A/N - Hullo, I'm being extra nice and updating a few days early! Uh, well, this is the finale of Part One of Fallen Triangle, and Part Two should be along soon enough! After that, I'm debating whether or not to continue onto a second series. I have five series planned out, but I'm not sure whether I'd rather be using them in my own writing :') So aye, this starts off only a couple of hours after Callum left Glasgow with Amy and the Doctor! Please reviiiiiiiew!

It had been several hours since Keith had last seen Callum, and he was wondering where he'd disappeared to after what had happened onboard the Anthopilian spaceship, and he wasn't sure whether he had just dreamt it all or not.

He had left the others – who were equally a little confused – and went to meet his girlfriend, Laura, at the train station.

Just after meeting her, they sat down outside one of the cafes around the corner from the station, and she decided to go order for them both. As soon as she'd left the table his phone began to ring, and he was surprised to see Callum's caller ID display.

"Hey!" he answered, quickly. "Mate, what the hell happened earlier?"

"Keith, oh my God! It's been ages!" Callum cried.

"Wait, what? I only saw you a few hours ago after all that weird alien stuff!"

"It's still my birthday?" laughed Callum.

"Yes, of course it is, dumbo!" Keith replied, confusedly.

"Oh, right, yeah, um, wait a sec," - Keith heard Callum having a quick conversation with someone else – "Right, okay, come to the roof of the station car park and I'll meet you there! See you soon!"

"Wait, wait, Call-" Keith started, but it was too late, as Callum had already hung up.

"Who was that?" Laura asked, cheerfully, walking out the cafe with two drinks. She was a petite, kind girl with long brown hair with blonde highlights. She sat down and slid one of the drinks to Keith.

"Cheers," Keith smiled. "It was Callum – he wants us to go meet him on the car park roof."

"We better get a move on then," Laura replied, taking Keith's hand. "You know how impatient he can get!"

"Where are theeeeey?" groaned Callum, pacing the car park in front of the big, blue box. He took a moment to wonder why there was never any cars on the uppermost level of the car park, before realising it had been a good ten minutes since he'd phoned Keith. He took a moment to gaze up at the sun as it split the clouds, and then began pacing again, impatiently.

"Oi!" he heard a cry from the stairwell behind him. He swiveled around and beamed as Keith and Laura appeared from the stairs.

"Hi! Oh my God, I haven't seen you in weeks!" he laughed and bounded towards them both, wrapping them in a hug.

"Callum, are you drunk?" Laura asked, amusedly. They'd only seen each other the other day, and Keith had only saw him a few hours ago.

"Oh, no, sorry, right, yeah, it's the same day for you two, isn't it?" Callum remembered. "Still my birthday?"

"Well, uhhh, yes?" Keith answered, a little unsure of what the hell was going on with his best friend.

"Right, okay, there's no easy way to explain where I've been the past couple of weeks," Callum said, "so you might want to follow me in here!"

He stopped in front of the blue box that neither Keith nor Laura had really took notice of at first, and patted its side.

"You've lost me, mate," Keith laughed. "What's going on?"

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon," Callum was practically jumping with excitement. "Just go in!"

Uncertainly, Keith and Laura made their way to the doors of the box and pushed them open wide, expecting to step into a cramped little box.

Callum almost burst out laughing as his friends' eyes widened and their jaws hit the floor.

"Keith, Laura, welcome to the TARDIS! It's a time machine!" Callum grinned, stepping around them and hopping up to the central console where two people who were rather familiar to Keith were standing, inspecting the reactions of the two visitors.

Keith made a noise that sounded like a strangled yelp, and Laura found herself laughing along with Callum.

"This is incredible," she breathed, taking another uncertain step towards the console. "Absolutely incredible!"

"Hey, wait, you're the two people from the spaceship!" Keith cried, suddenly finding his voice and pointing at the Doctor and Amy, who smiled and nodded.

"Hiya," Amy greeted, waving a hand.

"How do you like the TARDIS?" the Doctor smiled. "And don't worry, there's no giant alien bees in here."

"Wait, what?" Laura asked. "What spaceship? What bees?"

"You haven't told her yet?" Callum asked, taking a seat on one of the stairs leading up to the console.

"Aw, aye, because I just thought she'd believe me!" Keith replied, sarcastically. "So this is a time machine then?"

"Yup! You wouldn't believe the places I've been since I last saw you, Keith! Honestly, it's been amazing!" Callum laughed. "I've been to other planets, and we met Henry the Eighth, for about ten seconds before he tried to execute us -"

"Can't wait to find out what I did! Something to look forward to," the Doctor cried, rubbing his hands with glee. Amy smiled and rolled her eyes.

"Well, yeah, besides that, there's monsters and aliens and stuff! It's brilliant!"

"You mean there's more of those big bee things?" Keith asked, a little nervously.

"Of course there is! There's loads and loads of different aliens and stuff," Callum chuckled. "We even met the Space Pope yesterday!"

"The Space Pope?" giggled Laura. "Seriously?"

"Not a word of a lie!"

"Well the-"

Keith was interrupted by a rapid bleeping from the console.

"Oh, that doesn't sound too good," Callum said, jumping up from his seat on the stairs to the main console and gazing at a large monitor. Laura and Keith found themselves following, hand-in-hand..

The Doctor was bouncing around the console now, flicking switches and such as a strange sort of powering-up noise came from all around the room.

"What's it say on the monitor?" he cried. "Pond, adjust the spiral tracker to 46 degrees, and get the purple switches!"

"Um, Doctor, I think the screen's playing up," Callum said, frowning as he smacked the side of the monitor. "It says we're in flight."

As if on cue, the glass pillar at the centre of the console came to life and began to rise and fall rhythmically. The usual metallic whooshing sounds of the engines had been replaced by a gravelly roar, and the room shuddered violently.

"What the hell is going on?" roared Keith as he was flung to the floor by the breakneck speed of the blue box as it hurtled through the time vortex.

"What's happening?" cried Laura as the TARDIS shook again. She was holding onto one of the railings for dear life while Keith tried to steady himself on the console, apparently pressing something in the process.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" cried the Doctor, jumping around the console to deactivate whatever Keith had accidentally done. "Don't touch anything! Perfectly under control!"

"Looks like it," yelled Amy from the opposite side of the console. Callum was clinging onto the monitor, trying to readjust it.

"Monitor says we're heading for a space station a few million miles away from Earth! Apparently we've just responded to a SOS!" Callum cried.

"Oh, wonderful," the Doctor replied, sarcastically. "Who put the response device to automatic?"

"Probably you," Amy reasoned, rolling her eyes. "What should we expect on this space station?"

"Um, 45th century, human and non-humans onboard, can't say how many," Callum read, before falling to the floor as the room lurched again. He pushed himself back off the floor just as the engines stopped roaring, and looked at the monitor again before turning to look at the others in confusion. "And apparently it's snowing."

The TARDIS had materialised a little awkwardly, with a lot of turbulence and groaning from the engines, and the Doctor mumbled something about leaving her to repair herself for a while. They had arrived in what seemed to be a greenhouse, in which a gentle snowfall was coming from the vast ceiling. Callum was the first to edge out the doors to investigate, tentatively followed by Keith and Laura. Rows and rows of green plants lined down in their soil trays, going on as far as the eye could see. The snow cast a delicate frost over them all.

"Are we on another spaceship?" asked Keith, increduously.

"Even better than that, Keith," the Doctor said, stepping out behind them. "We're on a space station!"

"Oh, look! A window," Laura pointed out, jumping up a small flight of stairs to a viewing platform, followed by the others.

Through the window, the stars were like brilliant white flecks, going on infinitely. Not far below them was a giant red-and-blue planet, turning silently.

"Oh, we're above Earth!" Amy noted. "Never seem to get away from it."

"What about this space station?"

"Well, I'm not sure," he said, a little sheepishly. "Not too sure about this space station."

"Welcome to the S.S. Bermuda," said a voice from behind them. They swiveled around in unison to see a group of people approaching them through the gentle snowfall. Several of them were in what seemed to be old-fashioned diving suits with the large diving helmets tucked under their arms.

The man who had spoken was clearly the captain, or at least a very high-ranking member of the space station, considering the authority he had commanded in his welcome alone, including the way the other crew members seemed to be much more nervous than he did.

"Ah, hello there!" the Doctor smiled, stepping down from the platform. "We seem to have latched on to your distress signal! Why so distressed?"

"First things first, I am Acting Captain of the S.S. Bermuda, Alamander Sharpe," he turned to the others, "and this is Deck Seven personnel Trace, Fitz, Aled, Jojo, Calinda, Joshio, and Rax."

"Ah, hello, hello!" the Doctor said, "I'm the Doctor, captain of the good ship TARDIS," he gestured to the battered blue box, "and these are my friends, Amelia, Callum, Keith and Laura!"

"Pleasure to be acquainted," said Sharpe, and in his mind's eye, Callum could imagine the man practicing his tone in front of a mirror.

"Yes, well, anyway, onto business! What seems to be the problem?" the Doctor said.

"About twenty minutes ago, Deck Forty-Four was boarded by pirates! We tried to seal them in but the stairwells are still open, and they're making their way up to Deck One! We were trying to get in contact with the nearest police unit."

"Ah, then we have a problem," the Doctor said, sheepishly. "The TARDIS is out of commission for the next three hours after that little stunt trying to stabilise it while responding to the distress call."

"Then what are we going to do?" one of the crew – Fitz – piped up.

"I'm not sure," growled Sharpe.

"Well, first things first, we see how far up they've progressed," the Doctor cried, running over to a bank of computer monitors and rapping away at the keypad.

"Space pirates?" whispered Laura to Callum, as she grasped Keith's hand.

"Um, yeah, that's new for me, actually," Callum admitted, rubbing the back of his head.

"Ah, so we're on a weather station!" the Doctor said, gleefully. "Love a weather station! But what do the pirates want with it, Captain Sharpe?"

"Deck One is the main control hub for the entire station. This is Test Chamber 24, where we test different weather and temperature patterns on the vegetation. The pirates haven't made their motive clear to us yet, but if they're trying to make their way to Deck One, I can only assume they wish to use the weather station for their own nefarious schemes."

"Ah, he's on to us," laughed a strange voice through the computer. "Hello there, Test Chamber 24, this is Captain Stera Ranheim of the good ship Demonheart."

"Demonheart's a pretty cool name," Keith whispered to Callum. Laura elbowed him in the ribs.

"Hello, Captain, I'm the Doctor, and under Article Forty-Something of the Shadow Proclamation in conjunction with the Jiracho Constitution, I request you tell me your reason for boarding this station."

The voice took a second to consider how to answer, and then began to laugh slowly – the sinister laugh echoing through the chamber.

"You have guts to request from an old space dog like I, Doctor," Captain Ranheim's voice said. There was a robotic quality to it, but Callum couldn't be sure whether it was due to the computer or not.

"Well, thank you, I think," the Doctor said. "But yes, why are you onboard?"

"We require the use of this station for a little, ahem, job we've been tasked with."

"A job? How do you mean?"

"Tell me, Doctor, are you familiar with the planet below? Of the wealth, and the greed, and the sleaze?"

"Oh, a preaching pirate – that's a new one! Bit of a Scrooge? " the Doctor replied, turning to look at the planet outside. "Although I suppose, being a pirate, you'll be more of a Grinch than a Scrooge."

"An accurate way to put it, Doctor. But nonetheless, our employer seems to think the planet below proves to be a bit of an issue."

"And how are you going to go about that?" Sharpe questioned. "We're a weather station – nothing important."

"Don't act the fool with me! This weather station is connected to thirty-seven satellites placed at strategic points in Earth's orbit, which all centre in signals to the central station in London."

"I'm not liking where this is going," Amy murmured.

"So, what? You're going to threaten the Earth with a spot of bad weather?" the Doctor laughed. "This station's nowhere near powerful enough to cause any real damage."

"Not quite yet, no. But with the central weather station on Earth accepting the reception of every weather beam we transmit from here, the power levels will increase by 400%."

"Really not liking where this is going!" Amy said, a little more urgently than before.

"And what's your endgame?" the Doctor said, slowly, dangerously.

"Earth's reckoning, Doctor," Captain Ranheim whispered menacingly, "as the brimstone snow shall fall!"