go to any school in the entire universe, it must have been fate that brought him to Ezibel Prince. He's ready to follow in his dad's foot...
