Murder on the Moon

by ckissick

The Doctor and Amy have just saved the universe yet again and are in need of a vacation. The Doctor convinces Amy that the Vacation Station on the moon would be just the place. He packs his collection of Sherlock Holmes stories and prepares for a peaceful fortnight of reading and napping. After all, what could possible happen on the moon? Plenty, it turns out.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

On a quiet street in the outskirts of London the stillness is broken one morning by a strange reverberating sound. As the sound fades away, a blue police box slowly materializes out of nowhere. Although there is a smattering of people walking up and down the street, no one seems to notice the box as they walk past. An old lady approaches, walking her rat terrier. The little dog lifts a leg and pees on the box.

"Good boy, Nigel", says the old lady to her beloved dog.

Suddenly a floppy man with a big chin bursts out of the box.

"Oy! Oy!" he yells at the dog. "Get away from the TARDIS!" He shoos away the dog and his owner. The incredulous old lady huffs and puffs as she scuffles down the sidewalk as quickly as she can, which is really not very quick at all. Nigel stops and looks back at The Doctor. The dog tilts his head. The Doctor tilts his head. The Doctor lets out three sharp barks, prompting Nigel to quickly turn and run ahead of his owner, pulling hard on the leash.

"Slow down, Nigel. That strange man may bark, but I doubt if he bites," says the old lady. They disappear around the corner and the tranquil morning returns.

The door opens again, slowly. Amy looks left and then right before she emerges from the TARDIS.

"What was that all about?" asks Amy. "I heard barking."

"Look at this! That little vermin relieved himself right here," says The Doctor as he leans down to get a closer look at the damage. "I gave that dog what for, I can tell you that."

"You really should be more polite around people, Doctor."

"Maybe people should be more polite around me. Look at that! Just look!"

"Yes, I can see. It's just a little pee."

"Oh, did we just have an adventure or what, Amy?"

"Ah, so we're off the pee incident are we?"

The Doctor dismisses the whole thing with a wave of his hand. "Ahhh… We just barely escaped with our lives! What's a little doggy urine?"

"Oh, I know! We can't go anywhere without having to save Earth. Or the whole Universe, for that matter."

"Too true, that." The Doctor pauses in thought. "I need a vacation."

"What do you mean?" asks Amy.

"You know, a vacation. A holiday. Somewhere peaceful. Where nothing can happen."

"Hmm. Sounds nice."

"Yes… but where can we go where nothing can happen?"

Amy shrugs her shoulders, stumped.

The Doctor rubs his ample chin before he lifts his index finger in triumph. "I've got it!"

"What? Where?" asks Amy. "When?"

"You'll see soon enough. Get in the TARDIS."

"But where are we going? I might need to nip into the house for the proper clothes."

"Trust me. Where we're going, you won't have the proper clothes. Come on!"

The Doctor rushes into the TARDIS with Amy following close behind. Within seconds the TARDIS fades away and disappears.

Soon after, a fat man with an English bull dog arrives on the scene. The dog sniffs the spot where the TARDIS had just been and pees on the grass. "Good boy, Jock," says the fat man.