A/N – This is a rewrite of Art and Alien Flu, considering that I completely mucked up the timeline, and that I could add more descriptions to make the story better. Just to clarify, Worst Nightmares takes place a long time after "The Girl in the Fireplace", but before "Rise of the Cybermen", so Mickey fans, keep reading! Mickey the Idiot will be gracing this story with his presence!

The first three chapters have been given a few tweaks, and the next chapters will be posted soon! Please review:)

Disclaimer – Sadly I don't own any aspect of Doctor Who (although I can still dream, can't I?)

Chapter 1 – Mr Spock

"Where are we going today then, Mr Spock" Rose asked as she bounded into the TARDIS control room. The Doctor looked up from the control panel and grinned at her.

"You never did tell me what that was about," he replied "A little inside joke with Jack, was it? Mr Spock?? I'd love to be let in on the joke." Rose leaned casually back against the control panel.

"Mr Spock? Oh, come on, Doctor! You know, Mr Spock from Star Trek?" The Doctor thought for a moment, before an explosion of recognition flew into his face.

"OH!" he exclaimed, snapping his fingers, "You mean Mr Spock! Half-Human, half-Vulcan, wasn't he? I went to Vulcan once, very hot, but beautiful landscape if you know where to look-" Rose cut across him.

"You mean Vulcan really exists? Seriously?!" Intrigued, she leaned towards him to hear more.

"'Course it does!" The Doctor smiled at the amazement on Rose's face, "Nice enough race, but they are ever so serious. Always so logical."

Rose contemplated this new piece of information for a moment, before shrugging it off. Since she had joined the Doctor on his travels in the TARDIS, she had found that not a lot could surprise her. The Doctor had shown her aliens, monsters and civilisations of different times and planets, and apparently, there was so much more to see.

"I will ask once again. Where are we going today?" She sidled up to the Doctor and he put an arm around her shoulders.

"What do you think about art, Rose Tyler?" he asked her as he studied one of the screens.

"Art? Well, I suppose I like it alright. It's not something I would usually go for, but then what's wrong with a bit of culture. Why?"

"The TARDIS has found an art gallery in the year five billion and twenty-eight. What do you think? It would be the furthest we have ever gone!" Rose could see the light of adventure kindling in his eyes, "It would be as new for me as it would be for you. Anything could happen!" Rose looked up into the Doctor's boyish face and took his hand in hers.

"I don't care when we go, or where we go, as long as I'm going with you." The Doctor's free hand had been reaching out to type something into a computer, but now he paused, his hand hovering over the keyboard. For the briefest moment, Rose felt her hand being squeezed, before the Doctor was busily pressing buttons again.

There was a violent jerk and the TARDIS roared into life. In the time it took for Rose to reach her pink hoodie down from the coat-stand by the door and slip it over her head, they had ground noisily to a halt.

"Oh, yes! That's my girl!" The Doctor patted a wall of the TARDIS, speaking to it as though it were a dog that had brought back a stick, "It was very far to go, wasn't it? Yesh it was!" Rose hastily stifled a laugh, remembering the time she had met the Doctor's past companion, Sarah Jane Smith. The two of them had joked about the Doctor's little habits, one of which was stroking bits of the TARDIS.

"Right! Here we are then! Five billion and twenty-eight." The Doctor announced as he threw on his long, brown overcoat.

"Which planet are we on?" Rose asked

"Why don't you open the doors? You tell me where we are," the Doctor replied mysteriously.

Puzzled, Rose opened the double doors leading to the outside world. She found herself on a grassy cliff top, overlooking the sea. In the distance, she saw a huge, bustling, futuristic city, with tall skyscrapers reaching to the clouds. Large floating vehicles soared above her head, emitting a cacophony of bleeps and blaring horns. A familiar smell caught Rose's attention. She turned to the Doctor who was standing in the TARDIS doorway.

"Is that…?" she asked. He said nothing, but gestured with his head that she should find out. Rose bent down, tugged up a handful of grass and smelt it.

"Apple grass!" she squealed, "So that means we're in-"

"New New York, Galaxy M87 and the year is five billion and twenty-eight," the Doctor revealed, grinning, "Five years after we released a whole new form of life from a hospital run by cats!"

Rose turned to face where she thought the hospital was. Instead of the large curved building, bearing a green moon, the universal symbol for hospitals, she saw a great dome of metal and glass in its place. Rose turned back to the Doctor.

"What happened to the hospital?" she asked. The Doctor came and stood beside her.

"When the authorities found out that the Sisters of Plenitude had been breeding humans as lab rats, they shut it down," his face temporarily creased in distaste, remembering the human farm that those cat nuns had done experiments on, but then a smile replaced the frown, as he looked at Rose's eager grin. "That's the New New York Gallery. Famous place. Where all the top artists display their work. That, Rose Tyler, is where we are going!" He grabbed her hand and, with a shout of glee from Rose, they started to run away from the cliff edge, towards the New New York Gallery.

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