~Sorry it's a little rushed and kinda short. I haven't been sleeping properly. I'm too busy watching Doctor Who and Sherlock to sleep~

Chapter 11

They each leaned in. They just got closer and closer. The tension before the kiss bristled. It was like that feeling right before you're about to jump into the pit. It was like that tension that comes right before the relief of the fall. It's something that resides with in almost every living being. The two got closer. They were so close to the kiss when suddenly the TARDIS began to rumble. It began to shake violently. The Doctor leapt up. He ran to the other side of the console and began pressing buttons and pulling levers.

"Charlotte, I need you to pull that green lever there. Now spin the second wheel to the right as far as it will go. Once you've done that, press the yellow button directly above the blue lever then press the red button below the lever you're holding," said the Doctor, quickly. Charlotte did as she was told. The Doctor continued to flip switches and press buttons. Soon the TARDIS had calmed down and they soon heard the familiar sound that indicated they were landing. The Doctor ran to the door and poked his head out. His eyes lit up as he ran back into the TARDIS.

"Doctor, where are we?" Charlotte asked. He grabbed Charlotte's hand. They paused for a moment, looking into each other's eyes. The Doctor broke the gaze by turning and pulling Charlotte out of the TARDIS behind him.

"Oh yes! Look at this! We're in the capital of Aquiota, in what I believe to be the year three billion. Look around you! We're basically in a giant bubble!" said the Doctor. He chuckled. "This is perhaps one of the greatest planets in the universe. This is the only society in the universe that lives underwater in a bubble. See those pipes?" he asked. Charlotte looked up and in the distance she could see several pipes running across the top of what she guessed was the bubble. They ran across the top and into a hole in the top of the bubble. She assumed it must run to the surface.

"They bring down air don't they?" Charlotte said.

"Yes they do! Isn't it genius? The whole planet is covered in pure water," said the Doctor. He had the look again. That one look could tell Charlotte how the Doctor felt about something. This particular look conveyed excitement and curiosity. "Come on," he said, "Let's go exploring!" They began walking down the street.

"Doctor, if the entire planet is covered in water then why don't they all just live in boats?" Charlotte asked.

"The air is too oxygen rich, so they bring the oxygen down here but they mix it with other elements like those you might find in the air on Earth, only much cleaner," the Doctor continued to ramble on about the wonders of the planet and the society and bubbles. Charlotte wasn't listening though. She couldn't stop thinking about what had almost happened earlier. She knew she had to have imagined it... Yet deep within her she knew she hadn't imagined it. She wished they hadn't been interrupted so that she could've seen how it would have played out. Oh well, she thought. They were in a beautiful underwater city. Perhaps if nothing happened, they could pick up where they left off. "-and that was when I realised that she wasn't a she after all. I suppose I should've known considering her name was Enrique," said the Doctor.

"What was that?" Charlotte asked.

"Oh, nothing," said the Doctor. She held his hand in hers and leaned her head on his shoulder as they walked. Soon they reached what appeared to be a museum of sorts. "Ah, this should give us a bit more information about our whereabouts." They walked in. The Doctor flashed his psychic paper at the man at the gate who let them through, no charge. They walked past huge sculptures and read the little blurbs about the different exhibits. They got chips for dinner and continued to walk around the museum. Soon they were almost the only ones in the museums. They sat in on a bench across from a painting of what appeared to be a mermaid with long black hair and a beautiful purple tail. Charlotte rested her head on the Doctor's shoulder. He put his head on hers and in that moment she was happy. She had her Doctor and felt at last that she was, well, Charlotte. Everything has it's time and everything has its end. That moment was to end too soon. All too soon they hear a scream come from somewhere within in the museum. The Doctor jumped up. "No, no, no! Every time!" he shouted. "C'mon Charlotte, let's go!"

"Doctor, what's wrong?" asked Charlotte.

"I don't know. Someone needs help like usual," said the Doctor.

"I mean with you? You're upset about something," said Charlotte.

"Oh, I'm just fine and dandy! Now let's go!" the Doctor said. "Charlotte, are you coming?"

"Not until you tell me what's wrong!" she said grabbing his arm.

"I take you, or in this case we end up in, these fantastic places, hoping to have a nice evening wandering around a museum but unfortunately somebody has to scream. Somebody has to yell. Something has to explode!" said the Doctor. He began pacing back and forth rapidly.

"Forget about the scream. It was probably nothing," said Charlotte. She stopped him and they hugged each other for a few moments. They began to pull away. The Doctor lifted Charlotte's chin and finally, finally, kissed her. The kiss seemed to last for what seemed like forever. When they finally broke, the Doctor held her a close as he could. An announcement came over the loud speakers, the museum will be closing in
five minutes.

"You're probably right," said the Doctor. "Want to take a look anyways?" He winked.

"Actually, Doctor, you go on ahead. I'm a bit tired. I'm going to go back to the TARDIS," said Charlotte.

"Alright," said the Doctor. He grabbed her hand and pulled her in for a quick second kiss. "Do you know your way back?" he asked.

"Yes. I have my mobile so if I need you I'll just call. Don't worry, Doctor," she said. She walked out of the museum and began walking down the street in the direction of the TARDIS. The Doctor watched her leave. He then started in the direction of the scream. When he reached the general location, he saw a young woman with almost white blonde hair.

"Miss?" he asked. "Are you the one who screamed?"

"Yes. I slipped. I'm alright now," she said. He could tell from her voice that she must be very young. He also happened to notice one ankle was rather swollen.

"Can you stand? Your ankle looks pretty bad," said the Doctor.

"No. I guess I'm not very okay after all," said the girl.

"Here, I'll help you get home," said the Doctor, "Where do you live?"

"Just down the street," the girl said, reluctantly accepting help from the strange man. He helped her stand and soon they were outside and soon at the young girl's house. They rang the doorbell and her mother came outside and brought her inside, thanking the Doctor.

"Happy to help, ma'am," he said. He began walking down the street looking at the different shops. He couldn't stop thinking of Charlotte. He decided to phone her to see if she made it back to the TARDIS alright. As he pulled out his phone it began to ring like she knew he would call. He answered the phone, "Charlotte! Glad you called, the scream was from a young girl who fell and twisted her ankle. She's home now, safe. How're you? Did you make it back alright?"

"Doctor, I need your help. These men grabbed me out of nowhere. I don't know where I am. It's so dark, Doctor. Help me!" screamed Charlotte.

"If you ever want to see your little girlfriend again, you'll bring me one million pounds within 48 hours. Don't try to pull any of that psychic paper crap either," said the voice on the other side of the phone. "What do you say, Doctor?