This is a sequel to Evil Little Dog's The Big Blue Box, I highly recommend you read Evil Little Dog's story before continuing on. I have been given permission from the author to write a sequel, and thus, here it is!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Monkees or the characters from Doctor Who, but seriously though, how cool would that be?

Last Time, in the Monkees' pad, Mike, Micky, and Peter had gone out to get a pop, leaving Davy in the pad. Davy had scanned the empty space where the time machine had been, worrying about being uncovered by the Time Lords of Gallifrey.

Now

Mike, Micky, and Peter pulled into the parking lot of the gas station at the corner of 12th and Main Avenue. Leading the way out into the gas station was Mike, then Micky, and finally Peter. However, as Mike and Micky disappeared into the gas station, Peter remained outside, noticing a crying woman sitting on the corner of the store. As he would, Peter marched up to the poor girl, and asked if he could help her with anything.

The girl peered up from her hands and looked Peter in the eyes. She was a young woman, about maybe twenty-five years old. She had rich, brown hair that was complimented by a yellow headband. She wore a pale, yellow sweater, faded light blue bell-bottoms, and while go-go boots. "M-my friend, I can't find him. I don't really know where I am either. I'm not from here, you see."

"You're from England, aren't you?" Peter asked. Peter wasn't the brightest, but thankfully, because he was friends with Davy Jones, he could tell the difference between an American and British accent.

The girl nodded. "You could say that, yeah."

"My friends and I can help you."

"Really?" She asked, her spirits suddenly rising.

Suddenly, Micky ran out of the store. "Peter! We were wondering where you had gone off to!"

"This girl, she needs help finding a friend of hers. She's from England, like Davy."

Micky cocked an eyebrow. He looked from the girl, to Peter, and back to the girl. He then shrugged his shoulders. "Okay, I'll get Mike. Pete, you want anything?"

Peter nodded. "A root beer would be fine."

Micky nodded and ran back into the gas station. Suddenly, Micky appeared again, along with Mike, holding a root beer, a bottle of water, and two other miscellaneous soft drinks. Peter then re-explained the situation to Mike, who handed the bottle of water to the girl.

"So what's your name?" Mike ask, taking a gulp from his soft drink.

"Sarah, Sarah Jane. I'm a journalist."

"Mike Nesmith, nice to meet you." Sarah Jane shook Mike's outstretched hand. "This is Micky and you already know Peter. So what'd your friend look like?"

Sarah Jane sighed. "Well, he's tall, has brown curly hair, wears a trench coat, occasionally a sweater vest, a fedora, and-"

"Hey! Sounds like the guy who disappeared in the pad when we left!" Micky exclaimed, tossing his empty bottle into the trash.

"You saw him?" Sarah Jane asked, jumping up from the ground.

"Yeah he disappeared into a blue box." Mike added.

"It was bigger on the inside!" Peter exclaimed.

"Now Peter," Mike began, but was cut off by Sarah Jane.

"The TARDIS! You saw the TARDIS?"

Peter nodded gratefully, happy that someone believed him.

"Where was it?"

"In the pad." Micky said, "Hey Mike, should we take her to the pad and show her?"

Mike shrugged his shoulders. "I don't see why not. Let's go. Let's just hope Davy doesn't fall in love with her."

Micky and Peter smiled at the comment as they led Sarah Jane to the Monkeemobile.

Davy sat at the dinner table, fingering through a notebook full of songs that Mike had written. He hummed to himself to fill the silence. Every now and then he'd glance up at the clock, paying attention to how long the others had gone. A sly smiled stretched acrossed his face at Dream World. Suddenly, he could hear the engine of the Monkeemobile outside. He quickly slammed the book shut and raced to return it Mike's stool where it had been earlier in the day when they were learning one of his new songs. Davy tumbled over the bandstand ledge, ending up on the floor.

Mike entered first, followed by Micky, a strange woman, and then Peter.

"Tiny, why are you on the floor?" Mike asked, setting his glass bottle on the table.

Davy quickly stood, brushing himself off. "Er, uh, I dropped my tamborine."

"Davy it's right there." Peter said, walking over to the bandstand and picking up the tamborine that sat on Micky's drum stool.

"Oh, thanks for finding it for me Peter." Davy said, rushing up and grabbing the tamborine from Peter's hands.

"You alright babe?" Micky asked, with the stange girl on his arm.

"Fine, just, um, tired." Davy said, plopping down onto the couch. "Who's she?"

"Sarah Jane. She's a friend of that man who popped in here earlier today."

Davy arched an eyebrow. He suddenly stood and approched the girl, turning on the Davy charm. "Well hello Sarah Jane."

Sarah Jane smiled at the boy's pick up line. However, the Englishman's excitement was short-lived as Micky drew her attention to the empty space next to the staircase. The woman sighed. "He could have gone anywhere. It could be years before he realizes that he left me."

Davy threw an arm around the girl. "Don't worry. You can stay here till he comes back." This offer earned the boy 'are you crazy?' looks from his roommates. "Just until your friend, your friend comes to get you. You can stay in that room: it's mine and Pete's. We can stay in here, right Pete?"

Peter smiled approvingly, seeing no problem. Mike flung a hand into his face while Micky shook his head violently. "Now Davy, we know how you are around girls, but isn't this a bit too-"

"Guys, she's a stranger in a strange land, we need to help her."

"Davy you don't know that. We haven't told you anything yet!" Mike nearly yelled, desprate to make the boy see reason.

"I can tell just by her looks." Davy lied, trying to keep his cool. "She's English, which means she's not from around here."

"But so are you." Mike pointed out.

"Come on Mike, are you going to let a poor girl like her go out on her own, in this strange city? You know how dangerous it can be out there. Hey, how about, in the morning, I'll take her out to go look for her friend?"

"Is it going to include a long walk on the beach, lunch, and dancing?" Mike asked.

Davy gulped, "Not entirely..."

Mike sighed. "Fine!" He walked up to Sarah Jane, leaning in, whispering, "Don't look him directly in the eye and don't fall for his sea shell pick up line." Sarah Jane giggled and nodded, thanking him for the advice. "Right," he said louder, "I'm off to bed."

Micky yawned and followed Mike upstairs. They both called good night as Peter lead Sarah Jane to his room and made sure she was comfortable. He left the room with two pairs of pajamas, tossing a pair to Davy. "Davy, are you sure you're alright? I mean, I'm okay with Sarah Jane staying and all, but you seem, off..."

"Peter, I'm fine! Trust me! Have I ever steered you wrong?"

Peter thought about it for a moment. "No, guess not," and with that he wandered into the bathroom to change, leaving Davy alone in the living room. Davy sighed in relief, sinking into the couch once more.