I'm so sorry to make this chapter so lame. Please don't be turned off if you're reading it. It just that... I feel sick. I've been reported! I've been REPORTED! I had to change this story to non script form and fast.

Okay so I know the main character are kind of the Doctor and Rose from the show Doctor Who. Sorry about that. If you haven't seen Doctor Who this is all you need to know: the Doctor and Rose travel around in a police box/time machine and save the world.

Now, I hope everyone likes this. The scene I wrote is so long, I just decided to cut it into chapters. I hope you all enjoy! Ewan fans--UNITE!

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Rose and the Doctor were sprawled across the floor of the Police Box/Time Machine. They were both frantically looking around.

Rose asked, "Where are we?"

The doctor got up and looked at the screen, "September, 16, 2005. Apparently something bad is going to happen today."

"Why?"

"I dunno. I guess because wherever we land we always end up saving the world," the doctor shrugged.

"But it's my birthday! I don't wanna save the world," Rose pouted.

A smirk lit up the doctor's face, "Maybe you should take a step outside."

Rose got up, opened the door, expecting to see a giant birthday present or something, but was extremely disappointed to see a golf course. Three men were staring at her, jaws dropped, eyes wide. One of them was in the middle of swinging. She asked, "A golf course?"

"Yes, it's a golf course."

Rose asked, "What's the story this time, doctor? Are they man eating golf clubs?" She got out of the time machine and walked up to the three men. "Sorry to disturb your game, but--Oh my God!" She realized the three men are Hayden, George and Ewan. "I LOVE YOU!" She raced up to hug Ewan.

Ewan smiled, "Thank you."

George murmured to himself, "Why don't the pretty girls ever hug me?"

Ewan replied simply, "Because you're not Scottish."

George tried to adopt a fake, Scottish, accent, "Time for a wee game of golf, lads."

Rose just stared at him blankly.

"Not working," Ewan said with a wan smile.

The end. Well, the end so far... Uch... keep reading, please. I'm sorry I can't write well, I'm kind of still feeling sick. Why was I reported? I don't wanna be reported. Please, MarshaMarshaMarsha person, don't report me! This story is my life! This story has 39 reviews! It's completed one of my writing goals! Nooo!