A/N - *cries and begs for reviews*
The TARDIS doors swung open and the Doctor ran inside and jumped up to the console. Everything seemed to have returned to normal.
"Right then, sexy, I need to find Callum and Amy, and find out what happened here one hundred years ago. If you wouldn't mind linking me to Amelia's phone?"
With a wheezing groan, much like a sigh, the sound of a phone dialling could be heard from the monitor.
"Thank you, dear," the Doctor smiled, patting the console affectionately, and crossing over to the screen.
"Doctor?" Amy's voice called through it, breathlessly.
"Ah, you're alive then!" the Doctor cried, cheerfully. "Callum with you?"
"Yeah, I'm here," Callum panted.
"Excellent! Why are you both running?" the Doctor asked.
"We're being chased by two weird glass robot things! We found this weird room, full of blue goo, with all these people just sort of floating in it! And then they appeared!"
"I don't suppose they mentioned purification?" the Doctor asked, frowning at the monitor.
"They did actually! They seem pretty keen. As in the 'chase-you-through-the-city-shooting-at-you-trying-to-disintegrate-you' sort of keen!" Callum cried.
"Ah, well, maybe they're trying too hard," the Doctor replied. "Anyway, any idea whereabouts you are?"
"Doctor, we're in Hollywood! I've never been here in my life!" Amy shrieked.
"Oh, yeah, forgot to mention, we're not in real Hollywood. Well, we are... But not the Hollywood. We're in New Hollywood, the capital city of the planet Hollywood."
"Well, thanks for sharing with us, but is that going to contribute to helping us avoid getting disintegrated?" Amy cried.
"Ah, um, excellent point. Well, then, I better see if I can trace your mobile phone signal. Keep on the line."
"Whenever you're ready, Raggedy Man!" Amy shouted.
"I'm trying, I'm trying! Only so much a Time Lord can do!" the Doctor cried, jumping around the console frantically. "Oh, I think I've found you! Be right there!"
"You better be, Doctor! We're at a dead end," Callum replied.
The wall was too high to climb, and there was nothing to stand on, apart from an old dumpster, but even that wouldn't help them get high enough.
"Um, are we dead?" Callum asked, looking at Amy, worriedly.
"Nah, course not. The Doctor'll save us," Amy said, not even sure if she believed herself.
"Prepare for maximum purification, apologies for the inconvenience," the group of glass robots following them echoed as they shuffled their way towards them – gun barrels all pointed directly at them.
"Okay, maybe not," Amy cried, backing into the corner.
Suddenly, the sound of the TARDIS engines began to echo through the alley, and the blue box materialised in between Callum and Amy, and the group of robots. The Doctor stepped out and held up his hands.
"Now, now, before you try and... purify anyone else, I suggest you scan our technology – might not be too compatible with those circuits of yours," the Doctor smiled.
The robots stopped and all tilted their heads to the side in unison, and a ray of blue light emitted from their eye slits, followed by an electronic trilling noise.
"You two might want to move sometime soon," the Doctor hissed. Amy and Callum ran around the sides of the TARDIS and stood in the doorway with the Doctor.
"Apologies for the inconvenience, but the technology is compatible. Unregistered creatures are to be purified. The blue box is an unregistered living creature. Protocol dictates that it will be purified."
"Oh, and I don't suppose some pretty good shields would be of any use?"
"Planetary magnetic field cancels out protective barriers."
"Oh, probably should have looked into that," the Doctor mumbled.
"Prepare for purification." The gun barrels raised again.
"No, no, no, no, wait, you've made a mistake!" the Doctor protested, putting his hands up again. Amy and Callum took a step back into the console room.
"No mistake has been made on Medi-droid databanks. Situation illogical."
"I suggest you get down!" called a voice from the end of the alleyway. The Doctor, Callum and Amy jumped aside inside the TARDIS as several blasts of purple light blasted into the six robots. They fell to the ground, glass shattering as they collided.
Callum was the first to get back up on his feet, dusting himself down.
"Oh."
"Oh?" Amy asked as she stood up too, she turned to look at what Callum was gazing at, and stopped. "Oh."
"Oh, hello there!" the Doctor cried, cheerfully, standing up and walking out of the TARDIS towards the man who was wearing an octopus on his head. Or rather, he was a man, with an octopus for a head. He was wearing a khaki Indiana Jones-esque outfit, and had large, bulbous blue eyes.
"He looks a bit like Davy Jones from Pirates of the Carribean," Callum whispered to Amy.
"I was thinking the exact same thing!" she laughed.
"Thank you for the shooty gun thing," the Doctor was saying, shaking the octo-man's hand happily. "I'm the Doctor, and this is Callum and Amy."
"Ivor Wainwright, archaeologist and explorer. Pleased to make your acquaintance. I've been getting into a spot of bother with these Medi-droids myself," the octo-man said, his tentacles writhing as he spoke.
"Yeah, Medi-droids? Why have Medi-droids all over the City?" the Doctor wondered aloud.
"The City?" laughed Wainwright. "It's the whole planet! Haven't you heard the story?"
"The story?" Amy asked, frowning. The Doctor and Callum exchanged a look - Callum looking generally less weary than the Doctor.
"It's probably better if I show you the records. My ship is this way – I crashed here three days ago after being caught in the quarantine nexus," Wainwright said.
"Oh, then it wasn't a meteor shower!" the Doctor cried. "I don't suppose the quarantine nexus was cloaked as a meteor shower by any chance?"
"It was indeed," Wainwright replied. "Now come, I have a lifetime's supply of kronkburgers on my ship, and twilight is coming."
"Kronkburgers?" Callum said to Amy, as the Doctor and Wainwright started to walk off. Amy shut the TARDIS door and shrugged, before they ran to catch up with the other two.
Wainwright's ship reminded Callum of the kitchen in his dad's house. It was massive, sleek, and in a complete state. On the outside, it resembled a rather hideous house made of steel, with sparks flying here and there, and on the inside it was pretty much the same. Wires hung from the ceiling, there were cracks in the black marble walls, and a large Wainwright-sized water tank was bubbling away in the corner. Wainwright gestured to a couch shaped like a conch shell.
"I like the aquatic theme," the Doctor commented.
"Thank you, Doctor. I was told I had a flair for design. Although of course it was much better looking before I crashed," Wainwright said, crossing to a minibar and pouring a thick blue liquid into a cocktail glass. He swigged it back in one and turned to look at them all, as they gazed back at him. "Oh, I assume you're waiting for me to show you the records? Yes, yes, I do apologise. One does need to keep hydrated, y'know."
He walked over to a computer bank covered in seashell-like buttons and pressed several of them. He span a wheel beside the computer and a hologram of the planet came up.
"Planet Hollywood!" the Doctor beamed.
"Quite, quite," Wainwright said. "Computer, recent history please."
"One hundred years ago to this day, the planet Hollywood was put under quarantine by its government," a cool, female voice trilled from the computer. "The cause of this quarantine is still unknown. Population decrease: one hundred per cent."
"Oh, that's interesting! So your computer has all the records about the planet?"
"Indeed," Wainwright answered.
"Well, then," the Doctor said, rubbing his hands together gleefully, "I have a question for it. Computer, where is the main government building in this city? Town hall or otherwise?"
"Nearest official government building: 15 kliks north."
"Excellent! And nearest hospital still under operation?" the Doctor grinned. Amy and Callum looked at each other in confusion. The computer took a little longer to answer this time.
"Nearest operating hospital: 12 kliks west."
"Operating hospital?" Callum asked.
"But there's nobody above ground," Amy finished. "They're all stored in some weird tunnel in those alleyways!"
"Oh! Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" the Doctor cried, spinning around, before waving his hand dismissively. "Oh, in fact no, that's okay – not important. Yet."
"Yeah, sorry, bit distracted earlier. But anyway, if they're all underground, how can the hospitals still be operational?" Callum asked.
"Oh, of course!" Wainwright cried, his tentacles going on end at his exclamation. "The Medi-droids!"
"What about them?" Amy asked, confused.
"Oh..." Callum said, as realisation hit him. He spun around to face Amy. She looked back at him. The Doctor snapped his fingers and pointed at Callum, beaming.
"Oh, so – the Medi-droids are...?" Amy realised.
"Coming from the hospitals!" Callum finished for her, shocked.
"Right, well, now, we need to split up," the Doctor cried, interrupting the triumphant moment. "You two, are going to have to head to that hospital and see what you can do to stop the Medi-droids!"
"Wait, what?! Why? What are you doing?" Amy cried.
"Oh, me and Wainwright here are going to Town Hall!" the Doctor replied, happily. Wainwright turned to look at him with surprise clearly on his octo-face.
"And why can't we come with you?" Callum asked.
"Think about it, Callum, come on! If I find a way to free everyone and end the quarantine, then the Medi-droids will just take them and put them back down there again. I'm going to need you and Amy to find their main control source and stop them from starting up again! Go back to the TARDIS and get my old sonic screwdriver – it'll help. It's in the cupboard next to the fridge. One of the fridges at least."
"Oh, I suppose that's us going then. Whereabouts is this hospital again?"
"Once you get to the TARDIS, it'll be about 15 minutes away to your south."
"Right..." Amy said, hoping she sounded more confident than she felt.
"Right, come along, Wainwright! Town Hall!" the Doctor cried. Wainwright spluttered a protest, but the Doctor reached back, grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the door before he could say anything else.
Less than five minutes later, inside one of the TARDIS kitchens, Amy and Callum were searching through the cupboards and drawers.
"This isn't going as well as planned, is it?" Callum said.
"Nope," Amy replied, throwing a whisk away.
"Why does he keep it in the kitchen anyway?" Callum asked.
"I have... no idea. It's the Doctor – it's what he does," Amy laughed.
Callum lifted a strange combination between a spoon and a set of tongs with some strange shaped claws out of a drawer.
"Um, Amy... What's this?" he said, holding it up.
"Oh, you might want to put that down. The last time the Doctor used it it left a scorch mark on the ceiling for a fortnight."
Callum dropped it back into the drawer.
"Got it!" Amy said, triumphantly, lifting a strange silvery-grey rod with a blue tip out of a drawer.
"Well, then," Callum smiled, "it looks like it's visiting hour at Hollywood Hospital."
Meanwhile, the Doctor and Wainwright had just arrived at Town Hall. The Doctor sonicked the doors and they swung open widely. A Medi-droid stepped out and aimed its gun barrel arm at him.
"Wainwright!" the Doctor cried, taking a step back. The octo-man stepped forward and shot a single blast at the Medi-droid. It didn't stand a chance.
"We better be careful, Doctor," Wainwright said. "There could be more in here."
"That's alright, you have a shooty gun to stop the nasty robot's shooty guns!" the Doctor smiled, gleefully, striding up the stairs to the next floor. There was a lift at the top of the stairs and a small map next to it in a glass case.
"Seems that the Mayor's office is on the top floor," the Doctor said. He sonicked the elevator controls and the doors slid open. "Ugh, lifts are a terrible form of travel."
"I agree," Wainwright nodded. "I was once stuck in a lift for three hours. Dreadful experience!"
"I recently had a rather ugly incident with a lift shaft!" the Doctor said. "And some giant bees."
"You are an odd gentleman!" Wainwright chuckled, stepping into the lift. "You act as if this is normal behaviour! Is this what you do, Doctor? You and Callum and Amy?"
"Well, sometimes, y'know... Sometimes it just gets sprung on us really – and this is Callum's first trip. He's got a long way to go!" the Doctor replied, pushing the golden button on the lift control with the number '5' on it. The doors closed and the lift started to move.
"Don't we all, Doctor? Don't we all," Wainwright chuckled, good-naturedly.