Hey. I've gotten how this website works now, that's why there are no notes like this in my first story. This is a crossover between Doctor Who and the TimeRiders series by Alex Scarrow. They both have time travel in them so I thought they would work well together. In DW time, this is between 'The God Complex' and 'Closing Time' so no Amy or Rory. In TimeRiders, this is after the second book but before the third. I do not own any of the characters from Doctor Who, that's the BBC's, or any from TimeRiders, that is Alex Scarrow. Harry and Caiomhe are original characters.
"So, whole of time and space to choose from." the strange man, known to everyone as the Doctor, smiled. "Any ideas?" Harry Callahan ran his fingers through his black curly mop of hair and gazed around the impossible room he had just entered. The big console that dominated the room caught his eye, the vast number of buttons and dials interestingly complex.
"It's…so big." He approached the console, taking in his new surroundings. Another person, a girl with long dark hair, smiled at him. Caoimhe flicked her fringe out of her eyes.
"It's always like this you know. The running, the aliens, that sort of thing. Happens every day." she said, her smile not changing.
"You're not bored of it though?" asked the Doctor from the door. "Ahhh!" he gave the door a quick blast with a stick that glowed green at the end, a sonic screwdriver he called it, Harry noted. Caoimhe gave the Doctor a withering look.
"Course not, are you kidding me?" The Doctor smiled at them both.
"Now, Harry!" he turned to the startled boy. "Time's up! Where to next?"
"Give me some time to adjust. I've just run away from aliens into a police box that's bigger on the inside!" Harry replied. As he was about to ask a question about the 'sonic screwdriver', a sharp ringing noise erupted from the screen on the console.
"Hold that thought!" The Doctor ran over to the screen, Caoimhe and Harry close behind. "The TARDIS is picking up some strange signals, originating from," He quickly typed some commands into the typewriter on the console. "What does the screen say?" Harry checked it. The screen glowed white before showing the location of the unusual frequency.
"New York, 2001." he read. The Doctor flicked a few more switches and suddenly the floor began moving!
"No time to waste." The Doctor had a mischievous glint in his eye. "That frequency only comes from one thing. Time travel technology."
So there it is. First chapter, finished! The TimeRiders crew will be in the next chapter, don't worry. As always, reviews are appreciated! XxXx