fic: for better or worse

A long day at the office, dealing with the upcoming elections and moving all of his pieces into place for checkmate was not what he had planned on doing with his day. None of these ridiculous humans could manage to do the simplest of menial tasks that he assigned them with any speed or attention to detail. He had hoped that he could simply make his way out of the office earlier and down to where he had safely hidden the Doctor's TARDIS, now trussed up in red as his glorious machine.

There were still tests to be done but he needed some suitable clothing and perhaps something to eat.

( ~at least the house isn't on fire~ )

prompt: lucy in the kitchen, oh dear.
words: 505