Authors Note: Okay, I have received absolutely no reviews for my prevouis chapter. I don't want to sound needy or anything, but I would like weater or not to continue this story. Please can I get some kind of feedback on this. Please?

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In Garfield's room, the Doctor was closely examining the crack in the wall. Garfield had felt guilty about not letting the Doctor eat more strawberries, so he had went into the kitchen to get something. "Here!" He said cheerfully. The Doctor looked at what he was presenting her like it was the best thing ever: An apple. She tried to look happy. "Thank you. Apples are amazing." The Doctor frowned at herself. Apparently she had become very sarcastic. Fortunately, Garfield had not yet devolved the ability to detect sarcasm and positively beamed.

"Mom carved a face in it, so that I'd like it. It makes me feel a little guilty for eating it now." The Doctor took and put it in her pocket. "Tell you what. I'll eat it later." She turned back towards the crack. "This wall is solid, and the crack doesn't go all the way through." She put her fingers in the widest part of the crack. "So where is the breeze coming from?" She stepped back and pointed her sonic screwdriver at it. Scanning it, she frowned at the readings she got. "This crack isn't a crack in you're wall, Garfield. It's a crack in time. If you knocked down the wall, the crack would still be standing there." Garfield looked confused. "Then why does it look like a normal crack?"

The Doctor coughed. "Just because, Garfield." Garfield smiled. "That's what mommy says when she doesn't know." He said in a sing-song voice. The Doctor refused to acknowledge that she'd been one-upped by a six-year-old. Walking over to Garfield's nightstand, she picked up his glass and emptied it behind her. She placed it against the wall. "Can you here things through it?" She asked. Garfield nodded, looking nervous again. "Mommy and Daddy can't though. They can't hear anything." The Doctor nodded. "Well, they are grown ups. They can help it." Garfield was confused. "But aren't you a grown up?" The Doctor snorted. "I hope not." She concentrated on the crack. "Prisoner Zero has escaped." She said slowly. Garfield jumped. "That's what the crack talks about! Prisoner Zero!" The Doctor stepped back. "On the other side of the crack is a prison. Do you know what that means?" Garfield shook his head. "You're going to need a better wall." She picked up the desk and moved it away from the wall and begun adjusting the settings. "The only way to close the breach is to open it all the way. It'll invert, and snap shut, or…" Garfield didn't like that or. "Or what?" He asked nervously. The Doctor looked at him carefully. "You know how grown ups tell you everything's going to be fine and you know their lying?" Garfield nodded. The Doctor took his hand. "Everything is going to be fine." She told him plainly. Garfield gulped at put his other hand on hers. She aimed her Sonic carefully at the crack and pushed the button.

Garfield nearly jumped out of his skin. The Crack lit up a bright shade of blue, and split apart so far that it outgrew the room. Through it appeared a dark room, or maybe a cell. A giant eyeball lowered itself into view. Garfield stared at it in fascination from behind the Doctor. It looked like a human eye, but it was gigantic. "Are those alien all eyeballs?" He whispered. "No, but they may as well be. No real brains." She whispered back. Garfield retreated a little more, but kept looking. He had never seen an alien before. Unless the Doctor counted, but if Santa sent her, was she alien or what? From out of the crack a deep voice spoke. Garfield gasped. The Doctor frowned.

"PRISONER ZERO HAS ESCAPED." It declared importantly. The Doctor took a step forward, but the Crack was already closing. She gasped and felt her pocket. "What was that?" Garfield asked in shock. "Prisoner Zeroes guard. He sent a message to my physic paper." She pulled the paper out and looked at it carefully. "Prisoner Zero has escaped." She read slowly. Garfield cocked his head. "Why did he tell you?" The Doctor stood up and looked around carefully. "Because he escaped somewhere out here." Garfield's eyes widened. The Doctor stepped out into the hall. "Now, if I were an escaped convict in a house, where would I hide…?" She began thinking.

Now the Doctor thinking in any form is brilliant. This new Doctor's thoughts were much quieter than her previous incarnation but more logical. The two things that the marked the Doctors thoughts were speed and ingenuity. So, and a matter of seconds, she got what a normal person wouldn't get for years. If she had another minute, she would have fixed the entire problem. However, naturally, another thing that marks the Doctor is unexpected circumstances. Suddenly a loud echoing bong was heard that seemed to cancel out all other noise far better than any siren could. All remaining color in the Doctors face drained. "The cloister bell." She said in horror. Spinning around, she all out ran towards the door. Garfield ran after her. "Wait! Where are you going?" The Doctor barely looked at him. "I have to stabilize the engines. It's about to explode."

Garfield eyes bulged. "What is that?" He asked, pointing at the Box. The Doctor was untying the rope she had used to climb out with. "It's my time machine!" She said with obvious pride, even through her distraction. Garfield was excited. "Can it fly?" The Doctor looked at him. "How did you know it could fly?" Garfield looked like she was an idiot. "All Time machines can fly! Haven't you seen TV?" The Doctor rolled her eyes. "Yes it can fly. Why?" Garfield grinned. "We can find my parents with it!" The Doctor finished getting the rope down and leapt on the Boxes side. "We can't go yet. I have to fix the engines. A five-minute hop into the future should do it." Garfield frowned. "Are you sure?" The Doctor paused and made eye contact with him. Young, naïve, and innocent green eyes were held by old, wise, deep purple ones. "Garfield," She said with absolute solemnity, "I promise that I'll come back. You have my word." Garfield frowned and nodded. The Doctor gave him her first real smile. She slid off the side into the Boxes interior. Garfield was shocked to hear her fall a long way before landing with a loud splash! The doors closed by themselves, and a mysterious Vrwormp noise emanated from the box, completely unlike anything he had ever heard. The Box began fading in and out of sight, and with a last Vrwormp, it disappeared. Garfield sat down to wait. She would come back, she promised.

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In jump City, weird was expected. It wasn't just acknowledged, or feared, tolerated, it was all out expected. So even if someone had noticed the materializing police box in the grungy alley, no one would have paid any attention. The Doctor charged out of the Police Box and looked around in confusion. This wasn't Africa. She scanned around with her Sonic and frowned. Prisoner Zero was most definitely here, but why hadn't she landed in Africa? What was she doing in California? She decided to deal with Prisoner first. She ran towards the signal she was receiving. It was coming from an apartment, first second floor room. She knocked on the door urgently. Hearing no reply, she picked the lock with her screwdriver and cautiously headed inside. "Hello?" She called. She tried to shout, but apparently this voice didn't do loud. She looked around. There was something dangerous here, but she couldn't tell what. She felt a sting on her neck, and brushed away the spider she found there away in annoyance. She didn't have time to deal with Spiders; she had to find the prisoner! She took a step towards the door, but it was getting harder to move. She staggered down to her knees. "What?" She managed to get out. She looked back towards the way she came. "Spider's aren't green." She realized. The last thing she saw before losing consciousness was the shape of a teen, growing into full size.

He was green.

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Just outside the Jump City limits, stood STAR labs. It experimented with intra-dimensional portals, Meta humans, radiation, and more super powered origins had their start here than anywhere else. Not that the city was in any danger, oh no! There were highly advanced security systems! The best trained security team on the planet! Nothing can get in or out if unwanted!

*Cough* Bull Crap *Cough*

Anyway, inside Victor 'Cyborg' Stone worked. He had been in an accident (at STAR labs) and to save his life their top scientist had been forced to add experimental cybernetic pieces to his body. The only external circuitry he has is a cyborg eye that can scan and analyze any information. Cyborg looked up as his supervisor walked in. He winced internally as he stood up and gave an amiable smile to cover his annoyance. "Hello sir. What can I do for you?" His supervisor glared. "Skip the pleasantries and tell me what you summoned me for!" Cyborg nodded and walked towards the next room. "It's in the Psyche project, sir. All the patients started talking. Its was one of the creepiest things I have ever saw." They were in the Psyche room now. It was quiet, eerily quiet. The supervisor looked around in obvious annoyance. "They don't seem very loud now, do they?" Cyborg winced again. He knew where this was going. "No sir." The Supervisor nodded. "Do you know why they are so quiet?"

"Well, sir…"

"Because they are in a coma!"

"I relies that sir…"

"Then why are you wasting my time?"
Cyborg finally pushed back. Stepping forwards, he glared at his supervisor eye to eye. "Because they were calling for YOU, sir!" The patient suddenly spoke up. The supervisor nearly jumped out of his skin. Cyborg nearly sighed in relief. He was really glad wasn't crazy. The patient coughed. "Doctor." The supervisor was dumbstruck. Cyborg took a picture with his cyborg eye. One of the other patients spoke. "Doctor." A third spoke, and then a fourth. All of them were chanting one word.

"Doctor."

The supervisor nodded slowly as their voices faded. He looked at Cyborg still annoyed. "You have made a formal log of this?" Cyborg nodded. They supervisor continued. "Very well. We will continue to look into this." He turned to walk away. Cyborg spoke up again before he could leave. "Have you have reviewed my other formal log, Sir?" the supervisor turned back. "Yes. Its poppycock." Cyborg stared in shock before his own indignation over came his limited respect. "Just like these patients are in Coma's, right sir?" The supervisor took several angry steps forwards. "You are out of line. These patients are under 24 hour constant supervision. It is impossible for them to be walking around the City." Cyborg stepped forwards as well. "Then it's impossible for me to have pictures of them stored on my hard drive too, huh." The supervisor dismissed the idea. "You're hard drive is flawed."

That was the last straw. The supervisor realized what he said, but too late to take them back. Cyborg's face contorted into a picture of rage. He spoke viciously. "Well, maybe you're right. I'm sorry, Dad, I'll go back to my apartment and look into that right away." He turned away and stormed off. The Supervisor tried to call him back. "Son, wait!" Cyborg didn't even turn around. Cyborg's father and supervisor watched in sadness. Why was it that he continued to harm his son at every turn? Why did he have to be so… callus?

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Outside, Cyborg stormed towards his car, silently fuming. He got in and slammed the door. He glanced at his cell phone. Three messages from an unknown number. He listened to the first message. A high-pitched voice with a slight Californian accent spoke. "Hey, dude! Listen, it's been forever since we've hung out. Like, three days! Want to meet for pizza for lunch or something? I'll buy! I won't even order a tofu pizza! See you then." Cyborg snorted. That was his friend Beast Boy. Beast Boy relied on human communication to an extreme. They had known each other for years, and he still insisted on meeting constantly. He was the poor guys' only real friend, though, so he could cut the kid some slack. The Grass stain had rejection issues. Cyborg listened to the Second message. Beast Boy sounded a bit nervous. "Hey listen, I'm really sorry but I probably can't make it to lunch. Sorry again."

Cyborg frowned. Beast Boy rarely ever turned down a chance to hang out and eat pizza, especially if he was the one who suggested it. Maybe there was more in the last message. He clicked on it, hoping it would clear up this mystery-

"Do not hang up. You're home has been selected for a random security-"

Cyborg deleted the automated message before it even finished. He frowned as he started his car and began to drive home. Something was wrong with the little grass stain that much was obvious. Today was a day for weirdness, wasn't it? After the thing in the Psyche ward, and Beast Boy… Another thought accrued to him. According to the phones internal clock, Beast Boy left his second message just a little after the Patients started talking. But how would Beast Boy know a Doctor? Eyes widening in shock, Cyborg nearly drove off the road. He just realized something blatantly obvious. Beast Boy and a Doctor… It was a long shot, but definitely worth following up. If anything, he could see why B.B had cut lunch. He turned the car around and drove towards the City. Beast Boys apartment should have the answers he needed.

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