A/N Like I say in all my other stories (at least I think I say it) I will try and not do too many author's notes throughout the story. This is my first Doctor Who fanfiction and I hope it is as enjoyable to read as it is to write. I like helpful criticisim as long as it isn't boring like grammar and spelling because I already know those mistakes will be there and I am already probably working on them. Also not hates because I don't want you wasting your lives on something I will just ignore. I think that's all the important stuff out of the way. I have a rough story plot at the moment but if you get any ideas feel free to suggest them. I may use them I may not. I may get inspired by them I may not. Who knows.

I don't own Doctor who! I wish I was that genius. But do own all the OC's!

Ok, enough with the boring stuff. Please enjoy the story!

Chapter 1

Is there any other way to start a story than from the beginning? Most people believe the beginning is the best part because it is the place where they have the opportunity to learn the most. The beginning is usually the best. Things can get all wibbly wobbly when you start from other places in a timeline. Look at the Doctor and River if you want an example. Try and explain that to a none whovian.

The beginning of this story is desperate. It is a desperate call from a desperate girl to a desperate man. A call thrown across all time and space. A call, strong enough to pluck the TARDIS out of the time vortex and take her to a place of darkness and ruins. A place long forgotten by everyone but the universe itself. What would be in such a place? A place protected by the universe but shunned or craved by the things that live in it. What would be in a place that was sealed by the Timelords themselves?

The TARDIS materialised in such a place. She didn't crash but nor did she land. She just... materialised, guided and... controlled by something else. The Doctor stepped out, alone, having requested Amy stay inside until it was safe. He had no idea what could be powerful enough to control the TARDIS. Something like that could potentially be dangerous. Very dangerous.

The Doctor stepped out of his TARDIS and was greeted by the barrel of several guns. He hated guns. Absolutely despised them. They were merciless, unruly and destructive. Everything the Doctor didn't want to be.

The guns were held by a hand that was human and was attached to an arm that was attached to the body of a rather short man. His beard was uneven, shorter in some places than others as if he couldn't decide if he'd wanted to shave it or not, and the eyes in his head stared up at the Doctor like they'd just watched a horror movie. The Doctor didn't doubt it.

"Who are you?" He demanded in a deep voice that didn't suit him. Though it was deep it was neither intimidating nor threatening, filled with more fear and dread than anything else. He wanted the Doctor to be good more than the Doctor himself did.

"My names the Doctor." Came the bowtie wearing alien's usual response. "And the woman who has ignored me and is now standing behind me is Amy." Amy didn't bother with anymore sneakiness and stepped out from behind the Doctor. She didn't bother with coming up with an excuse and he didn't bother lecturing her.

"How did you get down here?" The question was obvious and the answer even more so. They had witnessed the materialistion of the blue box behind them, it was just a matter of their tiny humans minds processing what they had seen.

"I um…" the Doctor took a moment to find the right word. "I teleported here. In that," he pointed to the box, "its called a TARDIS and it is what brought us here. We are not going to hurt you, we promise." Amy nodded in agreement as the Doctor gave the short man a stare that said 'you can trust me and you know it'. It didn't take long for the little man to give in, release a heavy sigh and holster his gun.

"I'm sorry. We've been walking this maze for so long we've become a bit too cautious." The rest of the group holstered their guns at a wave of the short man's hand. Definitely the leader.

"How many have you lost so far?" The Doctor asked slightly bluntly and slightly considerately.

"Two out of six." Came a quick reply, like he was afraid that if the words dwelled too long on his tongue they'd rot through it.

"Why? What's in here? Where are we?" Amy's Scottish accent echoed of the stony walls and all eyes turned to her. She regretted asking.

"We're in alpha 36 on an asteroid orbiting a star." The Doctor raised his brows.

"A star? You mean a little gas ball with no orbit?" The short man nodded, unable to give any other explanation. He flicked his eyes back to Amy and finished answering her question.

"There is something in here, a few ancestors don't want us to find, and so they set up a few traps to ensure that doesn't happen. Casualties are bound to happen." His earlier façade of grief at the loss of his teammates wasn't present as he said the word casualties.

"If someone doesn't want you to find it than why are you looking?" She asked as if it was common sense. Its dangerous, people are dying and you know you shouldn't be here. Uh, ring any alarms?

"They're archeologists." The Doctor stated having turned away from the group with no one noticing. He'd whipped out his sonic screwdriver and was proceeding to scan the walls surrounding them. He looked at the readings and frowned.

"What is it?" Amy peered over his shoulder though she didn't understand what she was seeing.

"There's nothing. The Sonic isn't getting anything." He tried again and his frowned deepened. "According to the sonic there are no walls here." He reached forward and placed a hand on the solid, slightly damp rocky walls. "But there is clearly something here."

"Our equipment isn't picking up anything either." A boy who looked about seventeen piped up, being the first in the group to speak apart from the leader, to which was glaring at the bold lad.

"Don't do that." The Doctor ordered. "I don't like it when people like you give people like him that face." The leader directed the glare to him, but he ignored it and looked back to the boy. "Keep talking." The boy hesitated.

"The readings we're getting aren't the normal ones you get for inanimate objects. I changed the settings to a wider branch, including living things and I got something."

"Don't be absurd!" The boy flinched as the leader snapped at him. "You've been babbling on about that the entire trip and I've told you. IT IS IMPOSSIBLE." The boy fell silent, hanging his head.

"Impossible." The Doctor stated, "but right." The leader rolled his eyes.

"Not you too. These walls are not alive!" The Doctor smiled bending down at eye level with the man.

"But they are." He was grinning. "They are alive and they are watching us. Whatever is at the end of this place. Whatever it is you are looking for, it is smart. It is so, so smart because it hasn't just manipulated its surroundings to protect itself," his eyes fell serious for a moment, "it also called me." The Doctor stood and regained his smile pretending to like the archeologists who were keeping secrets from him and were wondering around and ancient and powerful place with the intention to steal and sell. "Now tell me, what is it you are looking for?"

The short man's face paled discreetly but not discreetly enough and he stammered for a bit trying to find the right lie.

"We- we don't know. Someone just hired us to come in here, find the end of this maze, or whatever it is, and collect whatever was at the end." Amy crossed her arms and raised her brows in a way that clearly said she didn't believe them. The Doctor pretended to believe him.

"So you willingly walked into a maze of death to find some unknown item for some random person with money?" The man mused the question for a moment before nodding. The others were nodding as well and the Doctor took a moment to straighten his bowtie and smiled that smile of recklessness and adventure. "Well then, let's go find out what's at the end of this maze." He walked off towards the closest doorway thing and everyone watched him go, all of them just standing there for about three seconds before their brains kicked in and they followed the madman from the blue box.

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