Characters: Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler
Summary: Sometimes the Doctor doesn't know if he's coming or going.
Disclaimer: I am not the BBC.
A/N: Written for helygen in resonse to the prompt: "Ten, Rose, Brigadier". The title is taken from the Beatles' song.
The Brigadier stared. "Impossible!"
"It... belongs to my friend," said the blonde leaning against the TARDIS.
"Hardly. The owner left it in London yesterday."
"Who are you?"
"Brigadier Sir Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart!" a thin young man exclaimed.
Discipline kept him impassive. "You've done it again, Doctor."
"Yes-- blimey! Where are we?"
"Barnbrook. He-- you drove off five minutes ago."
"What? I remember that day. I turned back almost immediately. Rose! Time to go!"
She laughed. "Goodbye, Sir Alistair."
The wording of the Doctor's salutation finally registered. "Sir Alistair? Doctor, please tell me you're jo--" The sound of dematerialisation interrupted him.