AN: This is my first Doctor Who fic. Within the past year I have become obsessed with the show, watched every episode of the new series, and bought my own sonic screwdriver. Naturally, a fanfiction was the next step. It takes place post Season 5 and stars the Eleventh Doctor and an original character. No worries, though. I tried to make my OC with less self-indulgence than I feel most people do.

I hope you enjoy and send plenty of feedback!

Intro

"Mr. Gatewood?" a young man timidly asked as he lightly knocked on the open door of his superior's office. Albert Gatewood sat behind his desk, staring at his computer in thought. Gatewood was the epitome of a New Earth businessman. His office overlooked a thriving city from the 500th floor and his computer's "screen" was projected into the space in front of him and easily rearranged with a light touch of the finger. He acknowledged his visitor with a rough grunt.

"Mr. Berkley would like to see the financial report for this quarter." The young man awkwardly continued, shuffling his feet. He had only been working there for a few weeks, but had been warned from day one to avoid the irritable Mr. Gatewood. However, it seemed that his boss, Robert Berkley, had been given the same warning as every time Berkley needed to make any sort of contact with Gatewood the task would fall to the lowly intern.

Gatewood looked up at the young man under gray bushy brows and asked in a coarse voice, "Now?"

"Y…Yes, I believe so."

Gatewood leaned back in his chair, folded his hands neatly on his lap, and glared at the intern. "You tell your boss I'll send him the reports when I have them. I'm a very busy man, you know."

The young man couldn't help but glance at Mr. Gatewood's computer, which displayed an unfinished game of solitaire. "Yes, I know, Sir, but…"

"Robert Berkley," Gatewood continued, clearly despising the taste such words left on his tongue. "I don't care what recognition he's gotten in the scientific community- he has a long way to go to before he's taken seriously as a politician, especially by me."

Suddenly the lights began to buzz and glow brighter and brighter, filling the room with unrelenting, artificial luminosity. However, they quickly dimmed back to normal.

"Hmph," Gatewood snorted. "Power Surges- another thing we can thank the great Robert Berkley for- him and his new bio-electro-whats-it-called."

"Bio-electricity," the young man corrected. "It's supposed to be the savior of New Earth. It's a clean, renewable form of energy."

"It's cheap," Gatewood argued as he struggled to recover his lost game. "And unreliable."

"I thought cheap was a good thing."

Gatewood glanced at the intern and released an almost unrecognizable smirk. "Come now, boy." He stood and, placing an arm over the young man's lean body, escorted him out of the room pronouncing, "I'm in a generous mood. What say we go pay a visit to your boss?" The intern gulped and Gatewood slammed the door shut behind them.

Inside the empty office, Gatewood's missing game of Solitaire popped onto the computer screen. The game, still unfinished, then began to move. First a red eight slowly travelled across the screen onto a black nine then the cards began moving faster and faster into their correct slots until the game was complete. The four kings sat in their lofty pedestals on the top right corner of the board and smiled.

(Theme Music)