Oh my God! I'm so sorry! I didn't notice the format was all weird :/ I had to repost this.

Thank you Ruby for noticing! I was in a hurry so I didn't have time to check like I usually do that everything's alright.

So embarrassing:(

Anyway, enjoy! And maybe read again? Ugh, I don't know. Sorry!

And then, I jumped.

The Doctor caught me like he said he would, and his touch set me on fire.

He held me by the waist as my feet dangled in the air. For once, we were the same height, face-to-face, noses millimeters from each other and our eyes closer than ever before.

He slowly set me down, my body sliding down his. I shuddered in delight, and wished more than ever for the Doctor to be easier to read. That man was an enigma, one that hid his thoughts and feelings expertly behind walls. Right this moment his face was unreadable.

The small moment was broken. We broke apart, coughing as we inhaled the fumes. He crouched down, using his screwdriver to unlock the car's hatch. He helped me in first, before sliding down behind me.

"Capsule open," The computer announced.

A man, incredibly pale and bald, entirely dressed in white clothing, stared at us. His jaw had dropped, and he stared at us suspiciously.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked, bewildered.

"Sorry, Motorway Foot Patrol," The Doctor gasped, trying to inhale the clean air.

"Both of you?" he asked.

I linked my hand through the Doctor's. "Nah. I'm just his partner. Don't want him getting lonely on the road." I winked, squeezing the Doctor's hand.

The Doctor shot me a wide-eyed look. "Um, yeah. We're, uh, we're doing a survey. How are you enjoying your motorway?"

"Well," The man sighed. "Not very much. Junction Five's been closed for three years."

The Doctor freed his hand from mine, and crouched to open the floor hatch. "Thank you. Your comments have been noted. Have a nice day!"

He dropped down, and then held his hands up to me to repeat the process. This time, however, he tried to hold me up the least time possible, almost letting me drop.

We entered the new car through the hatch.

"Capsule open," The computer repeated.

Two young Asian women sat inside, staring at us.

"Hello, just passing through." The Doctor grinned.

I made a face. "Sorry."

"Hey, do you mind if we borrow these?" The Doctor held up two purple headscarves. He handed one to me before placing his over his nose and mouth and tying it behind. I copied his actions.

"Not really my color," He continued. "But thank you very much."

Then we dropped again.

This time, I made sure to stumble down, making him having to catch me, holding me closer like the first time.

He scowled. "I know what you're doing."

I grinned under my scarf.

He must've noticed the smile in my eyes because he simply rolled his eyes good naturedly before opening the next hatch.

"Capsule open."

A man and a woman turned on their seats.

"Oooh! Don't mind us!" The Doctor quickly said, trying to shield my eyes with his hand.

I ducked, trying to see. I quickly found out that the Attraction Patch wasn't particular to the Doctor.

"Well, lookie here," I said, grinning at the two nudists.

"Nope! No looking!" The Doctor exclaimed before grabbing me by the waist and yet again falling to the next level.

"Jealous, Doctor?" I asked, as I watched him open the next hatch.

I could only see his eyes, but I knew, I just knew, he was blushing.

"No."

I winked at him. "Sure."

We entered the next car.

"Capsule open."

The man that turned around on his chair sent my senses into haywire.

This man was perfection. Gold strands framed his face. Stark cheekbones and a defined jaw. Startling green eyes. And a perfectly nice, shirtless, body.

I smiled at him, lowering the headscarf until it hung around my neck.

"Hello," I purred.

A smile inched up his perfect face. "Hello."

"Goodbye!" The Doctor interrupted before using his sonic screwdriver.

It didn't work.

"Why isn't it working?" The Doctor growled, lowering the headscarf until his frown was visible.

"This is a newer model," Adonis explained, though his eyes didn't leave mine. "It can only be opened by the pilot."

"Then open it!"

"No, I'd rather she stay." He grinned.

I smiled slowly. "I agree."

I started approaching him. The Doctor stopped me, though, grabbing me by the waist and positioning me so his chest blocked my view of the Greek god.

My eyes widened in surprise and satisfaction as both his arms slid around my midriff, our chests pressed together, and he ducked, mouth brushing my ear as he spoke.

"Tell him to open the hatch," he breathed. My eyes almost rolled back in pleasure. "Then we can leave. Both of us. Just the both of us."

"That's not fair," I gasped. "You're playing me."

"Please?"

And then, he kissed the spot just beneath my ear.

Kissed. It.

And it was sexy as hell.

I pushed the Doctor away, panting.

"Ugh. I can't even get angry with you," I said, staring at him wide-eyed, trying to resist the urge to blush.

I fought to get my senses back in control, but the only thing I found I wanted was for the Doctor to kiss me again. His eyes were dark from the low lighting, and his face unreadable, and I fought really, really, hard to stop myself from throwing myself at him.

I glanced at the handsome man, who didn't look nearly as appealing as before. He was staring at us, eyebrows arched.

"Open it, please?" I smiled at him winningly.

"Whatever."

He opened it, and the Doctor and I dropped down again. I sighed as his hands caught me.

"I'm conflicted," I told him as I waited for him to open the hatch. "I feel like I should really be angry at you right now." I sighed. "But I just want you to do that again."

He glanced at me quickly, a red tint in his cheeks. "That's the patch talking."

Then he dropped inside the car.

"I hope so," I whispered, following him.

"Capsule open."

A man in a bowler hat and a pinstripe suit stared at us.

"Excuse me, is that legal?" he asked in a posh accent.

"Sorry." The Doctor said. "Motorway Foot Patrol." He started coughing. "Whatever. Have you got any water?"

"Certainly. Never let it be said I've lost my manners." He said, as he served water in a paper cup. "You want some too?" He asked me.

I smiled in gratitude. "Please."

The Doctor and I drank our waters quickly, though I suspected I was parched for another reason entirely.

"Is this the last layer?" The Time Lord asked.

"We're right at the bottom. Nothing below us but the fast lane."

"Can we drive down?"

"Of course not. Haven't you heard the sounds?"

The Doctor shrugged it off, though my interest was claimed.

"What do you mean, sounds?"

"Haven't you heard them?" The man asked. "They are loud and- wait. You can't jump! It's a thousand feet down."

The Doctor had the floor hatch open, and he peered outside.

"No, I just want to look." He muttered, but was interrupted by a loud, roaring growl. "What's that noise?"

The man with the bowler hat shook his head, glancing towards me. "I try not to think about it."

The Doctor squinted as he looked into the depths. "What are those lights? What's down there? I just need to see."

He rushed over to the controls in the car, using his sonic screwdriver.

"There must be some sort of ventilation," he muttered. "If I could just transmit a pulse through this thing, maybe I could trip the system, give us a bit of a breeze."

He dismantled the dashboard until only cables remained. The man simply watched, not knowing what to do. I could relate, knowing how difficult it was to deny anything to the Doctor.

I sighed.

"That's it!" The Doctor exclaimed. "Might shift the fumes a bit, give us a good look."

The three of us leaned over the hatch, looking down. We could only see shapes and the occasional claw snapping through the air.

"What are those shapes?" The man asked.

"They're alive." The Doctor muttered.

"Doctor," I muttered. "Are those what I think they are?" I asked.

"What the hell are they?"

"Macra," The Doctor and I said at the same time.

"They used to be the scourge of this galaxy." The Doctor explained. "Gas. They fed off gas, the filthier the better. They built up a small empire using humans as slaves and mining gas for food."

"They don't exactly look like empire builders to me."

"Well, that was billions of years ago. Billions. They must have devolved down the years. Now they're just beasts. But they're still hungry and our friend's down there."

We froze as we heard a clang on the roof.

"Oh, it's like New Times Square in here, for goodness's sake!" Bowler hat exclaimed.

A cat-like woman dropped in, dressed as a nun.

The Doctor shrugged. "I've invented a sport."

"Doctor," she gasped. "You're a hard man to find."

"No guns!" Bowler hat cried, pointing at her gun. "I'm not having guns."

"I only brought this in case of pirates," she reasoned. "Doctor' you've got to come with me."

The Doctor burrowed his brow. "Do I know you?"

"You haven't aged at all. Time has been less kind to me."

The Doctor's eyes widened in realization as he suddenly took her by the shoulders. "Novice Hame! No, hold on, get off." He stepped away. "Last time we met, you were breeding humans for experimentation."

I raised my eyebrows in bemusement. "Oh, Doctor. The people you meet."

"I've sought forgiveness, Doctor, for so many years, under his guidance. And if you come with me, I might finally be able to redeem myself."

The Doctor shook his head. "I'm not going anywhere. You've got Macra living underneath this city. Macra! And if my friend's still alive, she's stuck down there."

"No," Novice Hame insisted. "You've got to come with me right now."

"No, no, no, you're coming with us."

"I'm sorry, Doctor. But the situation is even worse than you can imagine."

Then she took his arm by the wrist, pulling him over to her.

"Transport," She commanded.

"Don't you dare! Don't you dare!"

I wasn't sure what was happening, but something was clear- the Doctor wasn't leaving me behind.

I threw myself forward and just as my hand clenched around his arm, we transported.

The landing should have been rough.

It wasn't.

And I felt my body sing.

The Doctor was coughing beneath me, and I watched, amused, as he tried to make sense of his surroundings.

"Why, Doctor," I couldn't help tease. "I never pegged you for being one of those who like it better on the bottom."

His eyes met mine as his widened, the spectacular blush once again decorating his cheeks.

"What? No, no, no. Get off. Please," He said, squirming.

I kissed the spot on his jaw, and he stilled immediately.

"What?" His voice was even higher than before. "No. Stop that."

"Just returning the favor."

I felt his weight shift, and suddenly we rolled until he was on top.

I smirked. "That's more like it."

But his weight disappeared as he got up, brushing himself off and looking away. "Novice Hame!" he called, and continued once he found her. "You can go straight back down and teleport people out, starting with Martha."

"I only had the power for one trip."

"Then get some more! Where are we?"

I took the opportunity to look around once I'd stood up. The floor was a mess, full of dust and rubbish. The walls looked like they were ready to fall down at any minute. I wandered around, trying to see through the darkness.

"High above, in the over-city." Novice Hame explained.

I bumped into a wall, and I looked up, seeing something suspiciously close to the spectator seats you found around the sports games all around the galaxy.

"Good. Because you can tell the Senate of New New York I'd like a word. They have got thousands of people trapped on the motorway. Millions!"

I took some steps back, and squinted through the darkness. "Umm, Doctor?" I said, realizing those were not stadium seats.

"But you're inside the Senate, right now!" Novice Hame exclaimed. "May the goddess Santori bless them."

The she did something, turning the lights on. It was just as I suspected. Rows and rows of seats stood before me, and each occupied by a single skeleton. The Senate.

"They died, Doctor." She said tearfully. "The city died."

"How long's it been like this?" He asked, softly.

"Twenty-four years."

"All of them? Everyone? What happened?"

Kylie.

I snapped to attention, wildly looking around. Someone had called my name.

Kylie. He said, and it was a he, and it almost seemed like he was laughing. Come here.

I followed his instructions, trying to find the mental voice's source, as strange as that sounded. I turned a corner, and came face to face with a huge water talk, empty, with a strange creature inside.

It was just a head, a brownish-red, old and huge. The expression on his face was completely human-like, complete with sparkling eyes and a small, old smile.

"Umm, who are you?" I asked.

Something resembling a chuckle echoed in my head. Some call me the Face of Boe.

"Some? What else do they call you?" I asked, curiously.

You'll find out soon enough.

I frowned. "Okay then. Um, what do you want?

To talk, mostly. Then he paused. I haven't seen you in a long time.

"You know me?"

Your future, my past, he explained. Then his eyes shifted behind me. Doctor.

"The Face of Boe!" The Doctor exclaimed.

The Face of Boe sounded pleased. I knew you two would come.

"Back in the old days," Novice Hame clarified. "I was made his nurse as penance for my sin."

The Doctor approached the glass. "Old friend, what happened to you?"

Failing, was his one-word explanation.

"He protected me from the virus by shrouding me in his smoke," The Novice said. "But with no one to maintain it, the City's power died. The under-city would have fallen into the sea."

"So he saved them," I muttered, looking at the creature in admiration.

"The Face of Be wired himself into the mainframe. He's giving his life force just to keep things running."

The Doctor turned to look at her. "But there are planets out there. You could have called for help."

"The last act of the Senate was to declare New Earth unsafe. The automatic quarantine lasts for one hundred years."

"So the two of you stayed here," The Doctor said, almost pityingly. "On your own, for all these years."

"We had no choice."

He placed a hand on Novice Hame's shoulder, and his eyes were soft. "Yes you did."

Save them, Doctor. Save them.