NekoShard: Hello! Second chapter at long last but the Doctor was giving me trouble when I tried to write in his voice, well him and another person. Oh well, I did my best. Review if you like it!
Donatello moved aside the manhole cover and climbed out into the street above, shoving the metal circle back into place with his foot. His mind was awhirl and he began to walk, not noticing or caring that he was in full view in the middle of the street. Nor did he notice the faintly glowing eyes that watched him from the rooftops and shadows.
Without his meaning to, Donnie's feet took him to April's house. He stood in the street, illuminated by the light that stood at the edge of the sidewalk, and stared at the closed door. Inside that house, April was probably finishing up her homework and eating dinner. Then next day she would be going to school, interacting with other humans, and seeing…seeing her boyfriend. Swallowing hard, trying to remove the lump in his throat, Donnie blinked to clear the tears in his eyes. Suddenly, a faint sound of sparking and sizzling reached his ears and he jumped back just in time as the light flickered out and the lamp post fell to the ground where he had been standing with a crash.
"That was close…" Donnie thought. Suddenly, the lights all along the street went out, even the lights in the houses. "This can't be good."
A robotic noise reached his ears and he drew his weapon. The darkness around him remained, well, dark, but every now and then he caught a glimpse of a red glow, the robotic eyes of Karai's Foot Bots. Shifting his feet slightly, Donnie's left foot stepped awkwardly on the fallen lamppost and he stumbled, looking down to try and steady himself. That was what the Foot had been waiting for. With their target distracted they launched a silent, deadly attack. Donnie barely managed to deflect a ninja star off his staff before he was fighting for his life, knocking blades aside with his staff and jabbing out whenever he had that rare chance.
"Send out an alarm," part of him thought, "Just one button on your phone and your brothers will come and help!" But another part of him resisted. "They don't care! They think you're weak! If you defeat all of these ninja on your own you might gain their respect."
Gritting his teeth, Donnie struck out again and again. His determination never wavered, but he soon came to realize the foolishness of his actions. There were too many Foot ninja for him to defeat alone. Snatching his T-phone from his belt, Donnie was about to press the button to send a distress signal, when it was knocked from his hand and to the ground, stabbed by a throwing knife. At the same moment, one of the ninja knocked Donnie's feet out from under him and he landed hard on his back. As he began to sit up, Donnie froze at the sight of about ten blades pointed at his throat, ready for the signal to kill. More ninja stood ready to help if he somehow managed to break free. Mechanically, the robot that seemed to be functioning as the leader raised his sword in preparation to strike. Unable to defend himself, Donnie threw up an arm in an attempt to shield himself.
The blow never came. Instead a sound of wires short-circuiting reached his ears and he opened his eyes in confusion.
Electricity was arching along the framework of each and every Foot Bot and they shook in spasms of what almost appeared to be pain before collapsing to the ground. A hand was extended to him, a human hand. He looked up in surprise and found himself staring at a man who was looking back at him with a friendly expression. Warily, Donnie took the offered hand and was hoisted to his feet. He looked the man up and down with interest. He was well dressed in a brown pinstriped suit over a blue shirt and black tie. He wore converse and a long brown trench coat that billowed behind him impressively in the wind. He had sideburns and his brown hair was spiked up in the front. He was tucking a slim metal instrument into a pocket on the inside of his coat and didn't seem at all fazed by the fact that he was standing next to a giant mutant turtle.
"Uh thanks," Said Donnie as he picked up his staff before eyeing the man awkwardly and saying, "You…aren't shocked by the way I look?"
The man grinned, "Shocked? No, not much shocks me these days. Lived long enough."
Donnie faced him and cautiously extended his right hand to shake, "Er, I'm Donatello, but most people call me Donnie."
The man shook his hand as comfortably as if he met beings that resembled aliens every day as he mused aloud, "Donatello…I've met him once before. Very nice man, bit on the eccentric side though. Kept trying to build this flying machine-or was that Leonardo? Ah yes, sorry, I'm the Doctor, pleased to meet you!"
Stowing his staff in the sheath on his shell, Donnie asked, "How did you make all of those robots short-circuit at once?"
"You ever hear of cutting off the head of an organization to stop the body? Well that's basically what I did. This one here," The Doctor nudged one of the robots with his foot, "was the one with the ability to give basic orders to the others. I shorted it out and that caused it to send an order to the others to do the same. I only got rid of one, the others self-destructed."
"Wow," Donnie murmured, impressed. He watched as his rescuer crouched next to the lead Foot Bot. A flicker of movement caught his eye and he yelled, "LOOK OUT!"
Donnie lunged forward and stabbed a lone Foot Bot who had crept up behind the Doctor. The light in the robot's eyes went out and it collapsed on the asphalt, its sword falling from its hand. Looking surprised, the Doctor said in a rather casual voice,
"I must have missed that one. Thanks. Now, who exactly are we dealing with that could make such technology? Ooh of course!" The man sounded as though his suspicions had been confirmed. "The Kraang, they always did have a knack for this type of construction. Never could understand how they did it with only those little tentacles, but they were superb manufacturers of sonic devices. But that was before the war…Now, they are reduced in number and in technological intelligence."
Donnie gaped at the Doctor. "How do you know all this? I mean, it was crazy enough that you don't find me weird, but this is amazing! You know so much about the Kraang that I don't know and I've been fighting them with my brothers for over a year now."
The Doctor chuckled, "Fighting them? They always did like to picture themselves as warriors and it looks like they decided to move on that dream. Well, I should be going, I've got lots of work to do before I can move on."
"What kind of work?" Asked Donnie as he followed the Doctor towards an alley.
The man looked over his shoulder at him and said cheerfully, "Boring mechanic work that you most likely wouldn't understand. Now I really must go!"
He vanished into the shadows at the back of the alley. Donnie stared for a moment, but then followed him, driven by his ceaseless curiosity. He winced as he knocked against something hard in the dark and pulled out the small, LED flashlight that he always carried with him, shining it around to illuminate his surroundings. His eyes widened. A tall wooden box painted blue stood before him, the words "Police Public Call Box" were painted around the top on each side. It seemed that the Doctor had entered the box.
"What on earth is he doing in there?" Thought Donatello as he shoved the door open and stepped inside. His mouth fell open in shock at the sight of a huge room, its walls curving to form a sort of dome structure, supported by branchlike pillars. A raised platform was in front of him and at the center was what appeared to be a strange, extraterrestrial engine. Blue-green light shone from it a glass tube rose from the center, glowing with the same light. The Doctor was bent over the engine and was holding several wires together, pointing the same slim device Donnie had seen earlier.
"Right, now that that's fixed all I need to do is reprogram the central computers and the TARDIS will be ready to fly again!" He said triumphantly, glancing over at where the purple masked ninja stood before moving out of sight behind the machine. A moment later he popped his head back around with a look of surprise and confusion. "What are you doing here?!"
Flustered, Donnie gestured behind him at the door and then around him helplessly. "I-I just followed you. You know so much about aliens and I wanted to hear more and-and…this box, it's bigger on the inside."
"Yeah pretty much," agreed the Doctor.
"It makes sense now," Donnie gasped, "You know so much about aliens because you are one!"
"Correct again!" Laughed the Doctor as his fingers flew across keyboard and screen alike, programing the central computers.
Donnie sank down on the stairs, shaking his head in amazement. "I've been fighting aliens all this time, and then my life is saved by one! This is the last thing that I was expecting!"
The Doctor walked over looking thoughtful.
"Well," He drew the word out slightly, "If I recall correctly you saved mine as well."
Donnie looked surprised as if the thought had just occurred to him. "I suppose that I did. It looks like we're even."
"Yes…" the Doctor agreed, "But since you seem so interested in alien life perhaps-"You'll teach me about it?" Cried Donnie, sitting up straight in excitement.
"I would, but I've never seen anyone really learn from just listening. However, they say that seeing is believing, so what do you say to joining me on a trip to a place where I can show you aliens like you'd never imagine."
A grin spread across Donnie's face and he stood up quickly saying, "It would be an honor!"
Beaming, the Doctor ran over to the engine followed closely by his new companion as he explained,
"This ship is called the TARDIS, which stands for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space. We can go to any planet at any time, and I know the perfect place for you to really experience aliens. Now hold down this lever over here and keep your finger on this button so I can hold these over here and-"
The TARDIS jolted violently, nearly throwing both passengers off their feet, and the scraping/humming of the engine began as the Doctor steered his machine through the Time Vortex.
The trip ended with an abrupt bump and a lot of smoke as a part of the engine caught fire. The Doctor grabbed a fire extinguisher and quickly doused the flames. Then, seeing Donnie's concerned face, he smiled and said,
"Don't worry, it's been doing that a lot as of late. I'll be able to fix it in no time. Now, let's go out and see where we are."
Opening the door, the Doctor gestured for Donnie to go first. Holding his breath in excitement, Donnie stepped outside. He was in another alley but the buildings were huge. Donnie gaped up at the towering skyline. He could see a vague resemblance to the New York of his day, but it was hard to imagine the small suburbs becoming so large.
The Doctor poked his soot-streaked head out the door and squinted up at the sky before joining his new companion outside the TARDIS.
"Great New York! The center of intergalactic trade for this century; the year is 2105. Let's take a closer look, shall we?"
Donnie looked at the city with longing, but then shook his head, "Sorry, but I can't. You look human so you can go anywhere, but I'm limited. Since I'm a mutant I'll just freak a lot of people out."
The Doctor stuck his hands in the pockets of his trench coat and raised an eyebrow. "If you were in your time then I'd agree, but nowadays there are plenty of aliens living in Great New York, most looking much more alien than you ever will. People won't look twice!"
After a moment's hesitation, Donnie nodded and stepped up to stand by the Doctor. A broad smile broke across the Time Lord's face and he led the way to the city with a jovial cry of: "Alonz-y, Donnie boy!"
Little did they realize that the shadows were not empty. A pair of bright green eyes watched the two figures as they exited the alleyway before narrowing with suspicion and fading away into the shadows.
NekoShard: Okay lemme clear something up. This is the 10th Doctor and it happens between Martha and Donna. I made this to be sort of like the 2003 "Fast Forward" series but with some changes. Well, enjoy!