A/N - Hihi, here's Episode Two: The Stricken Stars - featuring Callum's first proper trip into space, and some killer robots! And here's the part where I reply to reviews and stuff :)

Canned It 2011-2012: I can neither confirm nor deny that Callum will run into the Daleks at some point - they have a bad habit of popping up where they're least expected, hehe :') As for your question about the plot line concerning Callum - well, I can't really go into that without spoiling the rest of the series, so I hope you keep reading :)

The10thDoctorRocks: Thank you for reviewing again, haha, I love writing for 11 and Amy - they just have such a good bond :)

And now onto the story! I should probably mention that I don't legally own any part of Doctor Who (if only).

The room shook violently and the Doctor cried out as the console sparked and he was sent flying backwards. Amy and Callum were chucked to the other side of the console, and Callum fell back on the staircase.

"What's happening?" cried Callum as the console started to spark more violently, and a dull boom could be heard from outside.

"We've sort of navigated into a spot of bad weather," the Doctor shouted over the sounds of the TARDIS and the booming from outside.

"A spot of bad weather?!" yelled Amy over the ruckus. "Have you landed us into a meteor shower?"

The Doctor replied with a mumble that sounded a lot like, "Possibly."

"I'm going to kill you!" she warned, as the room shook wildly again.

"Not if the engines don't kill us all first," the Doctor shouted in reply, skipping around the console and trying desperately to steer, tugging on the blue levers and punching at the "ketchup" and "mustard" buttons. "There we go!"

The glass pillar at the centre of the console began to speed up, faster and faster, and the engines wheezed. Amy grabbed the screen and tried to see what was going on outside. Callum ran round the console to join her.

"No way!"

On the screen, they could see everything flying past them incredibly fast, right through large rocks and glowing space chunks.

"That's amazing!" Callum laughed, excitedly.

"True! Deadly - but amazing!" the Doctor laughed, joining in behind them. He looked at the screen. "I'm a bit too far to the left, I think."

He jumped round to the other side of the console and flicked several switches.

"Okay, that's obviously not worked... Good news and bad news, you two," he cried.

"Good news?" Amy asked.

"We're going to survive!" the Doctor replied, cheerily.

"And the bad news?" Callum asked. As if in answer, a large boom came from outside, and the console flared into a burst of sparks and fire.

"We're going to crash," the Doctor replied, the smile dropping from his face. "Hold on tight, you two! Geronimo!"

A little over five minutes later, the doors opened and the three travellers stepped out of the battered little blue box, coughing and spluttering. The Doctor shut the door behind him and patted the blue box affectionately.

"There, there, old girl – you'll be fine," he murmured to the TARDIS soothingly before crossing over to the edge of the hill where Callum and Amy were taking in the view.

"Where are we?" Callum asked, looking down at the city below them. The Doctor was facing the opposite direction, looking up.

"I could hazard a guess..." he said.

"Go on?" Amy said, turning around to see what it was he was looking at. "Oh..."

"Yup... In this situation I think 'oh' is a bit of an understatement..." the Doctor replied.

"What are you two talking abo- oh..." Callum had turned around to see what they were looking at.

The TARDIS had landed right next to a huge, rusty letter 'H'.

"You mean we're in...?"

"No way!"

"Yes! Callum. Amy. Welcome to Hollywood!" the Doctor cried with glee.

Walking down into the actual city, Callum's first observation was that Hollywood was a ghost town. Not a single person in sight. And by the looks of things, it had been like that for some time. Weeds grew in the sidewalks; paint was peeling; metal was rusting.

"This is incredibly, very wrong," the Doctor said, taking the sonic screwdriver from his pocket and buzzing around with it. "It's 5120, Hollywood's greatest age! With 7D installed in holo-cinemas, contact lens films, film fogs! Really, if anything, this is supposed to be when Hollywood is known across the Universe. The timelines must be wrong. I don't like this at all."

"Hollywood? 5120? I'm in Hollywood in 5120. That's just... incredible!" Callum beamed. "I mean, granted, it's not supposed to look like this, and that it's a really creepy ghost town, but y'know..."

"Oh, seriously, if you think this is weird, you should have seen where he took me the first time! Giant spaceship called Starship UK. Although apparently, Scotland got their own ship," Amy told him.

"Good on us!" he replied, laughing.

"You're both so... Scottish!" the Doctor sighed, exasperatedly. "Hush a second, you two, I'm concentrating." He gazed at the tip of the sonic screwdriver. It was glowing and then fading repeatedly. Suddenly, it bleeped loudly and the Doctor found himself spinning on the spot.

"What's it doing?" Amy asked, looking a little confused.

"It's detected a power source nearby, it's hooking onto it. And apparently, it's this way!" He started running, holding the sonic screwdriver in front of him like a wand. Amy and Callum chased after him.

They navigated through a system of alleyways before finally coming to a brick alley, where large trashcans had been tipped over. At the end of the alley was a large steel door, like a door in a bank vault. The Doctor licked the door, experimentally, and - as if satisfied with what he had discovered - gave the door a quick sonic. There was a hiss, and a jet of steam as the door opened out the way. The Doctor took a step forward.

"Hello? Is anyone in there?" he called.

Silence.

"Hello?"

Still no reply.

"Right, well, my friends and I are just going to come in and have a look around, so don't mind us!" He turned to look at Callum and Amy, but couldn't see them anywhere.

"Oh... just me then," he called back into the doorway.

"Sensors. Indicate. No threat," croaked a tinny voice from inside.

"Of course not!" the Doctor replied, wrinkling his nose. "So I suppose there is someone in there, then?"

"Assumption. Correct," the voice croaked again, and the owner of the voice stepped out of the doorway and into the alleyway, its features illuminated by the afternoon sun.

"Oh, you're beautiful!" the Doctor laughed, taking a step towards the glass robot.

Meanwhile, Callum and Amy had managed to get themselves lost in the maze of alleys, when following the Doctor.

"Reckon we should try and head back?" Amy suggested.

"Sounds like a good idea," Callum agreed. Doubling back, they found themselves in a completely different alley to the one they'd walked down only moments before.

"Okay, that's weird – I could swear we just walked down that way," Amy said.

"Should we go this way then?" Callum asked, pointing to a path on their left. The entrance of a tunnel was at the top.

"No, we didn't come through a tunnel," Amy replied. "Try right?" Callum nodded and they both began to walk up the path on their right before coming to a dead end.

"Okay, that's weird..."

"What would the Doctor want us to do?" Callum asked.

"Oh, he'd definitely want us to stay right here and wait for him," Amy replied, the beginnings of a smile playing on her lips.

"Well then, I suppose we better go check out that tunnel," Callum grinned, running down the alley with Amy right behind him.

"You're learning!" she laughed as they reached the mouth of the tunnel.

"So how long have you been hiding down here?" the Doctor asked the robot.

"Mileometer. Indicates. Since. The. Day of. August 3rd 5020."

"One hundred years?"

"Precisely. One Hundred. Years. Today."

"So, today's the 3rd of August?" the Doctor asked, incredulously.

"Correct."

"Oh, I really don't like this... Coincidences usually mean bad things when I'm around. But wait, if Hollywood's a ghost town, where did they all go? Where is everyone? Why hasn't the rest of America done something about it?"

"I am. Afraid I. Do not know. Of this America. You. Speak of. Excuse me. While I. Access my data. Files. Accessing. America: a continent. Of the. Planet. Earth. File damaged."

"So wait, this isn't the Hollywood? The Hollywood on Earth?"

"Correct. This is New Hollywood. Capital. City of the. Planet Hollywood. Named after. The Earth city. Most famous for. Film."

"Ah, makes sense, of course. Name a filmy city after a filmy city. As you do. Well, apparently you do. But anyway, what happened 100 years ago?"

"Memory Banks. Still recovering. Please. Be patient."

"Here, let me fix you," the Doctor said, taking out his sonic screwdriver. "Won't take a minute!"

The tunnel had became stairs, which kept going down and down and down. Strips of fluorescent blue were their only source of light.

"How much deeper do you think we're gonna go?" Callum asked.

"Until we find somewhere, I suppose. I wonder where the Doctor's disappeared to..." Amy replied. They kept walking in silence for a few more minutes until.

"Oh!"

"Oh?"

"Yeah, look, I think I see the bottom of the stairs," Callum said, pointing just a little further downwards.

"You might be right! Come on!" Amy cried, running down the last few stairs. Callum followed suit and was pleased to see that he was right. He wasn't as pleased as to what was in front of them however.

"Are they... people?" he whispered to Amy.

"I think so," she nodded.

They were standing on a balcony that went around the sides of a large circular room that seemed to go up and down forever. In the walls, were what seemed to be glass doors, in which people were suspended in some strange blue substance. They were all different – wearing different clothes. Some of them looked like they were in work uniforms, others were kids in school uniforms, people in normal clothing. Even one guy dressed as a clown, Callum noted as a shiver ran down his spine. He'd always had a fear of clowns.

Suddenly, the silence in the chamber was interrupted by a low hissing and a large door opened. Callum and Amy turned to see what was happening, just in time to narrowly avoid a blast of blue light. They looked up to see two strange robots, made of what appeared to be glass, advancing towards them, with what seemed to be a sort of gun barrel instead of a right hand. They had a red slit which Amy assumed acted as some sort of eye. Their mouths were like old-fashioned intercom speakers.

"Oh, robots..." Callum squeaked.

"You have brought unknown genetic material into this chamber. Prepare for purification!" one of the robots said.

"No thanks, pal," Amy cried, grabbing Callum's arm and dragging him out of the way of another blast of blue light. "Quick, back to the stairs!"

They ran, ducking blasts of blue light as the glass robots continued their pursuit.

"I'm not enjoying this, you know," Callum panted.

"You get used to it, don't worry," Amy replied.

They came to the bottom of the stairs and began to run up them two steps at a time. Just a few seconds later, the robots appeared at the bottom of the stairs and started to climb them slowly, blasting their blue light every few seconds.

"I really don't like this," Callum cried, as a blast of blue light flew over his head.

"Well yeah, I told a bit of a lie – you don't really get used to it!" Amy replied. "Good exercise though!"

"Systems functioning at one hundred percent efficiency. Thank you, Doctor."

"Very welcome! Now, what happened here 100 years ago?"

"Memory banks do not recall past events taking place, although a certain event taking place has been acknowledged. I apologise for the inconvenience."

"What? So, you know that something happened but you don't know what?"

"Correct."

"Well then," the Doctor said, rolling his eyes as he stood up, "we better go find Callum and Amy and I can see about getting us out of here. Oh, are you alright?"

The robot had began to twitch erratically. It stopped and tilted its head to the side.

"Primary functions rebooting. You will be purified." The robot stood up and lifted its right arm to reveal a strange sort of gun barrel.

"Oh," the Doctor said, glancing at it worriedly. "And what does that involve?"

"As you are not part of this planet's population, protocol dictates that you are to be purified through disintegration."

"Ah. I had a feeling it would be something like that... Well, I should warn you now," he said, holding his sonic screwdriver up. "I'm armed."

"Your sonic device poses no threat to internal systems," the robot said, its robotic voice taking on a more malevolent tone.

"Oh, who said anything about internal systems?" the Doctor retorted, and pointed the screwdriver at the robot. As soon as he pushed down on the button, there was a shrill whining and the head of the glass man shook and it toppled to the ground.

"Return for purification, Doctor," screamed the headless robot, as the Time Lord in question disappeared back into the maze of alleyways.

"If you'll excuse me, I'd rather not," he yelled back.