Here you go! Reviews would be nice, and if it wasn't obvious before, I don't own Doctor Who or affiliated products, characters, etc. I do own Zuri and all original plot.

Zuri appeared in some small back room in the TARDIS, and it took a good thirty minutes to find the console room.

The TARDIS kept redirecting her, determined to show her all the major rooms. Kitchen, Library, Theatre, et Cetra.

But eventually, she made it, to find that she had landed with the Eleventh Doctor.

"Zuri! Jump number?"

"Three. What are you up to?"

He flew around the console to give her a hug. "I was about to fetch the Pond's. I thought we'd go to Rio, Amy's been asking."

"Right." Zuri grinned. "Before Rio, I demand food. We were about to get chips when I popped off, and I need my grease."

"Before or after collecting Pond's?"

"After, but let's be quick. Actually I haven't met them yet, or this you technically."

"Well then," He bowed and offered his hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Yeah, you too. Food!" She giggled before reminding him of her hunger.

"Yes. But first, to the Pond's!" He flew about the console, pressing buttons, pulling levers, and flipping switches in disorganized chaos.

Zuri wondered if he was actually doing anything, or if it was all show and the TARDIS did all the work. Her question was answered by the exasperated hum the TARDIS let out, before there was a faint pressure on her mind.

She hesitantly reached for it, still getting the hang of her mental control. She felt a warmth and intense pressure as the TARDIS fed information directly into her mind. "Woah."

"You alright?" The Doctor asked.

"Yeah, Sexy here just decided to download some info."

"Right then. Pond's. Food."

The Doctor landed in the Pond's backyard.

Zuri flew out the TARDIS door and knocked aggressively.

When the pair opened the door, Zuri barely gave them a moment to register her face before announcing, "Hello, Pond's. It is I, Zuri. Get in, we're going to space McDonald's."

"Hi. Whoa!"

Zuri tugged on Amy's arm, nearly dragging her into the TARDIS. She winced as the skin of her hands tugged.

"Zuri," Rory asked. "What happened to your hands?"

"Oh yeah. Burned them." She shrugged.

"Zuri!" The Doctor demanded, "Why didn't you say something? Where were you?"

"I told you, jump three. Platform One."

"Ah, Cassandra and the tree people. Yes. Right then, Rory, fix her up while I get us to food."

"Right. This way."

Rory led her down the TARDIS corridors, stopping before a door with a green crescent moon at eye level. He rummaged through a drawer, pulled out a tube of some space cream, and slathered it on her palms. "Now that'll speed up the healing, but be careful for a few days." He put bandages over the top and they headed back to the console.

"All better Doc!" Zuri bounced down the hall. "Are we there yet? McDonald's, McDonald's, McDonald's, McDonald's!"

The Doctor laughed as he threw the lever. The TARDIS flew violently through time and space, before coming to rest with a thump.

Zuri flew to the doors, throwing them open. She stepped out into a glass-domed space station.

There was a flat floor, and it was also glass. Beneath them, as much as it could be with space being directionless, was a massive pink and green swirling gas cloud. Above them was a planet, mostly green with a massive desert at the equator. A storm was circling near the south pole.

She drew in a deep breath, in awe of the beauty of space, and then she turned to the glowing, floating menu. "Do they still have the McChicken this far in the future? How far are we?"

The Doctor laughed. "Yes, and about seven thousand years in the future."

"Great. I want a McChicken. Or three."

"Three? I could maybe manage two if I'm starved." Amy gaped.

"Three's not that bad. If she asks for six, we're in trouble. That means it's been way too long, and she will eat us soon if she doesn't eat fast." The Doctor commented.

Zuri nodded. "Food."

The Doctor jogged up to the counter and ordered. He quickly returned, handing out orders to each of them. "Three McChickens for Zuri, a McDouble for Amy, a Quarter pounder with cheese and extra onions for Rory, and I'll eat the extra fries. But rather than eat here in the food court, I thought we could go to the planet. Bortua."

Zuri nodded enthusiastically, although she was well into her first sandwich. "Shwr. Ownds ood." She mumbled around a bite.

So the four of them piled back into the TARDIS and set off, oblivious to the alien pointing a recorder their way.

Bit of an intro to the next adventure. I'm working on a original chapter. Who's excited?