Chapter One

The T.A.R.D.I.S engines hummed away, singing pleasant song to the Time Lord and human inhabitants. The green light of the wooden console cascaded onto the grass and washed over Scarlett as she leaned on the console.

The ship seemed to like her, well she hoped it did anyway, so she seemed to have got into the habit of stroking the console and staring into the liquid filled tree trunk time rotor. She would have thought that The Doctor would have found this weird but he didn't; he just let it go.

Scarlett stared at the T.A.R.D.I.S with a smile and imagined that the ship was staring right back at her. They had a strange connection but not as strange as the one the Time Lord had with 'the old girl'.

The Doctor's footsteps crunched along the pathway that made up the corridors of the ship, and towards the main console area where Scarlett leaned dressed in a pink t-shirt, jeans and pink converse; her long red hair flowed down her shoulders and down towards her lower back.

She turned from the T.A.R.D.I.S and saw The Doctor had changed his clothes. He'd done away with the leather bomber jacket, white button up shirt, purple tie and black jeans and replaced it with something classier. He wore a white suit shirt with a grey waistcoat, he also wore a pair of charcoal grey trousers with black leather shoes, on his fingers he wore a ring on either hand, over the top he wore a long grey coat which went down to his calves and she could see leather gloves sticking out of either pockets; and in the Time Lord's hands he held a grey top hat.

"What do you think?" he asked with a grin, doing a small spin to show off his new outfit.

"It's, it's so...you," she smiled in reply.

"Good, good, I like wearing things that are me," he replied.

"So why the change?" Scarlett asked as the Time Lord walked towards the console.

"Because I thought I could dress up for where we are going next," he replied. The Doctor put his hat on top of his long brown hair and pressed a wooden lever on the console.

"And where's that?" she flirtatiously smiled at him.

"The greatest New Year celebration ever!" the Time Lord replied, moving about the console pressing the controls.

"Earth?" she moaned. "That's boring!"

"Not Earth," he replied with a sigh. "As humanity spread out among the stars, which you know as you were part of that time period, they took their cultures and traditions with them. In the year 3015 on the planet Rithok, humanity put on a New Year Celebration which would be known to be the best ever!" The Doctor set the T.A.R.D.I.S into flight and walked towards her with a smile. "And that's where we're going."

"That's sounds a lot better," she replied.

"I knew it would," The Doctor replied as the liquid within the time rotor began to swirl and move; showing the ship was in flight. "So are you wearing that or something slightly classier?"

"Well seeing as this is a New Year's Party and if they're anything like the ones I used to throw, I don't think so."

"What do you mean?" The Doctor asked as he turned a wooden dial on the nearest panel.

"Alcohol, drunk horny men, loud music," she replied. "I think I'll stick to this."

"Well that's fine for any occasion," the Time Lord replied, starting to land the ship. "Apart from a Royal Ball...or a war...or the Greek Olympics..." he didn't finish his sentence and instead slammed down a final lever on the console and landed the ship. The Time Rotor stopped moving and The Doctor stroked the console panel. "We've arrived!"

"Good," she smiled, turning around and making her way down the path from the console and towards the wooden doors where The Doctor placed the hat stand; her black hoodie was hung up on it. As she shrugged on her coat, she noticed a cane leaning against the bottom of the stand. "Doctor, what's a cane doing here?"

"A cane?" The Doctor asked; not even knowing the cane was there. He walked over to the doors, taking the rings off his fingers and pulling on his leather gloves. He picked up the cane, which had a silver handle, and moved it about in his hand. He leaned on it and smiled at his female companion, "What do you think?"

"It completes the look," she giggled.

"My sentiments exactly."

The Time Lord held the cane in his hand and produced the key from his waistcoat pocket; he pushed the door open and felt the sound of partying wash over them.