New York City, 1927

"So where are we now?" I asked, shoving my hands onto my hips as my eyes roamed over the inside of the Tardis, giving the Doctor a stern look. We could be anywhere now, I knew him too well, but it was always a surprise to me. I never expected what he may decide.

The Doctor gave me the most evilish grin that I had ever seen. "A time I thought you would thoroughly enjoy. My treat."

Lifting an eyebrow, he ignored me and walked past me into the closet. I leaned against one of the control panels as I waited, and when he exited out, I felt my jaw drop. He was dressed in black and white striped bloomers and jacket, with a matching black wide brimmed hat. His eyes twinkled at my astonishment, and when I noticed that he was hiding something behind his back, he brought it around. In his hands was a hanger with a pretty red sparkling dress with a matching headband. My eyes flicked up to him in wonder and he answered, thankfully, to me.

He shrugged, innocently. "It's a flapper dress." Then, his smile returned. "Would you like to visit a speakeasy?"

I jumped up and down, clapping my hands excitedly, and I snatched it from him to hurriedly put it on. It was a perfect fit, which I always found amazing that he somehow knew my sizes to everything. After strapping my heels around my ankles and placing the headband nicely over my forehead, I came out, holding out my hands in an exaggerated way. The Doctor met my eyes, gazed over me, and I saw his breath hitch. When I stared at him, lowering my hands, slowly, he cleared his throat before grinning wildly. "Are you ready, Miss Katharine?"

I took his arm and flaunted my skirt from side-to-side. "That's Miss Katy to you, sir."

He gave one of his breathy chuckles, eyeing me with his mouth open. Before he could say anything, we were already out on the street and were moving toward a hidden building that had one random man leaning against the wall. He was dressed in similar clothes to the Doctor, except in plain black, and he didn't wear a hat. His eyes moved toward the Doctor, and then did fall onto me, but he had a grudge toward the Doctor. "Whatcha want?"

"We want in," the Doctor leaned closer to him, whispering in his ear, only loud enough for us to hear. "We know exactly what is inside there, so you may want to let us in."

The guy's eyes grew wide and he scurried to open the door for us. With a nod exchange, we were walking down the dark and damp staircase that must have been below an expensive business of sorts. As we went farther down, the faint sound of music could be heard floating up the stairs and I could see a little bit of light expressing from every direction too. There was another door at the bottom, with a man on the other side and a sliding little window so he could see us. His pupils enlarged momentarily before the door swung open quickly and we didn't see the man behind the door. Stepping through that doorway was the most wonderful experience, the music blaring from the band on stage and the few dancers moving along to it on there with them. People were everywhere, either dancing on the floor, sitting and talking, or at the bar and ordering more drinks. I restrained myself from screaming in delight. Honestly, I had always wanted to see one of the speakeasies, and the Doctor must have been listening to me when I mentioned it, because here we were.

We waltzed in with the lights sparkling off my dress, a few stares trailing along with us. I felt the Doctor's hand tighten on my arm when a few men were walking toward me, big goofy grins on their face, so he led me away, clearly protective for whatever reason he felt. I didn't bother to question it.

In the corner of the room, I saw a large towering pyramid of glasses with beer floating down to each of them, making an alcoholic waterfall. My eyes slid over to the Doctor's and what I found was, well, rather strong.

"Don't even think about it, Katy," he stretched my nickname longer to express the irony of him calling me that, but I could hear the determination in his voice. I shrunk back, a little bit afraid of him getting so angry. Was alcohol such a big problem? This is why these things happened for goodness sakes!

"Fine," I grumbled back at him. He began to slip away from my arm, and when I fearfully looked at him, he mimed that he was getting some drinks. I nodded, understanding, and found myself taking an empty seat at the table next to me. I leaned my cheek into my hand and I waited, my interest watching all the people living in freedom and secrecy. I smiled at an adorable couple laughing until he asked her to dance and led her to the floor. I swung one of my legs over the other and, almost as if that was a call, two men appeared before me. I thought they were the ones from before, but I wasn't sure.

"You're a pretty thing," the dark haired one said, sitting directly next to me, but facing me. He copied my body movements of the position I was in, peering at me. Uncomfortable, I sat straighter, barely making any eye contact with the two men. They were giving me an odd feeling and I learned to listen to my instincts. "What's your name?"

It was an automatic reaction for me to answer that question, ever since I was little. "Katy." At least I was able to stick with the nickname.

"Katy, huh?" The light haired one purred, moving closer to me, and putting his hands in his pockets. His body was in a stance that made me feel even weirder, because something inside of me was screaming. What could I do?

"Excuse me," a familiar voice said behind them and I felt myself finally breathe. "She's my date for the evening, thank you very much." The Doctor glared at them both as he shoved past them to hand me my drink.

The two went away, mumbling angrily to each other, and I was happy to know that my heart was slowing. "Thank you." I took the glass that he offered me and I could smell it, strongly. I looked at him, concerned.

He huffed his shoulders, eyeing me in a way that told me not to pester. "It's better than the stuff in that fountain," he waved his head toward the alcohol fountain I saw earlier. When I flicked my eyes between him and his glass, he rolled his own. "It won't hurt my body anymore than yours." I took a sip, as he did, and then I heard him whisper. "At least, I don't think this body will react." I froze and glared at him over the top of my glass and he gave a nervous laugh.

After drinking down our glasses, he gave me that smile again. Without me asking, he told me what was on his mind. "Would you like to go and dance?"

I returned the smile, nodding a lot. I could tell by the way he led me over to the floor that the alcohol did effect him in a way, but as much as a normal human would. I could also tell by his eyes.

New music stared as we got into the big dancing crowd. It was faster and easier to dance too, which I found the rhythm quickly and allowed myself to move around. I knew from earlier occurrences that the Doctor wasn't the best dancer in the world and the new drink in his system probably didn't help either. But he was able to make it happen anyway. We moved around with the people, including toward each other and I could hear him laughing with joy over the music. I began to do the same, raising my arms with the entire group. It surprised me when I felt his hands go onto my waist, and after I jumped, he gave another nervous chuckle, letting me go. He ran a hand through his hair and I gave him a sweet smile in return. He whispered to me that he would be right back, so I stood there, in the middle of the crowd, helpless and alone.

I saw the dark haired guy from earlier approaching me and my heart was beating faster right when I did see him. There was something in his eyes that I never saw in a man before and that's what scared me. I tried moving away, but there were too many people. He came up to me, running a finger against my cheek and saying something that I couldn't hear. His hand gripped firmly on my wrist and I couldn't escape. My breathing hitched, but I couldn't scream.

A hand flew down on the guy's shoulder, spinning him around. I saw the Doctor in front of him now, his nostrils flaring, his eyes blazing, and his breathing rugged. "Don't you dare touch her," I heard him say before he lifted a fist and punched him square in the jaw. Everything erupted from there and some men started yelling toward the Doctor. When I glanced at him, his eyes were wide now, and he was whispering to himself, "I hit someone. I don't hurt people."

When he noticed the men chasing after us, he grabbed my hand and hurtled me up the stairs, out the front door, and back into the Tardis, safely. I ripped the headband out my hair as I found myself laughing.

"Well, wasn't that fun?" He chuckled.

"Oh it was," I moved closer to him, smiling up at him. "Thank you," I whispered before kissing him on the cheek and going toward the closet to change my clothes.