AN: I felt that just uploading the intro wouldn't be enough so I'm also putting up chapter 1.
Once again, enjoy and review!
Chapter 1
"We're having such a great time, Doctor," Amy's voice was heard through the TARDIS sound system. The Doctor smiled at her through his small television screen and she smiled back. "Thank you so much for sending us here."
"Well," The Doctor replied, "Space Florida is the most romantic place in the universe."
"But how are you?" Amy's excited blush wore off and a pout crossed her face. "I feel bad leaving you all alone. You could have stayed, you know."
"Oh, I've heard about the rituals you humans perform on your honeymoons and I want no part of it! I'm much better off hurtling through space in a big blue box. You shouldn't be worrying about me anyway- focus on your husband. Speaking of which, where is the new Mr. Pond?"
"He's at the pool trying to tan." The Doctor and Amy shared an understood look about Rory's ridiculousness.
"Well tell him to be careful," The Doctor warned, returning to his serious self. "Space Florida is 30% closer to its sun than Earth, so remember to put on plenty of sunscreen- no less than SPF 5000."
"Don't worry about us, Doctor. We've spent too much time with you to be stamped out by something as trivial as a giant ball of gas."
"Don't you worry about me either, than."
The two said their good-byes and shortly the Doctor was left in the silence of an empty TARDIS. He didn't like being alone and it surprised him that after all this time he still hadn't gotten used to it. Perhaps he never would. He was glad Amy and Rory were having a good time on their honeymoon, and had considered simply jumping a week forward to when they'd had enough of each other and could rejoin him, but where was the fun in that? He looked around the empty room. Where was the fun…? He swiftly pressed a few buttons on his console and pulled a few levers and a map of the cosmos appeared on one of the many screens in front of him. He studied it for only a moment before his eyes fell on a particular planet and his face lit up. "Haven't been there in a while," he thought to himself as he began to set his course. As he pulled the final lever and the room thrust forward he smiled broadly and yelled into the echoing halls of the TARDIS, "Geronimo!"
The familiar sound of the TARDIS landing could barely be heard over the busy streets. The Doctor stepped out, donned in a scarf and hat that one of his former incarnations had left in the coat room. It was a brisk fall evening in New New York and the Doctor took in some air and slowly exhaled. The people on the street continued on their way without noticing the incongruous man. He began to walk with the flow of the crowd, peering into store windows as he passed, and eventually came to a large statue with a plaque on it that read, "In Memoriam of Those who Lived and Perished by the Motorway. Lest we never forget them." The statue was black and depicted a tall building surrounded by a circle of cars that continuously moved around and around and around without end. Past the statue was city hall. It was designed after old earth architecture and, thus, stood out amongst its surroundings, much like the Doctor.
The sun was setting and the street lights had turned on. Suddenly, a loud buzzing could be heard and the every light in the city seemed to brighten one thousand-fold. However, the blinding beams soon returned to normal and the Doctor looked around. Some seemed worried, some annoyed, and others simply continued on their way as if this was simply a sad fact of life in New New York City.
"Bloody hell!" and older man who sat on a bench near the Motorway Memorial exclaimed in a cockney accent. "They keep saying they're going to fix these power surges," he spoke brazenly to the Doctor. "But me, I know better than to believe what they say."
"Power surges?" The Doctor asked, mostly to himself, trying to place such a problem in the timeline of New Earth he was familiar with. When he found no knowledge of it in his immense mind he turned outward for help. "How long have these been happening?"
"What, haven't you heard?"
"I'm from out of town," The Doctor expertly lied.
"Even people from out of town have heard. It's all over the news- revolutionary, they say."
"I'm from really far out of town. It's so far that it's practically halfway back here." The Doctor was slightly exasperated and worried that he would actually have to pull out the psychic paper for this, but thankfully the man was as chatty as he was untrusting.
"Ever since the city started running on this new energy-thing there's been nothing but problems. The surges, the technical difficulties… My friend Bill says he once unplugged his blender and it just kept blending! Course no one in there," he pointed toward City Hall with his thumb, "would believe him. They're just trying to cover their own bums. The only honest one in there is Berkley and he's the chap who started all this trouble!"
"Started it?"
"Yeah, he invented this new energy. It's supposed to be all good for the environment and clean and whatnot, but I haven't seen it do one lick of good!"
"Well," the Doctor said tossing his scarf across his left shoulder. "Perhaps I should have a word with him."
"Good luck!" the man yelled toward the Doctor as he walked into City Hall, and then added under his breath, "You'll need it in there."
The Doctor knew something was wrong- a completely clean energy source wouldn't be used on New Earth for another century or so. Clearly something had gone amuck and it was up to him to save the day, though he wondered how many times he would have to save the same city. "At least it's not London," he thought to himself and pushed open the heavy doors.
