Adventure: TARDIS Not Required

by QueenOfIrony237

The TARDIS lands in New York 2011. Turns out, you don't need to travel all over outer space to find things that are out of the ordinary. Out of the ordinary is hiding in the shadows of our own back yard. Or even in plain sight.

1. Chapter 1

This is my first be nice. I know I can't write very well. I just like doing it.

Plus I'm not sure whether I'm even going to continue this story

Adventure: TARDIS Not Required-Chapter 1

"New York! Finally!" Amy stepped out of the TARDIS expecting to instantly breathe the very essence of New York: Broadway and shopping, subways and cabs, huge buildings and overcrowding. But instead, she was met with the sight of a run-down apartment building hall.

The Doctor noticed Amy's expression, "Oh. Yes, did I not mention? We're going to stop a serial killer."

"What?" Amy and Rory said in unison.

"Yes. I have reason to believe this is a vital point in his life. One where he is very vulnerable."

"I came here for shopping and greasy pizza, not CSI," Amy whined.

"Well I promise you we will get right to that just as soon as I'm done here." The Doctor wandered the halls, with Amy and Rory in tow. He may or may not have gotten lost once or twice looking for the right apartment.

Finally seeming to reach his intended destination, the Doctor burst into an apartment without knocking to find a rather large man with nothing n but a towel lounging on a couch. Rory shielded Amy's eyes.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I'm, uh, looking for a Doctor Mohinder Suresh?"

"Huh? Oh you mean the Indian dude who lived here before," the man had a thick New York accent and seemed uninterested in the unexpected visit, "Yeah, he moved out a while back."

"Huh," the Doctor muttered. He retreated from the apartment, but seemed to have second thoughts, "By the way, what year is it?"

"2011."

"Well that's not good."

"What?" Amy followed the Doctor in the direction of the TARDIS.

"Now don't panic, but I might have meant to land in 2006."

Suddenly a man whizzed by them, hitting his back to the wall. He was pinned there by another man, this one with bushy eyebrows and slicked-back hair. Neither of them seemed to notice the Doctor and his companions.

"Just two more weeks!" the eyebrowed man yelled, "I'll have a job by then!"

The Doctor held his hand out to him, "Hello. You must be Sylar. I'm the Doctor."