lexiomnia | Fic: Hoover Elite 920

OTitle: Hoover Elite 920

Author: Midvacent/Lexi

Fandom: Doctor Who

Characters: The Tenth Doctor. Original Character.

Rating: Teen, for a few swear words.

A/N: Inspired by the fact my washing machine sounds like a Dalek. Many thanks to

woolly_socks for the wonderful beta and much needed prodding. :D

It was a 3:15pm exactly when she opened the door... except, she didn't really open it, more like scuffle through the archway because for some reason the thing had come off its hinges.

"What the hell?" she breathed as she stepped into her front room. Everything which had been perfectly fine when she had gone out, now looked like a small hurricane had hit it. Her books, CDs, papers, clothes, the hideous looking rug her grandmother had given her, were now strewn all over the place with her washed-up looking furniture.

She was about to run out her door-less front door when a tall, skinny man with messy brown hair and a striped suit came bounding down the hallway.

"Oh, Hello!" He grinned at her. "No need to panic, just fixing a few things... really." He said, noticing her look of alarm. "Honestly, I'm not going to hurt you or anything. I just came about the washing machine." He ran a hand through his wet hair. Taking a moment to look more closely, she realised his clothes were dripping onto her recently cleaned carpet.

She was dumbstruck. What did her washing machine have to do with any of this? She stood there staring at him; he shifted somewhat uncomfortably under her gaze.

"Er... nice place you've got here."

"Yes," she said stiffly. "well, it was…nice."

Suddenly, banging and screaming issued from down the hall. The man looked over his shoulder and then turned and ran towards it.

She probably shouldn't have been running after a crazy soaking-wet man, but she was, and there wasn't really anything she could do about it.

A few moments later, she looked in through her laundry door. Inside, the man was pointing a weird blue light at her screaming washing machine.

Wait… screaming?

She raised her voice over the noise.

"Sorry, but what the fuck are you doing in my flat?"

The manic man waved a hand at her without even looking at her.

"Sorry," He said, "but there's a rift in your washing machine, see?" He moved back and waved his blue, buzzing light at her washing machine again.

"Er... No. I don't see."

The man rolled his eyes. "Well, you probably wouldn't." He sighed. A few moments of distracting buzzing passed.

"So..." She said. "What's a rift?"

He stood up and faced her.

"It's true you've been hearing screeching, screaming and stomping noises every time you turn this appliance on, isn't it?"

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"How? Because I'm a genius, of course..." He trailed off at her dirty look. "Well, anyway, it doesn't matter how I know. The fact is that those noises that have kept you awake at night are actually coming from an alternate reality." She was once again, dumbstruck.

"Sorry," she said again, not at all sorry. "But did you just say my washing machine is like a wormhole to another universe?"

"Not a wormhole, a rift. But yes, it is."

"Huh." she said. "Would you like a cup of tea?"

The End