Author's Note: Right, I had better explain this because I'm bound to have made a mistake somewhere. I am not a huge Doctor Who fan. I love the new series, but I've only seen the new series, and about three episodes from the entire run of the old one (I've read a little about them on the BBC website at least…). This means that I can't guarantee that I won't make a mistake, but I had this idea after watching an episode a few weeks ago and couldn't resist. I have no idea when this will update, because it isn't one of my main stories, but just a side idea I had. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, and please feel free to criticise like hell. And sorry about the lame title.

Consequences Of An Action

Episode 1

There was another deep rumble from within the TARDIS as its systems strained awkwardly.

"Go on then. Ask me what's wrong." The Doctor shot to Rose as he rushed around the main control panel.
"Oh, I didn't think I'd bother. I'm used to this thing going wrong by now." Rose shot back. The Doctor paused.

"Look, just because very occasionally we don't end up exactly where we intended doesn't mean that there's anything wrong with my TARDIS." The Doctor explained.

"So what is wrong?" Rose asked.

"You had to ask, didn't you?" The Doctor sighed. "We're being pulled off course. Something's gone wrong in time and we're being drawn to fix it."

"Just once I'd like to materialise somewhere where nothing had gone wrong." Rose grumbled.

"How do you think I feel? It gets repetitive when you're nine hundred years old." The Doctor muttered. The TARDIS finally settled down, and stopped shaking. "Here we are." He announced happily.

"Here we are….where?" Asked Rose.

"Dunno." The Doctor replied cheerfully.

"Well, isn't there something on that….thing," Rose pointed to the main control panel, unsure what to call it, "That can tell us?"

"Yes. But I'm willing to bet I can figure it out in under a minute." The Doctor told her.

"Under a minute?" Rose repeated amused.

"Yes." The Doctor said, as if it was a matter of fact.

"And we could be anywhere in time and space?" Rose checked.

"Yes." The Doctor announced, grinning.

"You're on." She laughed as they swung open the TARDIS door.

They found themselves in a darkened alleyway. Huge stone walls stretched up to the night sky.

"Earth." The Doctor decided instantly. "The atmosphere is spot on, and the moon is Earth's moon."

"I could have told you that." Rose smirked. "But when are we?"

"Alright, give me a second." The Doctor said calmly.

"Forty seconds and counting, Doctor." Rose taunted.

"This stone work. Late 2020's. Worn, so we must be in the 2030's by now." He said as he walked out of the alley. He froze. "Except we're not."

"Why?" Rose asked, running to catch him up.

"Because of that." He announced. Rose stopped to stare up at a gigantic metal tower, reaching high above the clouds, various tubes and wires sticking out from all over it, drawing energy. It seemed to pulsate with a strange blue energy.

"What the hell is that?" Rose exclaimed.

"I have no idea." The Doctor answered. "I have no idea." He repeated, suddenly realising how odd this simple fact was. "New York!" He decided, surveying the streets. "We're in New York! There shouldn't be a huge tower in New York!"

"You did say something had gone wrong with time." Rose said casually, now too used to things not making sense to make a big deal out of it. "Oh, and your minute's up." The Doctor looked at his watch.

"2041." He announced. "I was close."

"Still doesn't mean you won." Rose taunted.

"Shame you didn't bet anything, then." The Doctor gave in response. Rose sighed as the Doctor began to curiously look around. He froze as he found a message spray-painted on the wall. It simply read: 'Fear the Master'.

"What is it?" Rose asked, seeing the horror in his face.

"The Master." The Doctor grumbled. "It can't be."

"Who's the Master?" Rose curiously questioned, shaking her head from the confusion.

"A renegade Time Lord." The Doctor answered.

"I thought you were the last." Rose said delicately, not wanting to bring up the destruction of the Doctor's home.

"So did I." The Doctor answered bluntly. "If he's here, then we're in serious trouble."

"When are we ever not in serious trouble?" Rose asked.

"The first few minutes on Platform One went by alright, didn't they?" The Doctor said quickly, sounding almost offended.

"The first few minutes of us being anywhere go by alright." Sighed Rose. "It's the large amount of minutes afterwards that are the problem."

"That's where the fun is." The Doctor announced.

"FREEZE!" Came a cry. The two spun around to see troops, dressed in black gasmasks to hide their faces, and black uniforms covering their entire bodies completely without logo or insignia, holding guns at them.

"See? Fun?" The Doctor laughed.

"Identify yourself! Why are you out after curfew?" The guard demanded.

"Oh, well, my time machine just arrived here, you see, and I didn't realise there was a curfew." The Doctor answered happily.

"Don't play games with me." The guard grumbled, holding his gun at them.

"They never believe the truth." The Doctor observed.

"I'm sorry." Rose said as tactfully as she could to the guard. "He escaped from a mental asylum. I've been tracking him everywhere. Just found him now. I didn't realise what the time was!"

"You didn't hear the sirens?" The guard asked sceptically.

"I was busy!" Rose protested. "Look, I can prove it. Show them your papers, Doctor."

"Wait, aren't you the doctor?" The guard asked Rose. "Or do the patients look after the doctors at this asylum?"

"Oh, we just call him Doctor." She said in a whisper. "He likes to think he's one of us." The Doctor fumbled about and pulled out his psychic paper. "There, see?" The guard frowned.

"Right." The guard sighed. "Just get him back and soon. And don't let this happen again!" The guards turned and marched away down the street. Rose sighed.

The Doctor turned to her with a look of mock offence.

"Mental asylum?" He asked. "Mental asylum? Why couldn't you have just claimed I was the paper boy? Or that we got lost? Maybe our watches stopped? But no! You decided I was from a mental asylum."

"You're the one who was ranting about time machines." Rose taunted.

"That's true! We did arrive in a time machine!" The Doctor protested.

"Well, I thought it was quick thinking." Rose smiled.

"I could have gotten us out of that." The Doctor told her.

"You're just jealous I got us out of it, and you didn't." She smiled again.

"Okay then, if you're so smart, what do we do next?" The Doctor asked, confidently folding his arms.

"Well, I suppose rather than be smart, hop back in the TARDIS and leave before things get really bad, we should investigate the tower and find out just what is going on." Rose decided. The Doctor paused.

"I was going to suggest that." He said. "But how do we get into the tower?"

"Sonic screwdriver." Rose answered.

"Fantastic!" Grinned The Doctor. He went to run off excitingly, but managed to get control of himself. "You, of course, know that I was planning to use it anyway?"

"Yes Doctor." Rose sighed. "I'm sure you just let me suggest it so I'd feel good about myself."

"Glad you understand." He said with a smile, before rushing towards the tower.

Two figures snuck past two of the patrolling guards and ran to the huge steel doors of the tower. They crouched by them, and Rose quickly examined them.
"There's no lock." Rose whispered.

"Well, don't look at me. This was your idea." The Doctor pointed out.

"You're the one who can get us out of anything." She whispered back. "Or do I have to save us again?"

"I'll think of something." The Doctor told her. There was a creak, and the door opened. "Ah." He said, grinning. "See? Piece of cake." The door finished opening with a crash, and the patrol of guards that had just opened it from the other side rose their guns.

"HALT!" Cried the guard.

"Oh." The Doctor sighed.

"Now what?" Rose snapped.

"Would you believe I escaped from a mental asylum?" The Doctor tried.

"You're under arrest!" A guard announced.

"Guess not." The Doctor muttered.

"Relay this capture to the network and await further orders." One guard said to the other. The Doctor listened curiously.

"A bit early to have a network like that, isn't it?" He asked.

"Silence, scum!" Snapped the guard. The Doctor watched curiously as the other guard tapped in something on a computer panel embedded in his arm and the data was transferred.

"Something is very wrong here." He muttered as they were led off.

Rose looked across to the Doctor from inside their jail cell. They had been taken inside the tower and sealed inside a gigantic steel room.

"So why haven't you overridden the lock yet?" She asked.

"There will be guards outside." The Doctor answered. "Besides, I'm thinking." He paused. "Network. Network? What kind of network would you report information to?"

"Something like the internet? Where you access all arrests?" Rose suggested.

"Yeah, but it isn't used in that way. At least, not yet. Something has accelerated your development." The Doctor explained. "And if it's the Master, then why?"

"It is possible that the graffiti was unrelated, you know?" Rose suggested. "Coincidence."

"Nothing is a coincidence." The Doctor decided. "Ever."

"I'll take your word for that." Rose sighed.

"Wait a minute, something's going on!" The Doctor cried. "Outside! I can feel it!" As if the Doctor had given a cue, the door to the cell slid open and guards marched in.

"The Master has requested to see you, Doctor." The guard smirked. "He's been looking forward to this for a long time."

"Oh yeah, I bet he has." The Doctor shot back.

"You will come as well." The guard said to Rose. "He seems equally keen to see you again."

"Leave her out of this!" The Doctor cried. "It's me the Master wants!"

"Wait." Rose said, holding up her hand. "See me again?"

"Why yes, it may have been years since he last saw you, but he's never forgotten." The guard told them. "Now follow me."

As they stood in a lift, guns aimed at them and ascending what felt like hundreds of floors, the two discussed this new revelation.

"He must have run into our future selves in the past." The Doctor told Rose. "So to him, he's meeting us again, but we're meeting him for the first time."

"So at some point, our future selves go back, and run into him in the past, so he tries to take vengeance on us now?" The Rose suggested.

"That's my theory." The Doctor said confidently.

"Well, then, we're invincible right? Since we can't do anything in the past as our future selves without surviving this." Rose explained cheerfully.

"Clever." The Doctor mumbled. "But not as clever as the Master. No. Something is amiss here."

"You mean, you might have been wrong." Rose mocked.

"I'm never wrong." The Doctor protested. "Just misinformed." He added with a slight smile. The lift stopped.

"Move it." A guard ordered and the two walked out.

They found themselves in a gigantic room. Computer screens full of data were all around. Animated corpses seemed to sit in a circle, hands on computer panels. Something that was erringly familiar to them both. A bright beam of blue energy poured from a large machine overhead into a figure in a chair that was high up in the room. The Doctor and Rose paused. The beam shut off.

"Doctor." Came a bitter sounding voice. "I had a feeling you'd return."

"You're not the Master." The Doctor gasped.

"And just what should I be the master of?" The voice asked. "The Earth? Your fate?"

"Who are you?" The Doctor asked.

"Why, Doctor, I'm so disappointed." The voice laughed. "I was certain you'd figure it out right away." The chair spun around, and the Doctor's eyes went wide. Rose gasped. Adam sat in it with a cocky smile. He had clearly aged, but they could tell it was the same person. "You told me to never meddle with time. You did exactly that by leaving me here with this thing in my head!" The device in his brain was wide open, and had clearly been downloading information. "Now look at what your meddling has caused. The Earth is mine. You are mine. And at last, I shall have my vengeance for what you did to me!"