A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long to update my story. There was a death in my family and that is why it has taken me so long to continue writing any of my major stories. Hope you enjoy this chapter. Please R/R

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Chapter Eleven: Life in the Fast Lane

Martha stepped out of the TARDIS. She hoped Mr. Wilden would be alright. She didn't like the idea leaving a critically injured person on the TARDIS. He could bleed to death and she wouldn't be there to stop it. Yet, she needed to find the Doctor. If he wasn't here, then that meant more than likely he was in trouble. She only had two options, stay and watch over Mr. Wilden or go after the Doctor. Even though Mr. Wilden had told her to go, she had been debating on what she should do. She turned over the key and security card that Mr. Wilden had given to her. What if the Doctor couldn't get out? If he couldn't get out, then this security card might be the difference between life and death. As hard as it was to leave, she had to get to the Doctor. She pressed the button on the key. Hopefully it would do what Mr. Wilden had said it would do, and that was for it to bring the car to her.

She waited for a few minutes and suddenly a sleek looking hover car came up and Martha smiled, it didn't look a thing like those boxy looking things back on New New York. Of course that was over a million years ago, and she didn't expect things to stay exactly the same. This thing was built for speed; it looked like a sports car, even down to its red color. What was it with guys and sports cars? Her own dad had gotten a sports car as well, even though it was second hand. Obviously Mr. Wilden was going through a bit of a mid life crisis. However, he didn't seem like a guy who would have driven a sports car, but then again she had barely gotten to know him. Maybe the guy liked cars; maybe it was a gift from his jealous possessive lover. The possibilities were endless. Martha got into the car and said in a firm voice stated, "Take me to the menagerie."

The computer stated in a rather annoying female tone, "Which menagerie? There are over 45 menageries on Patmos VII. Each owned by very distinguished and wealthy owners. Please designate which one."

Martha let out a frustrated cry, Stupid computers. Even in the seventh billionth century, a computer could still annoy the hell out of you. "The menagerie, the one where Mr. Wilden works."

"Mr. Wilden is an accountant; he handles the affairs of several wealthy associates. He does not work at a menagerie."

Martha was exasperated she pounded on one of the consoles, "The Menagerie. The one owned by Ms. Lora Lai. Mr. Wilden works for her."

"Affirmative. Please do not pound my console; my console has been newly upgraded. Please strap yourself in, taking you to Ms. Lora Lai's menagerie."

The hover car took off and Martha felt slightly sick to her stomach as it went through traffic at a very high rate of speed. "Could you slow down a bit?"

"I can not comply. The speed variable is programmed by its owner. Mr. Charles Wilden prefers to travel at the maximum speed, which is allowed on Patmos VII"

"He's not here."

"Confirmed."

"Can't it be changed?"

"Negative. Preprogrammed destinations also include speed. Changing one affects the other."

"So you're saying that if I change the speed, then I have to reprogram my destination. Which means I have to actually know where I am going to do that?"

"Affirmative…"

Martha sighed; she only hoped she didn't get kill traveling like this. "What the bloody hell was Mr. Wilden thinking when he programmed the speed into this car?"

The computer responded, "Computer programmed driving is known to be the safest form of travel. My response time is quicker than human reflexes…"

The hover car came to a screeching halt. Martha felt her stomach almost come up as well. In front of her were several lanes of traffic. "What now?"

"It is gridlock, normally experienced during peak driving hours."

"Yea, Rush hour. I get it. How long will this take?"

"Unknown. Average time to destination with delays, one hour thirty five minutes"

Martha sighed. "At least that's a short amount of time…considering." She thought back being stuck on the motorway of New New York. The thought of being stuck in traffic for six years was unbearable, at least an hour and thirty five minutes wasn't too bad a delay. But part of her was worried, here she was stuck in traffic and the Doctor might be in trouble.

"Isn't there any alternate routes to the menagerie, you know short cuts? I am sure Mr. Wilden took a short cut every now and then. Considering that he likes to travel at an insane amount of speed."

"There are various short cuts, but only one of those routes has been programmed into my data banks."

Martha let out another frustrated cry and then quickly thinking she said, "Can you show me a map to my destination?"

"Affirmative…."

A big expansive map of the planet and its city appeared in front of Martha. "Let me see…Okay show me our route." The computer displayed the route that they were currently on and their destination. She pointed her finger at where they were at and traced it to their destination "Record the changes I make. If we could take this street here, then make a right and then another right and turn off at this intersection here. That would save us some time, wouldn't it?"

"Affirmative…"

Martha looked thoughtful, "Okay make a programming change. Follow the change of course that I have designated on the map. Change the…" She thought about changing the amount of speed used but then thought against it. At this moment in time, the quicker she got to the Doctor the better, "Never mind. Utilize the same speed that was programmed in earlier. How long will it now take us to get to the menagerie?"

"Estimated arrival time, forty five minutes."

"That's better. Okay. Do it…"

The hover car suddenly diverted off and began to make it's newly programmed detour.