Okay, so here ya go! Chapter 2! Where you (along with our favorite psychic) meet the Doctor!

Disclaimer: Still don't own 'em. Still wish I did.

With a weird groaning, wheezing noise, a strange blue box mysteriously appeared on the beach. One of the doors opened, and a young woman wearing a tan jacket ran out, but stopped quickly, blocking the way out.

"Oi, Doctor!" she called out. "This doesn't look like Lexistorn to me!"

"No?" A tall man wearing a trench coat pushed her gently out of the way and stepped outside. "Ah, no. We're still on Earth. Twenty-first century…" He crouched down and rubbed some sand between his fingers. "United States of America…" He tasted the remaining sand on his fingers. "Santa Barbara, California. Ooh, I love California. Well, I say love. For America, it's not bad."

The woman looked at the Doctor. "Still not Lexistorn."

"No, but there's a beach. And look!" He pointed away from the beach, towards a row of buildings. "Shops! You like shops, right?" He grinned somewhat nervously, noting the woman did not look happy. "I'm sure I've got some American currency somewhere…" He felt in various pockets, noting one had a hole. He'd have to get that fixed. Ah, there it was." Here you go! Now, um, you can go over to a shop and…ahh...do shoppy…stuff."

"Seriously? You want me to wander off?" The woman grinned, amused.

"Just for a little bit. The TARDIS isn't feeling well, and I want to stay here for a little bit and make sure she's okay."

"Do you want me to stay with? Keep you company?"

"Nahhh. You go and have fun. I'll be there in a moment or two." A loud crashing noise emitted from the TARDIS and smoke started pouring out the open door. "Or five…"

"All right. But if you need me.."

"Martha Jones, I promise I will call the moment I need you."

With a grin, the woman dashed off.

"Now, let's see what's wrong with you, huh?" Just as the Doctor was about to enter, he heard a loud scream.

He ran off, paused, ran back to the TARDIS, shut the door, and ran back toward the sound of the screams.

Near the docks, he saw a young blond woman lying on the ground, blood seeping out the corners of her eyes and mouth. The Doctor raced toward her and gently raised her up.

"What's wrong. What are you?"

"Too…strong. Help." The woman moaned weakly.

"Who are you? Let me help."

"It burns. It's burning so much…"

"Yes, yes, I know. Please, tell me your name." the Doctor begged.

"I-I can't…won't work."

"Please, your name."

"Hurts…so…much…"

"Please what are you?!"

With a blinding blue light, the woman let out a final shriek, and went limp in the Doctor's arms, her eyes now a bloodied mush, blood dripping out her ears and mouth as well.

"No, no, no, no, no!" The Doctor, tears dripping down his face, gently laid the girl down on the sand. "Let—let's see what was in you, alright?" Reaching into his coat pocket—

"SBPD! Freeze! Hands where I can see 'em!"

Well, it looks like the Doctor is about to meet our very own Santa Barbara Police Department.

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