A/N - Hihi, please no-one kill me but I've decided to take a slightly different angle on the series, as you may have noticed from the new title! I'm doing a Moffat and splitting the series into two parts! It's because there's going to be a little time-skip after Episode Four. Episode Five onwards will take place in the time the Doctor was on his "farewell tour" during Series 6 - so yup, no more Amy after that - sorry :(
Buuuut, I will introduce another new, new companion, who I might as well tell you shall be one of Callum's friends from Episode One!
I accidentally deleted my e-mails so I'm not sure if I had reviews/questions, but aye, if you have any feel free to leave them!
Amy and Callum - armed with the Doctor's old sonic screwdriver - were making their way down the interplanetary Hollywood Boulevard, inspecting the footprints of different alien and human film stars in the cracked concrete as they walked.
"How far d'you reckon we've got left?" Callum asked.
"I'd say not much longer. We've only been walking for a few minutes. Hopefully there's roadsigns or something," Amy replied. "Oh, quick, hide!"
They ducked into an alleyway in between two shops, as several Medi-droids marched past ominously.
"Reckon we're safe?" Callum breathed, a minute or so later.
"Yeah, I think so," Amy replied, smiling and standing up. "Let's get a move on!"
"Running?" Callum grinned. Amy's smile got wider.
"Oh, definitely!" she replied.
"There is nothing here!" the Doctor cried, throwing some papers over his head. He'd completely ransacked the filing cabinets and sheets of paper were lying across the floor.
Wainwright wasn't having much success either. His tentacles were hung limply in frustration.
"This is useless!" he cried, stepping away from the desk he had been sitting at. "There must be some record somewhere!"
The Doctor suddenly jumped up, holding a strange cube in his hand.
"Oh, you've found a PC! How quaint," Wainwright smiled.
"A PC?" the Doctor asked, confused.
"Oh yes, a Personal Cube? Before your time of course – they went out of commission about..."
"One hundred years ago?" the Doctor finished, a smile playing on his lips. Wainwright nodded. "What are they for?"
"Oh, they're basically information receptacles," Wainwright started, but was interrupted as the Doctor bounced past him, gleefully, and placed the cube onto a square-shaped slot in the desk. He pointed the sonic screwdriver at it and buzzed it, and with an oscillating drone, the cube emitted a blue vertical screen displaying random numbers and symbols.
"Any good with these things?" the Doctor asked Wainwright. Wainwright shrugged.
"I used them once or twice back in the University I give Archaeology lectures at," Wainwright replied. "I'll give it a shot."
"Good, good! I'll see if I can find a way of getting in touch with Callum and Pond!" the Doctor smiled. "Shout me if you get it working – you're looking for records from one hundred years ago, remember."
"Righto!" Wainwright replied, cheerfully, sitting down at the desk and putting his hands on the cube. It glowed beneath his touch.
The hospital was a large white steel and glass building, about fifteen storeys high. Amy and Callum had managed to get to the car park without running into any more Medi-droids, but now they were posed with a bigger problem. In the car park, several cars were still there – all reduced to scrap and burnt metal.
The cars weren't the problem - the Medi-droids tearing them apart were.
"I'm guessing they need them for spare parts," Callum whispered, as they both crouched behind one of the benches in the hospital grounds. Amy nodded her agreement.
"How are we gonna get past them?" she whispered back. Callum looked around. The hospital doors were open, but there was bound to be too many Medi-droids in there. He looked down the side of the building. The ambulance bay – and the shutters were slightly ajar.
"If we can get into the ambulance bay, I think we should be able to get inside from there," Callum whispered. Amy pointed the sonic screwdriver at the hospital doors.
"Hopefully this distracts them," she said, pushing down on the button. The sonic screwdriver buzzed and the glass in the nearest door and window panes shattered, drawing the attention of the Medi-droids in the car park.
"Come on!" Callum hissed, grabbing Amy's arm and dragging her across the car park. He grabbed the sonic screwdriver and pointed it at one of the lamp posts in the car park, and with another shattering of glass, the shards fell to the ground. He waited until Amy had got under the shutter before ducking under after her.
Inside the ambulance bay, there was nothing of particular interest besides a door that no doubt led into the main hospital.
"We're going to have to be really careful," Amy whispered. "I think it's safe to say they'll have noticed something's going on."
"I have to say, I only met you and the Doctor this afternoon, sort of, and I feel like I've been doing this for weeks," Callum smiled.
"You're definitely taking it a lot better than I did. Although to be fair, I was in my nightie. And covered in whale sick," Amy replied, walking over to the door and turning the handle. She turned round to see Callum looking at her with a mixture of amusement and disgust on his face. She laughed. "Oh, shut up!"
Callum raised an eyebrow and smiled, before following her through the doorway.
They found themselves in a very long, empty corridor, with peeling walls and torn linoleum flooring.
"Okay, what do we do now?" he murmured, so as to keep his voice quiet.
"I'm actually not sure... Where would you hide a big transmitter-y thing in a hospital?" Amy replied.
"Either the basement or the roof?" Callum suggested, passing the sonic screwdriver from hand to hand.
"Good idea," Amy said, looking at an old map on the wall. A fluorescent light was flickering above it. "Want to take one each? And then we can phone if we find anything?"
"Will my phone work here?" Callum laughed, pulling a Blackberry from his pocket. "There's no signal."
"Oh, give it here! The Doctor done something with my phone a while back. It lets me call anywhere in the Universe."
"I don't suppose it comes on contract?" Callum joked, handing his mobile to her.
"If only," replied Amy, taking the back of the casing off and holding the screwdriver up to it. It seemed to know what it was doing, and several seconds later, the phone reset itself and displayed a screen with the words 'Universal Roaming Enabled' on it. "There we go!"
"Aha, that's pretty cool!" Callum smiled, admiring his upgraded phone. "Cheers!"
"Right, number?" Amy asked, taking her phone out of her jacket pocket. Callum recited it to her, and she dialled. Sure enough, Amy's number came up on Callum's phone and he answered.
"Hullo," he said, his voice echoing through Amy's phone. Amy smiled and flipped her phone shut.
"Right, basement or roof?" she said.
"Well, the basement's the closest, but it's also probably the most boring – so I'll go for the roof," Callum grinned.
"Oh, you're good at this," Amy smiled.
The Doctor had searched the whole building trying to find a means of communicating with Callum and Amy, but all he'd managed to find is a battered old top hat – which was now perched precariously on his head - an antique HB pencil, a couple one hundred year old bars of chocolate, and a Slinky, which he was now juggling back and forth in his hands.
"Any luck yet, Wainwright?" he asked, striding back into the messy, paper-covered room.
"Almost got it working, Doctor," Wainwright puffed happily. "Just a few more passcodes to decipher and that's me in."
"Good man! I need to pop back off to the TARDIS for a few minutes – reckon you'll do alright without me?"
"Ah yes, yes, go, go!" Wainwright laughed. "And tell your friends I wish them good luck!"
"Thank you," the Doctor smiled, stepping back out into the hallway. "I will."
The run back to the TARDIS was an enjoyable run, free of any Medi-droid incursions. The Doctor bounced down the alley, his new top hat barely managing to stay on the top of his head.
Opening the door, he skipped inside, pushing the door behind him. He leaped up the stairs two at a time and ran up to the scanner on the console, where Amy's mobile number was still displayed.
"Ah, good good! Get me through to her, please, dear!" the Doctor smiled, affectionately patting the time rotor. The TARDIS gave a purring sort of wheeze, and then the sound of dialling played around the room.
"Amelia Pond, how are you?" the Doctor cried.
"Shut up," he heard Amy hiss. "I'm in a hospital full of killer robots and I'm trying to keep quiet!"
"Oh," the Doctor exclaimed, lowering his voice. "Sorry! Whereabouts in the hospital are you?"
"The basement," Amy whispered. "Callum thought that the transmitter-y thing was either in the basement or the roof."
"Good idea, but it won't be in the basement – too low down for the signal to go out, so it's either on the roof, or the top floor! Any idea what the top floor is?"
"Um, no idea, I'll phone Callum and see if he's seen any signs."
"Why? Where is he?"
"Heading up to the roof," Amy whispered.
"Right, phone him, find out where he is, and tell him to find somewhere to hide – I'm going to save you both some time and effort, by running a few scans. It should only take a minute or so," the Doctor said, already jumping around the console, twisting, pressing, pushing and pulling.
"I'll phone you back after I've phoned him, okay?" Amy said.
"Okay! Oh, and Wainwright wishes you both the best of luck," the Doctor smiled.
"Aw, tell him we say thank you," she said, kindly.
"I will, Pond – now go on! Get hold of Ror- Callum!" He had just managed to stop himself from saying Rory's name in time. He hung up and groaned inwardly, slumping slightly against the console.
"Oh, Rory," he sighed.
Callum - wishing that the sonic screwdriver in his right hand would give him more courage than he felt he needed – walked up the stairwell slowly. The hospital didn't have doors at each levels, just archways to which Callum could see Medi-droids walking back and forth through.
Luckily for him, the stairwell was completely empty, as the Medi-droids weren't the most agile on stairs, and were all using the elevators.
Just as he reached the top floor, he saw a sign that read each of the Wards names. This was Intensive Care, and Callum could hear the sound of metal-on-metal, like the sound of the Technical workshop at school. He could see sparks flying, and the smell of burnt metal was wafting through.
"Oh, and of course, the way to the roof just has to be through there," Callum sighed. He was interrupted by his phone buzzing in his pocket. It was Amy.
"Where are you?" she asked.
"Top floor – intensive care. The way to the roof's through there," Callum whispered.
"How'd you manage to get up there so quick?" Amy replied.
"Robots don't do stairs," Callum answered. "Find anything in the basement?"
"Lots of dust," Amy laughed. "The Doctor called – he says that the transmitter's either on the top floor or the roof. He's doing a scan just now – I'm to phone you and tell you to find somewhere to hide until I can get to you."
"Right, I think I see an empty ward down here, I'll hide in there. Don't be long!"
The hospital schematics were on the monitor, but the Doctor wasn't pleased. Amy was back on speakerphone.
"Pond? Where are you?" he said, absent-mindedly,
"Third floor on the stairwell. The wards in here are really creepy. It's like they're all workshops. Medi-droids on every ward, and they're piecing one together every few minutes with scrap metal and glass and stuff."
"Right, well, if we shut that transmitter down, that should stop them making any more," the Doctor answered.
"Well, that's good!" she replied.
"No, not really," he replied, bursting her bubble. "That's where the actual problem arises."
"Somehow I knew something would go wrong," Amy sighed. "What is it?"
"Yes, well, you see," the Doctor said, turning the monitor to look at the schematics, "instead of one nice little transmitter to shut down inside the hospital, there's a back-up one registering underground from somewhere nearby."
"But I thought you said-"
"Yes, yes, yes, I know," the Doctor interrupted in frustration. "I thought the signal wouldn't extend underground, but their glass and brass, medical robots, not the most average droids! I'll try and find that secondary transmitter, while you and Callum shut down that first one."
"Right okay, what do we do after we shut down the first transmitter?"
"Get back to the Town Hall. I'm taking the TARDIS there now. When the transmitter goes down, the Medi-droids in the hospital and on the grounds should shut down for a couple of minutes, but they won't completely stop until both the transmitters are dead!"
"So after we stop the transmitter, we only have a few minutes to get out before all hell breaks loose?" Amy asked.
"Most definitely, and I'm sorry I can't buy you any more than that," the Doctor apologised. "Should really have thought this out."
"Don't worry about it, Doctor! I'm a big girl now," Amy quipped. "See you back at Town Hall."
"Be careful," the Doctor ordered.
"You too," she replied, before hanging up.
"Right then," he said to nobody in particular, "back to Wainwright."
Ivor Wainwright had seen many a strange thing during his 192 years of existence, but none of it had quite prepared him for that strange old blue box to appear in the middle of the room, and for the Doctor to skip out of it, still wearing a top hat.
"Wainwright! Any luck on the Cube?" the Doctor cried, cheerfully.
"Uh..." Wainwright stared at the TARDIS.
"Oh, yes, sorry – this is my TARDIS. It's sexy!" the Doctor smiled, patting the wooden box proudly.
"I-indeed," Wainwright blinked, shook his head slightly and looked down at the PC in his hands. "Well, the Cube is unlocked, but I can't find anything useful."
"Ah, that's because you don't have one of these, Wainwright," the Doctor beamed, pointing his sonic screwdriver at the Cube. "You might want to step back."
Wainwright sat up from the desk and crossed over to stand beside the Doctor. The Doctor pressed the button on the sonic screwdriver, and with a buzz, the blue screen coming off of the Cube began to change shape wildly, before becoming a sphere of light.
"Right, there's the planet. I'll see if this has a History tab. Oh, and don't go in the TARDIS just now – she's running a scan, and she does like to show off in front of new people!" the Doctor beamed, rubbing the side of the blue box, before crossing over to the projection of the planet. Suddenly, the sphere began to rotate counter-clockwise, faster and faster.
"What's it doing?" Wainwright asked.
"It's reversing its personal timestream and memory banks to one hundred years ago," the Doctor explained. "Pretty quickly, too! Oh, I think its finished."
A small 'Play' icon had appeared on the sphere. The Doctor reached forward and touched the button. A hologram of a fat, blue man in a suit and a pince nez, stood behind the desk.
"Hello there, I am Mayor van Seven. How can I be of service?" he said, robotically.
"What happened here 100 years ago, Mayor?" the Doctor asked.
"100 years ago, our Medi-droids – the healers of the planet – were infected with a virus that they recognised as a life-threatening plague. And under Rule #4042.b, under the recognition of any dangerous bacteria, the planet is to go into Quarantine Mode. A planet-wide teleport took place, taking every registered resident underground to safety pods."
"You mean that it was a complete accident?" Wainwright cried, gobsmacked.
"Correct."
"Well, that solves one mystery!" the Doctor noted. "But, how do we cancel the Quarantine?"
"Quarantine Centre at planet core," the hologram replied. "My sincerest regrets, but protocol indicates that after 100 years exactly, the power to the Centre is to be cancelled."
"And it's 100 years today, yeah, typical. How long till the Centre goes dead?" the Doctor asked.
"15 minutes and 11 seconds precisely," the hologram said, before flickering wildly and cancelling out.
"I reckon that PC wasn't up too much," Wainwright commented. "What do you plan to do now, Doctor?"
The Doctor turned to him.
"Well, Wainwright, we're going into the TARDIS, finding that secondary transmitter, and then we're taking a trip to the core of the planet! Shall we?"
"Definitely!" Wainwright smiled.
Amy and Callum were in need of a plan. The lift was right by the doorway, but if they went near the lifts, they'd risk being spotted by the Medi-droids.
"What are we going to do?" Amy sighed. Callum snapped his fingers.
"Amy, we have a sonic screwdriver," he replied.
"Oh, yes we do!" Amy beamed, mentally facepalming. Pointing the screwdriver at the lift controls, she pressed the button, and with a quiet buzz, the doors slid open. "Now?"
"Now!" Callum grinned.
They both ran from their hiding spot on the stairwell towards the lifts, but just as they made their way through the arch, a Medi-droid stepped out of the lift.
"Ah," Amy said. "Problem."
"Unregistered bacteria must be erased. Let purification commence!" the Medi-droid said, aiming its gun barrel at them.
"Don't think so, pal!" Callum cried, jumping into the lift and grabbing the Medi-droid's arm, holding it away from Amy. He pushed the protesting Medi-droid forward and kicked it, so it was out of the lift. Amy jumped over it and blasted the lift controls with the sonic screwdriver.
"Cheers for that," she laughed.
"Oh," Callum coughed. "It was nothing."
Moments later, the lift doors slid open to reveal the evening sky.
"Definitely a roof," Amy said, stepping out, a gust of wind blowing her hair across her face. She pushed it out of her face and looked around. "Any idea what we're looking for in particular?"
"No idea," Callum replied. "Phone the Doctor?"
"Probably a good idea," she said, taking her phone out of her pocket.
"It's bigger on the inside!" Wainwright exclaimed. "This is completely insane!"
"Completely," the Doctor said, bouncing about the console. "Right, looks like she's found the second transmitter." He looked at the monitor.
"Where is it then?" Wainwright asked, tentatively stepping up the glass stairs.
"Oh, well, it's somewhere in that system of alleys that I lost Callum and Amy in earlier," the Doctor said.
"So are we heading there to knock it out?"
"Oh, no, no – we don't have enough time for that! We're going to the centre of the planet!" the Doctor beamed, as the TARDIS shook violently.
A/N - REVIIIIIIEEEEEWWWWS? :( :( *begs*