Hello there, sooo, this is my second attempt at a decent story. It takes place with the 10th doctor sometime after "Journey's End" and before "End of Time". In Agents of Shield, 1st season when everything was normal...ish and Ward wasn't a traitor. This is, however my first longer story that I hope turns out well, but anyway, leave a review and tell me what ya think! Cool Cool, enjoy.

UPDATE 4/27/16: Yes, I take a couple swipes at Americans in this story, and I have gotten a few reviews telling me this, but I find that it is socially acceptable for me to do this because I am myself an American, and I enjoy laughing at myself this way. It's meant to be humorous, so please don't take offense.(No rudeness intended)

The Doctor pulled a lever, and the comforting whirr of the TARDIS taking off commenced. He wasn't going anywhere in particular, probably just to hover above the clouds, or maybe a trip to the moon. He just wanted at least some peace and quiet. He had not experienced it for so long, that he was beginning to forget how it felt! He was constantly running or solving some crisis that he created. He just wanted to rest. The Doctor pressed a couple more buttons and felt the TARDIS come to a halt. He opened the TARDIS doors and looked as far as his eyes could see. There were beautiful clouds covering the distance. He even saw what looked like a hawk skimming its majestic wing right under the belt of clouds.

The Doctor sat down on the edge of his TARDIS and closed his eyes. He reflected back on his countless years of running and saving. He thought of Rose, of Martha...of Donna. He had just ruined her life. His heart was broken. He had stolen all of her memories of him and sent her spinning on her heels back to a regular life, and away from the life that she had enjoyed so much. They would have been so great together. The Doctor and Donna...The Doctor and Doctor Donna... The Time Lord was mumbling to himself. He was so lost in thought that he didn't realize that the warning lights were going off in his TARDIS, telling him of an incoming collision.

The Doctor turned around and with his eyes wide, leapt from the side of his TARDIS, closed the doors, and tried to reach the console to turn the shields back on, but it was too late.

With a loud crash, everything around him went to hell.

It was only white, for a whole two seconds, and next thing he knew, the doctor was sprawled on the ground, face first. A piercing fiery pain raced through his side. The Doctor opened his eyes and saw smoke coming from the console. He tried to stand up, but instead the doctor screamed in pain. It now felt like molten dagger was sticking out of his side. He looked down and saw that his prediction wasn't too far off. a long shard, initially from the railing surrounding the console, was now embedded in his side. He winced when he tried to pull it out. He knew this wasn't the greatest problem at hand. His TARDIS was now whining warning signals. It was going to implode. He got to his feet, pain in every move, and pulled himself upright. Then, he attended to the console. He winded, pushed, and jabbed various buttons and switches until there was less chaos. The TARDIS had stopped smoking now. He examined his wound. It was oozing blood everywhere. The Doctor groaned and the sight and feel of it. He tried to make his way towards the door, but the TARDIS suddenly lurched to the side, and he was sent flying towards the side. He landed with a crack. It wasn't the wall, that made the sound, it was him.

"May! What the hell was that!" barked Coulson.

"I think we hit something." said Skye.

"Ya well no crap!" remarked Ward.

"We collided with some object, I don't know what it was, it was just...floating in the sky!" said May over the coms.

"What do you mean by 'floating?' Shouldn't our radar detected it?" asked Coulson.

"It didn't. It never showed up."

"Where is it now?"

Coulson got his answer relatively quickly. A blue box materialized inside the cargo hold. It landed with a thump right next to one of the SUVs.

"Report to me now! We may be under attack!" said Coulson through his earpiece.

...

He was sure to have broken multiple ribs, and maybe even his shoulder, but he was in too much pain to take the time to assess the damage. His eyes skirted towards the console. It was no longer steaming, so that was a good sign. He had landed. The TARDIS had involuntarily been hit and was programmed to landed to the nearest mass of land...or biggest object near by...

The Doctor suddenly realized that he might have landed on whatever big-ass object had just hit his TARDIS. Dread filled his mind. He hoped to heck that he was hit on accident, for he did not need any hostility to help with his battered body. With a gasp of pain, the Doctor climbed up to his feet. Once he was up, he almost fainted. He had already lost a bunch of blood, but he knew that he would heal. He stumbled over to the console. Every inch he moved, he winced. His shoulder was in major pain, his stomach area felt like 10 mini daggers had been pushed into it. His side basically had a dagger sticking out of it. He took a deep breath, and took three long strides towards the console, and reached for the edge of the monitor. Where has my TARDIS decided to land? There was no exact location on the screen. I just had a dot moving towards the west. His suspicions had been confirmed. He had landed on a plane or ship of some kind.

The console had started smoking again. His TARDIS had sustained so much damage already. The Doctor knew that it would soon be unsafe for him to be inside it. The Doctor glanced towards the doors, fearing what would be on the opposite side of them. He took a deep breath and stumbled towards them. He paused before opening them, took one last look at the control room, already filled with smoke, and pushed the doors open. A bright light filled the room.

...

Agent May had put the plane on auto-pilot. She came and stood next to Coulson, aiming her pistol at the doors of what appeared to be a blue police box. Skye came to Coulson's right, and Ward came up next to her. Fitz and Simmons stood at the doors of the lab, watching as this conflict went down.

"What do you think's in there?" asked Skye.

"Whatever it is, I don't think it's too happy that we hit it." said Coulson, glaring at May.

"It wasn't on the radar, and I didn't see it until it was too late. Do you not notice how small it is?"

Coulson rolled his eyes.

"How can it fly?" asked Fitz.

All 4 looked at Fitz and Simmons.

"I mean, there are no turbines, boosters, or even an engine as far as I can tell."

There was silence after that. They had all been thinking the same thing, but none of them had an answer.

Suddenly, the doors to the box opened. They had their weapons held high. Smoke came out of the box, and a figure stumbled out.

"Hands in the air! We don't want trouble!"

The Doctor saw his situation, so he quickly shut the doors to his TARDIS, and attempted to put his arms in the air. His shoulder had AT LEAST been dislocated, so he couldn't raise it very high, but his right arm went up. He winced, and started feeling dizzy.

"I think he's wounded, Fitz, Simmons, get over here!"

The Doctor heard this, but couldn't comprehend anything going around him. He collapsed to the ground, his vision going dark.

A/N: Hey, sooo ya, plz leave a review, cause reviews are cool! Do you think I should continue? Cause I was planning on it. Tell me if you luv it, hate it, or luv it. I don't know what else to say.. uh.. the timeline for the "Agents of SHIELD" crossover is somewhere in season 1. So ya, in that general area. THANKS FOR READING! :):):):):)