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Five years later…

Crystal Tokyo, once the old city of Tokyo, stood in the great sea, housing the small remnant of humanity who survived the Great Freeze. The entire city was a shining light in the frozen wasteland caused by the great catastrophe from a nearly a thousand years ago.

Its denizens walked through the market plaza, the most crowded part of the city. Both buyers and sellers wore fancy clothing similar to that of Victorian England with high-collared suits and jackets for men and frilly dresses for women, carrying the air of their higher-class upbringing with them.

But behind a pile of boxes was one who hid from the rest. His tattered brown cloak contrasted with their clean capes, and his cowl concealed his features.

From where he hid, the figure moved one hand out of his cloak, slightly outstretched towards a nearby. On it were a pile of oranges remaining perfectly still. Suddenly, one orange fell off from the pile and slowly rolled onto the ground, avoiding the feet of the unsuspecting people.

While the figure grabbed the orange with his free hand, his outstretched one focused on the oranges. Another fell off and then another, and both rolled on the ground toward him. No one ever noticed what was happening right at their feet, just how he wanted it.

Placing the oranges in a small bag beneath his cloak, the figure turned to the stand once more. Another orange fell out and rolled once again…

SQUISH!

… but it was crushed underneath an armored boot. The figure's eyes widen under his hood and his gaze noticed the boots' owner, a man in the silver armor of the queen's guard. With that single guard, were more, each one armed with spears and shields.

What made it worse was that one guard was looking at the pile of boxes the figure hid behind. Soon, all the guards turned their heads to see what their compatriot was staring at.

The figure mentally cursed himself. They were going to notice him sooner or later, and he needed to get out of the market before he was caught. So, with a small inhale of air, the figure made a run for it.

The guards saw the ends of a tattered cloak before they saw its wearer pushing by the many civilians. The dirtied clothed gave the guards a hint as to who this mysterious person was, and they soon made chase. "Halt in the name Neo-Queen Serenity!" one of the guards commanded.

It went ignored at the figure ran down the cobblestone street, one hand held onto the small bag of oranges. Stretching his other hand to another stand, he flung his hand to his pursuers and everyone gasped as an invisible force flung it to the guards.

The guards cried out as the stand crashed into them, sending them crashing onto the street. Those who were lucky enough to avoid face chips of wood and food being flung into the air and their unprotected faces. When the figure momentarily glanced over his shoulder, the sight brought a smile to his hidden face.

The members of Crystal Tokyo only watched, some of them exclaiming "dirty ruffian!" and "uncouth ingrate!" at the figure. The cloaked figure just ignored them as he rushed pass them with great speed and made a sharp turn into a nearby alley.

The figure rested his back against the brick wall of the alley and he could hear sound of the guards' metal boots. They did not even bother to look as they passed the alley and the figure sighed with relief, knowing he lost his pursuers.

Turning deep within the alley, the figure continued his journey without any more trouble.

Far in the distance, the remains of old Tokyo was shadowed by Crystal Tokyo's light. The once prosperous city had been frozen over and the cold would have been almost unbearable if not for the heat radiating from the city. Despite its inhospitable conditions, it did not mean the ruins were uninhabited.

The figure's worn shoes stepped on the cold street and he shivered under his cloak. It had been a long journey back, and now, his shadowed gazed came across the frost-covered buildings as he continued on.

Upon reaching the area, the figure threw the hood back to reveal a young man in his twenties. The cold wind pressed against his tanned complexion and passed through his brown hair. The blue eyes darted from one frozen building to the next, wondering about where the people were.

"Alam's back!" a cheerful voice rung out.

In no time, the young man found a small group of children running towards him. There were four of them, each one wearing tattered clothes to keep their bodies from the cold. Their faces beamed with joy, a definite change from their usual glum expressions.

Alam let out a small laugh as the children gathered around him. "Hey, there," he greeted.

"Did you bring us anything?" the eldest, a young girl, asked eagerly.

One boy jumped up with excitement. "Yeah, what did you bring us?"

Then, another voice, one much older and feminine, called out, "Now, children give Alam some space."

The four children obediently stepped back from Alam, making way for their mother to come through. She was a woman in her forties with long brown hair and in similar clothing to her children. "It's so nice to see you, Alam," she smiled as she gently grasped Alam's hand with her frail fingers.

"You too," Alam returned, grabbing the bag under his cloak. "I've brought all I could."

The mother took the bag. "I'll give this to the others," she told him, "and thank you for this. I'm sorry I can't give anything back."

Alam gave a humble shook of his head. "Don't worry about it. It's just another routine."

The youngest of the children, a girl, tugged on her mother's clothing, gaining the attention of both adults. "Mom, can Alam play with us?" she asked.

"Yeah, can he?" the eldest chimed in.

Smiling, their mother patted the youngest one's head. "I'm sure Alam's busy. Maybe he can play with you some other time."

"Actually, I think I have time to spare," assured Alam. "I just need to check on a few things at my place, first."

The answer caused the children to let out "hurrahs!" before their mother caught their attention. "Now children," she strictly told them, "remember, don't play too far and no fighting!"

Alam had to stifle a chuckle at the children nodding to their stern mother. He said nothing and instead watched as the mother's strictness was replaced with a warm smile. "Now, go play," she said.

The children immediately bolted off through the frozen streets, releasing all of the energy they kept bottled up inside of them. "Don't be too long!" another boy of the group shouted, waving to Alam.

"I won't!" Alam waved back.

The children became smaller and smaller with every passing second. As soon as they left, so did the smile on Alam, his lips turning into a straight line. His expression was devoid of joy and now filled with both exhaustion and irritation.

The mother, noticing the look on his face, asked, "Is everything alright, Alam?"

Alam let out a small sigh and faced the mother. "No. I've been a bit on edge, recently."

"Having trouble with the queen's guards?" she assumed.

He suppressed a slight twinge of irritation and answered, "There's that, but it's something else. I keep getting this feeling something bad is going to happen."

As Alam's words hung in the air, the mother placed a hand on his shoulder. "I believe you, Alam. Your gifts have never been proven wrong before," she spoke with the upmost sincerity. "But not everything is set in stone. Maybe this feeling you have is nothing."

He raised his gaze to meet with her brown eyes. "Maybe," Alam conceded with uncertainty, "but I don't know. Whatever it is, it's making me uneasy."

The mother removed her hand from Alam's shoulder. "We can talk about it later. Right now, you should go home."

After a moment of silence, Alam agreed, "I guess you're right."

The mother smiled. "Take care of yourself, Alam."

"I will," he returned the smile.

And with that, Alam headed towards his home. The mother herself, returned to her own home with the bag in her hand to store it and prepare a meal for her children.

For a moment, Alam halted his walk and spared a glance to Crystal Tokyo in the far distance. A twinge of anger rose within Alam at the sight of the royal palace's tall spires and he quickly returned to his strode, not wanting to even think about those dwelling there.

From the balcony of her palace, Neo-Queen Serenity stared down at her domain of Crystal Tokyo. A slight breeze blew through her blond pig-tails and her white gown. Her eyes stared out at city below, the many lights twinkling like the stars above. It was a beautiful sight to behold, but the queen's mind had been elsewhere.

"I see you're up," a voice called out to her.

Serenity turned around to see her husband, King Darien of Earth, standing at the threshold leading into the throne room. He donned a black caped tuxedo that contrasted with the bright colors of the palace. "Is everything alright?" he asked, approaching Serenity.

She noticed the concern in her husband's eyes and assured, "I'm alright, dear. I'm just wanted some time to think."

"About the Negamoon attack," came from Darien. It was not a question.

Serenity nodded as she stared back at the city. "It's been over ten years since then. All of our posts in the solar system are in ruins. The only thing left is this city."

Darien put a hand on his wife's shoulder. "But we're still here. We can rebuild we've lost everything."

The queen of Earth, unconvinced, slipped out of Darien's grasp. "I wonder…" her voice trailed off as her walked into the crystal floor of the throne room.

Her eyes were not on the two majestic thrones or the wooden doors, but on the paintings on the wall. Each portrayed events during Crystal Tokyo's existence: the crowning of Serenity, her marriage to Darien, all leading up to the infamous Negamoon family crisis. Her eyes trailed down the artistic timeline that showed a time of joy and hope turn into one of instability and chaos.

"Ever since the Negamoon family, we have been forced to banish our own citizens to the outside world," she spoke. "The exiles still carry darkness inside of them. They wished for the old ways before the Great Freeze. Not even the Silver Imperium Crystal could fix that."

Darien walked up behind his wife. "And that was why they were banished," he told Serenity. "They would have caused a civil war in the city if they stayed. It had to be done."

The queen of Crystal Tokyo sighed, gazing back at him. "I know… I only wish they still could have been saved."

The two were silent, the queen not wanting to say anything and the king not sure of what to say. It lasted for many moments until they heard the throne room's doors opening. The silence gone, the king and queen turned to see a guard entering.

"My queen," the guard began, "I apologize if I'm interrupting anything."

"It is no trouble," Serenity assured. "Is everything alright?"

The guard swallowed some saliva before he answered, "My queen, we are receiving a message… It's from them."

Serenity's face went from warm to cold, and even her husband frowned at what he heard. Neither of them had expected this to happen, nor did they want it. Unfortunately, they knew they could not deny this "simple" message.

"Thank you. You may leave us," was all Serenity said.

The guard was more than happy to leave, and once the doors closed behind him, the king and queen went to the center of the throne room. A small screen emerged from the floor and it was moments later that an image of a man appeared.

Serenity recognized the face: fair skin, brown hair with graying on the side, and old, blue eyes. The outfit was also familiar, a strange red armor that was too different to be part of Serenity's guards. And then, there was that golden emblem of his people, shaped like the infinity symbol, etched on his chest armor.

"Neo-Queen Serenity, King Darien," the man greeted them with a nod, his voice deep and brooding.

"Commander Andred," Serenity returned with a smile, faked though. "How can I help you?"

The commander cleared his throat. "I wish to inform you that one of our crafts, a small pod, has been sighted within in your vicinity. It will be approaching your territory. My orders are to arrive there and pick the contents of the pod."

"And you wish for us to make sure no else finds this pod?" Darien surmised.

"Yes," the commander nodded. "The pod in question was accidentally jettisoned from one of our ships. It should be unharmed by the time I arrive, and I expect for you to fully cooperate with this."

The king and queen of Crystal Tokyo glanced at each other. Their 'ally' was going to make a visit to Earth and all for a simple pod? There had to be more to this than what the commander was telling them.

"However," two pairs of eyes went to the commander, "do not attempt to take the pod for yourselves. Hiding the pod will be seen as an act of betrayal to our pact. Remember, without us, you wouldn't have been able to rebuild your kingdom from the Negamoon Crisis."

Serenity suppressed the urge to frown. "I haven't forgotten, commander. I will make sure your pod remains safe. Give Lord Rassilon our regards."

With that, the screen went blank and the computer returned back to underneath the throne room floor. The two stared at the space in silence for many moments until Darien looked at his wife. "Whatever is in that pod, they want it badly," he said immediately, not beating around the bush. "Otherwise, they wouldn't be going through all of this trouble."

"I know," Serenity paused to ponder. "Perhaps, we should take a look at this pod and find out just what all this fuss is about."

Darien's eyes widen. "You can't be serious. You know what powers the Time Lords have. We can't risk betraying them."

"I'm not suggesting we betray them. Only we just take a look at the pod," she replied in an assuring tone. "If it's of no value, then our dear commander can have the pod."

"And if it is important?"

Serenity opened her mouth, but another voice spoke. "Mom? Dad?"

Both the king and queen of Earth turned their gaze from each other to see her daughter, Rini. Her pink pig-tails stuck out as she entered through the opened entrance of the throne room.

Darien knelt down so he was at eye-level with his daughter. "Rini, shouldn't you be in bed?"

"I couldn't sleep," she answered. "I wanted to see what you were doing."

"Come here, you," and the king scooped up the little princess in his arms.

A small giggle left Rini as she held herself close to her father, who let out his own small laugh. Serenity smiled, glad for the few instances of joy she could share with her family.

After finding comfort in her father's arms, Rini spared a glance to her mother. "Is everything alright, mom?"

Serenity lovingly stroked the pink hair. "I'm fine, Rini. Just a little tired," she gave a comforting smile. She then turned to her husband. "I'll take care our business. You can send Rini back to bed."

Though uncertain, Darien nodded before looking at his daughter. "Come on, Rini. Off to bed," he told her, leaving the room with Rini in his arms. The queen watched as the doors closed behind her family.

Now alone, Serenity's warm smile thinned as she began to think of what Darien said. What she suggested was a risky move. Serenity feared what would happen if the Time Lords ever found out, but she knew that there was something off about this.

The queen turned around to leave the throne room. First, she would contact Sailor Pluto and inform her of the situation. Pluto would set up the barrier stalling the Time Lords while Serenity's guards could investigate the pod. What to do with afterwards, she would wait until she knew about the pod.

"Hey Alam, catch!"

Hearing his name, Alam blinked and found a yellow ball flying towards him. He caught it with both hands and found himself staring at Rina's four children, all of them in streets of old Tokyo. The one who called him, the older girl, was in front of them. "Nice catch!" she beamed with a smile.

"Thanks," he smiled. "Now go far!"

All four children ran back and distanced themselves from Alam, who tossed the ball. It rose into the air and fell towards the children. It was the youngest one, the girl, who caught the ball. "I caught it! I caught it!" she laughed, holding the ball up like a trophy.

"Ah, I wanted to catch it!" one of her older siblings whined.

Alam almost laughed. Playing with Nina's children always brightened up the young man's grim lifestyle. The children's own lives as exiles were difficult, living in the cold and eating off of food scraps. Moments of joy were far and few between, and had to be savoured.

"Hey, what it is?" Alam heard one of the boys ask.

When he looked, Alam realized the question had not been directed at him, but at someone else. The three children were looking at their youngest sibling, the one who caught ball. She was not looking at them, but at the sky.

Curiosity grew in Alam and he asked, "What is it? Is everything alright?"

As Alam and the other walked towards the young girl, she wordlessly pointed a finger at the sky and everyone looked at the direction. While the children stared blankly at the sky, Alam's eyes were filled with surprise and concern.

Alam immediately looked at the children. "Head back home. Tell your mother what's going on and stay put." Without question, the children ran off. Once all of them were departed, Alam looked back at the sky to see the source of his newfound concern.

A bright line shot across Earth's night sky. Alam thought it was a comet or a meteor, like he read in books. There was something strange about the head of the "comet." Whatever that object was, it was getting larger and larger with every second...

KABOOM!

Alam's eyes widen seeing a cloud of smoke arose from where the object crash. From what he could tell, it crashed somewhere between Crystal Tokyo and his position. Alam slowly started his trek towards and-

A jolt of pain shot through Alam's head and he stopped. He could feel a jumble of emotions crowding in the back of his mind. There were two emotions that stood out, however. It took him a few moments to realize what they were. Fear and pain.

The feeling subsided and Alam ran as fast as he could towards the source of the smoke, his flowing behind him.

"My queen, we have found the pod."

Serenity whirled her head away from the balcony to the one who gave the news. That person was a green-haired woman with a large key-shaped staff in hand. She wore the white the uniform of the Crystal Tokyo's defender's, the Sailor Scouts, completed with a mini-skirt.

"Thank you, Pluto," Serenity replied before pausing. Then, she asked, "Has the time barrier been placed?"

"It has, my queen," Pluto nodded.

"Then we must hurry." Quickly, the queen gave her orders. "Inform the Inners they are to secure the pod. A squadron of royal guards are to accompany them as well."

"I will, milady," the Sailor Scout replied. "And what of Small Lady?"

Hearing the name, Serenity was silent for many moments. Small Lady, the nickname given to Rini by Crystal Tokyo and the Sailor Scouts. Rini would need protection if anything went wrong, especially for, heaven forbid, the Time Lords finding out about Serenity's "investigation."

"Sailor Saturn is to guard my daughter," Serenity finally answered. "I can't risk her being involved in this."

Pluto gave a small bow before departing. Serenity heard the sound of doors closing behind the Sailor Scout, leaving the queen alone in her throne room. The silence only left an uncomfortable feeling in Serenity as she stood there, knowing all she could do was wait and hope for all of this to be over quickly.

Alam panted as he rushed past the final line of homes in old Tokyo. The ruins gone, replaced by a wasteland right outside and Crystal Tokyo not too far away. The wasteland stretched for less than a mile with only a lone, thin path on the dirt.

The young man's run ended, his feet coming to a long and he found himself staring at a large fire. It was like a bonfire, the flames dancing about and leaving a trail of a smoke in the air. The source of the fire itself was something Alam did not expect.

Buried partially in the dirt was a cylindrical pod of some kind, large enough to fit a few people inside. The object was white without any markings and Alam could see the flames themselves emerging from some opening. He just stared at them, wondering if there was anything inside of that pod.

Suddenly, a hand shot up from the flames.

Alam's eyes widen. There was a person inside that pod. And that person would be burning to death if not taken out of there soon! "Hold on!" he called as he stretched out a hand.

Closing his eyes, Alam dragged out the mysterious power inside of him. He felt his power grasp onto the lonely hand and he slowly pulled it from the flames. Alam never tried carrying anything as heavy as a person before, but he did not have time to worry about that. A life was a risk and he need to save it.

"Come on," Alam squeezed his eyes shut to focus.

Slowly, the hand was dragged out of the flaming pod, and that hand slowly turned into a woman. Alam carried his hand through the air and the woman followed the path, floating away from the fire. The woman's feet touched on the ground and Alam opened his eyes to get a good look at her.

The woman Alam rescued had long blond hair and blue eyes, and had a youthful disposition, though she was old to be his mother. Her attire was a long red robe with golden patterns, fancier than the nobles of Crystal Tokyo.

The woman ignored the blood trickling down her head and faced her savior. "Hello there. I seem to be lost," she greeted.

If Alam was not so shocked, he could was raised a curious eyebrow. This woman spoke with an accent from long ago–British, Alam believed it was called.

Alam came out of his thoughts when the woman stumbled forward. "Hey, are you alright?" he asked with concern.

"I'm fine," the woman assured. "Just a little… tired…"

Her voice trailed off as she started to fall forward. Alam quickly caught her and stared at the woman. She was unconscious, definitely due to the blood loss from her cut and other possible injuries she sustained in the crash.

Alam gave a quick glance to Crystal Tokyo, then the pod, and back at the unconscious woman. It would not be long before the Crystal Tokyo guards would come and Alam wanted to be long gone before then. Besides, there was an injured woman who needed treatment.

Carrying the strange woman in his arms, Alam dragged her away from pod. As he did, he left small tracks on the ground leading towards the ruins of old Tokyo.

A/N: Alright that's chapter 1. What do you think? Was it good, bad, or meh? Was I being lazy? I think I was in some places.

Yes, this crossover does involve Sailor Moon and Doctor Who (as well as a bunch of other things as you will soon see). They, their ideas, and their characters belong to their respective owners, with exception to any OCs mentioned in this chapter (which includes the main lead, Alam).

With Doctor Who, the Time Lords here are being sent to another universe, instead of (spoiler alert to those who haven't seen the "Day of the Doctor") being in a parallel pocket universe. I actually had this idea before "Day of the Doctor," and I thought it would not work, but I decided to go with it anyway.

Now with Sailor Moon, I'm following more of the English dub done by DIC and its continuity because it's the only thing I've seen of Sailor Moon. I apologize to fans of the original Japanese dub if you're distressed by this. To the fans, I also apologize if I'm turning Crystal Tokyo into a dystopia and making Neo-Queen Serenity seem like a tyrant and/or making her seem weak and reliant on an outside source for help.

That's it for now. I hope you like this chapter and if there were any problems, please let me know so I can know what to do right in later chapters. Thanks.

Raika out.