NOTE: Hello readers! I just wanted to thank you all for the encouragement you've shown me so far. I'm having a lot of fun in the Whoniverse. I love to chat with fans so always feel free to pm me or whatever.

For those who voted for the companions at the end of Songbird, it was a close race at first but Amy and Rory won out by five points in the end. However seeing as there is clearly a lot of interest for Clara as well I promise that my next Who adventure after this one will feature Clara as the companion.

Doctor Who: Leviathan

Chapter One

"Amy?" Rory called. "Is the milk still good? Amy?"

Not getting a response Rory stared at the carton of milk in the fridge apprehensively. He remembered buying it before the Doctor had taken them to the 1939 World's Fair in New York. What he couldn't remember was if the Doctor had returned them in a timely manner afterward. The trip had taken a day of his time, but that didn't mean it had only been a day from the milk's perspective.

Resigning himself to his fate Rory reached in the fridge and picked up the carton. It still had a few days before its 'sell by' date, but he was constantly amazed by how little that date seemed to matter when it came to the actual freshness. Still stooped in the fridge Rory opened the top and gave the white liquid a tentative sniff. Sighing in relief that the milk was unspoiled, a scent he couldn't stand, Rory stood up.

"Rory!" The Doctor cried enthusiastically.

Rory yelped in surprise at the sudden appearance of the Doctor on the far side of the open fridge door. He was sporting an odd bright pink stripe down his nose and under his eyes like war paint gone horribly wrong. The milk carton slipped from Rory's hand and struck his barefoot before spilling cold milk across the floor. Rory cried out in a combination of pain and frustration with the way his day was starting out. Smiling brightly the Doctor joined in with Rory's shout with an enthusiastic cry of his own. Rory silenced them both with a sour look that nearly had the power to curdle the milk on the floor.

"Morning Rory. Why are we screaming?" The Doctor asked cheerfully.

"Doctor, what did I say about sneaking into the house?" Rory grumbled.

"I honestly don't remember." The Doctor looked around. "Where's Amy?"

"She's upsta..."

Rory stopped as he closed the fridge door and discovered the Doctor was wearing little more than a pair of iridescent swim trunks and a set of bright orange water wings on each arm. Rory quickly brought his hand up over his eyes, but it was too late, the image was burned into the back of his retinas.

"I'm going have nightmares for a month." Rory whimpered.

"Nightmares?"

"Why are you dressed like that?"

"I told Amy I'd take her back to the beach. You're coming too right?"

"No, I'm going to work."

"Work is boring." The Doctor complained. "Come with us. This beach has automatic sand! How cool is that?"

"What does that even mean?"

"It cleans itself of rubbish, just be careful not to lay too still on it for too long or it will try and clean you off the beach too. It's a bug they are still trying to work out of the system, but as long as you shift around every ten minutes or so it's perfectly safe."

Rory stared at the Doctor for a moment trying to determine if he was joking or not and realized that he probably wasn't. Rory was about to protest further about the impromptu trip to the carnivorous beach when Amy arrived downstairs, fresh from a shower. She looked over the Doctor's odd apparel with considerably less surprise than Rory had.

"Doctor why are you half naked in my kitchen at six in the morning?"

"Space Florida!" The Doctor replied with childish excitement.

"Oh I love Space Florida!" Amy brightened instantly. "I'll get my bathing suit. Come on, Rory, you'll love it."

"I have to get to work." Rory complained. "Besides I hate the beach. I'm not going, and that's final."

"Fine." Amy smiled mischievously. "I'm sure any number of the body builders on the beach will be more than willing to put sun tan lotion on my back."

"I can help with that too." The Doctor offered innocently.

"Thank you, Docto..."

"No, no, forget it!" Rory interrupted quickly. "No one lotions my wife except me."

"So you'll come?" Amy asked.

"Fine, but I'm not going in the ocean, too many sharks."

"Space Florida only has dolphins." The Doctor pointed out.

"I don't particularly trust them either."