A/N: Oooh here we are then, first chapter. This one's honestgreenpirate's (obviously) although the rest of them we did together, which was fun :D It will be confusing to start with (we were confused half the time) but stick with it, seriously, and hopefully you'll enjoy reading it as much as we are enjoying writing it. So... well... read! xD

- Firebreathing Fishies

Chapter One

'Doctor! Can we please get another kettle?' Ella marched into the console room, two steaming mugs in hand. 'That is the third time I've burnt my hand on the stupid thing!'

'But it's metal and shiny,' the Doctor protested from his position under the grille. Ella lowered his cup of tea down to him; he reached out a hand for it.

'It's rubbish,' She contradicted him. 'Whenever you turn it on, it gets boiling hot and I burn my hand.'

'Well, yeah, it gets boiling hot 'cause what a kettle does, see, is boil water so –'

'Doctor.' Ella growled warningly.

'Right.' He said, swiftly shutting up. He was silent for a moment, arms resting on the sides of the hole in the floor he was standing in. He looked up at Ella and saw she was brooding. 'What is it?'

'Jess broke my bloody DVD.' Ella said bitterly. 'I leant it to her over a year ago, she still hasn't given it back and now she's bloody broken it.'

'Oh. What film?'

' 'A Hard Day's Night'. I love that film and now she's broken it.'

'It is good,' he agreed, taking a sip of tea and looking into the distance.

'Yeah, my favourite bit is at the beginning, when they're running away from the fan girls,' Ella dropped down to sit cross-legged in front him, warming to the discussion. 'Poor George trips on his feet and falls over, and then Ringo trips over him and all John does is laugh his head off at them. I've seen that bit so many times and still find it funny.'

She considered it for a moment, before remembering what the fate of her DVD had been and she frowned again. Glancing up and seeing her discontented pout, the Doctor sighed and levered himself out of the hole. When he was sitting on the same level as her, he smiled, an inviting, secretive smile.

'I have got an idea,' he revealed. Ella raised an eyebrow. 'What we could do is stop off at an hmv and go and get you another copy,'

He paused and looked at her expectantly.

'Or?' she prompted, seeing that he was leading up to something.

'Or,' he continued. 'We could stop off say, about 1964? Maybe at the Abbey Road Studios? Blag our way in, have a look round and chat with the boys themselves. You never know, George might fall over.'

Ella stared at him for a moment.

'Are you serious?'

He nodded. She grinned at him before launching herself forwards to hold him in a crushing hug.

'Oh, thank you, thank you! This is going to be brilliant!' She pulled away and stood quickly, dragging him up with her. 'Oh my god, I have to go and get changed!'

She raced from the room in giddy excitement, singing 'With A Little Help From My Friends' at the top of her voice.

It was about half an hour later that Ella reappeared in the console room. The Doctor had long since landed them in London during the swinging sixties and had returned to his maintenance task. She walked into the room and up to where he was working.

'What do you think?' she asked, striking a pose.

The Doctor looked up and worked hard at not letting his mouth fall open. Clearly Ella had been raiding the wardrobe. She'd found an extremely mini dress made from some material covered in bright geometrical patterns and had styled her hair so she could have walked out of the film itself. He smiled up at her before noticing her footwear.

'Oh, nice boots!' he complimented. He didn't know where those bright red go-go boots had originated from but they were inspired.

'A-thank you!' she replied, reaching a hand down to him to pull him up. 'Come on.'

He let her help him out and began to make for the doors before noticing she was heading in the other direction, back towards the TARDIS's interior.

'Um, Ella? Are we not going to 1964 then?'

'Not dressed like that you're not.' She informed him, making towards the wardrobe once more.

'What? What's wrong with my suit?' he protested, looking down at his blue outfit. She merely smiled at him over her shoulder and continued down the corridor. He hurried to catch up with her.

When they reached his extensive wardrobe room, the Doctor paused on the threshold while Ella went immediately to the second rack up on the left; she had obviously thought this through. Reaching up she removed two hangers, one carrying his black tux and the other a white shirt and thin tie. She held these out to him.

'I reckoned you were more of a mod than a rocker,' she said. 'Now, hurry up and get changed, 'cause I've got a date with four of the most famous musicians ever.'

Ella left him standing there; suit in hand, wondering if this idea of seeing the Beatles was really such a great plan.

When he rejoined her in the console room he found that she had discovered some music and was singing along to 'Can't Buy Me Love'.

'You ready?' he called, trying to be heard over the music.

'Yeah,' she replied, lowering the volume. She turned to look at him. 'Aw, look at you – proper little mod you are.'

He gave her a half smile and stuck his hands in his pockets, slightly embarrassed. She held out a hand to him.

'Come on, you look lovely,' she told him and lead him towards the doors.