A/N: Hello! Wow! I am so pleased that I was able to get out another story, even more so that I'm finding time to work on both of them. ^^ This story was inspired by a dream I had about Doctor Who and this little world I made in it. I hope you have some fun with it, it might get a bit ridiculous but I figured that, hey, I'm weird, the shows weird, and my subconscious is definitely weirder, so, this should all work out... hopefully. ;D Enjoy!

Disclaimer: SON... we-ell, technically I own the little world in here, so I guess it should be SOMN (Still Own Mostly Nothing)

Chapter 27

"Right then, where to next?" The Doctor jumped about in an animated fashion, pulling over the monitor and typing in possible coordinates.

"I think I should try looking for Alli- er, um, Luna, first." She corrected herself. "She probably wouldn't want to miss anything."

The Doctor simply nodded his head as she left the console room, he continued his navigation in a more sedate fashion before Mickey jolted him out of it.

"So where do you suggest then? Universe is a big place, I doubt I'd 'ave any clue as to where to start."

"Right you are on that Mickey-mick-Mickey!" He flipped a switch with a flourish once more and a resounding ping from the controls. Mickey bit back the small feeling of disappointment from the lack of turbulence.

"Why should your first trip even be planned? There's way too much out there we'll miss, so, I'll just let the old girl here choose for us." He grinned proudly when he poked the small button that was hidden under what looked like a bike handle.

"Wicked! You've got a random button?" He shifted over to see it before he corrected him.

"We-ell, technically I've got a hundred and twenty-six, but seeing as there's only humans onboard, I use this one."

Mickey was dumbfounded before he spoke again. "Right. Yeah, forgot 'bout that. What other aliens have you traveled with before?"

The Doctor glanced down the archway before the TARDIS informed him how long the girls would take. After seeing how devastated Sarah Jane was for him not mentioning her to his other companions, he decided it was time for him to tell them about them, even if he started with the ones that weren't human first.

"We-ell, unsurprisingly some of them were just distant relatives of humans, like Leela. Bit savage, but she was a wonderful person honestly."

Luna perched herself in a hammock that was fastened to the high corner of her room, sitting indian-style with a new notebook that she scribbled furiously in. Her face was set in a stern expression as she shut the world out.

Crack

"You know I'm grateful for you taking most of the pain and the nightmares away, right?"

Crack

Luna sighed and set down her bright blue feather quill, her pique demeanor melting away from her face, leaving a petulant sulk behind. "I know you are, and that makes me happy and everything, but it just hurts that they don't treat me like I'm… you know… real."

Crack

"What do you mean? You are real."

Crack

"They don't seem to understand that though."

Crack

"Well let's be fair here, it took me almost a year to figure it out all on my own, it might take them a while too if you don't just tell them."

Crack

"What would be the point of telling them if they don't bother to figure it out on their own?"

Silence followed after her question and she nodded her head in a glum victory that her argument won. She turned back to her notebook and finished writing down the dream of the Bad Wolf. She turned to the next page and began drawing what she remembered when she heard a gentle voice calling up to her.

"Hey, love. How you doin'?" Rose called up to her.

"Fine." She grunted, not looking away from the eyes she was trying to recall on the terrifying man.

"Can we talk?" She gently asked.

"We are."

"Yeah, but can we do it from a position that's not gonna put a crick in my neck?" She giggled, slightly exasperated.

Luna looked up out of confusion and then gazed down at Rose standing with her head tilted all the way back to talk to her. She smiled kindly and nodded her head, snapping her book shut and rolling off the high hammock to the ground nearly twenty feet below. Rose gasped in shock and moved to catch her but it was too late, she hit the ground. The pale, hardwood floors morphed around her and allowed her to sink fairly deep before shooting her back into the air once more, arching her through the air and letting her land on her feet with a slight stumble.

"One day I will stick that landing." She muttered.

Rose gripped her chest and let out a breath of air, settling the panic that had risen. "'S like you're trying to set a record for the amount of heart attacks you're givin' me."

"I'm shooting for three today." She laughed, her lips pulling up a grin.

Rose ambled over towards the bed and sat on the edge, patting the seat next to her for her to join. She followed suit and sat down, setting the book down between them.

"Do you want to talk about today?" She asked, mindful to keep the question vague to not upset her. Luna traced her finger across the cover of her and Alli's dream journal, pondering on whether to tell Rose like Alli suggested or have her ask herself. Rose seemed to notice her inner struggle and asked something different.

"Are you alright?"

"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" She answered in an instant, eager to avoid something.

"You went through a lot today, 'specially with that Krillitane oil. I jus' wanted to know if you were okay." She smoothed her hair behind her ear and rubbed her back in a calming motion the Luna thought felt really nice, it reminded her of home.

"I'm okay now. I don't even remember most of it, I forced us to blackout."

Rose furrowed her brow in concern. "The Doctor said that you felt like your mind was melting. Is that why you blacked out?"

Luna nodded mutely, making an effort to not recall that particular memory. Rose felt her heart break for the little girl, she went through so much pain but she was still a child. She looked down and noticed the neater version of what her dream journal used to look like.

"Did you get yourself a new dream journal then?"

"Yeah. We had it for what I think was a year when we were in here. It felt weird not to write them down after doing it for so long."

"Are they still nightmares?" She asked softly.

"Yeah, I'm used to it now though. I don't think I've ever had a nice dream."

Rose stressed her head for something to say, but they way she spoke so plainly about having constant nightmares left her floundering. Eventually, she spoke.

"Can I... ?" She motioned to her journal for her permission, which she gave a simple nod to. She cracked open the scribbled pages and let them fall open to the most recent page.

She was shocked by the disturbing image of both her Doctors and a massive Wolf that was charging towards her. Her first Doctor on the left seemed ripped to shreds, massive claw marks with some kind of dust pouring out and covered in spots that had yet to be colored, but you could tell it would be blood, portraying him as the soldier he once was. His eyes were still blank, only almost finished, leaving it empty like a demon and had a disturbing smile, but not as terrifying as her Doctor on the right.

His grin was manic, delighted even of the terror you could feel from the page, his eye were finished this time and incredibly dark, almost completely so. An arm drawn outstretched and pointing in the direction the Wolf was heading, as if he was the one controlling it. His clothes were identical to the one the first Doctor wore, still tattered but not glowing like before. Like he regenerated, but she didn't know about that. How was she just dreaming up all this without knowing about the Doctor's past or what he does? She never even met her first Doctor, how did she draw him so accurately?

"Do you know him?" She pointed to the ninth Doctor. Luna shook her head.

"I only know him from that dream, that was the first nightmare Alli woke up to since I've been here, I've been hiding them from her but I wasn't quick enough this time to hide it first."

"Wait. You've been having all these nightmares by yourself?" Luna nodded.

"She would just think that she didn't have any dreams for the night, but now she knows I've been keeping them from her."

"How does Alli not remember them? It's still the same head."

"I flood her mind with other things to distract her while I shove the dream far in the back where she doesn't look. She'll stumble across them eventually but by then she won't be as sensitive to them as to when she wakes up. At least I hope so. She really doesn't like not knowing things."

"So, you've been dealing with her nightmares and nearly all of her pain, forcing her to black out when it's too much for her to handle, and you never said?" Rose gaped in disbelief at her indifferent look.

Luna shrugged. "What would be the point of saying I did?" She tugged her tie off from the school uniform over her head and chucked it onto the floor. "Well, I say it's time to throw away these godawful clothes."

"Language." Rose scolded jokingly.

"If you wore this scratchy sweater for as long as I have, you'd want to get rid of it too."

"Right then, have fun disposing of it." She laughed. "We're waiting for you in the console room."

"Be there in a second!" She hollered, barreling towards her own wardrobe. Rose shook her head and made her way down the corridors. After walking for a couple minutes, she started hearing the Doctor's muffled voice bouncing down the walls.

"You're joking!" Mickey laughed at something he said.

"I am not. Frobisher was a Whifferdil and he preferred to be a penguin."

"You're telling me you traveled through time and space with a penguin?"

"Whifferdil! Honestly, you have the attention span of a- Rose! Did you find her then?" He cheered up when he saw her, taking it down a notch at her still irritable look towards him and his overly jovial attitude he had conversing with Mickey.

"Yeah, she's getting ready now, she was jus' writing in her dream journal." She jerked her thumb behind her.

"Oh! She's still doing that?" She began shifting on her heels, checking behind her to see if there was any sign of her.

"Yea. We need to talk though, Doctor. She showed me a drawin' of her dream and, it looked like-"

Rose was cut off when Luna shouted out her arrival. "Ready!" She skidded into the room sporting a deep red dress that fell to her knees with the same silver high top sneakers for running on. Her wild hair spilled over her right shoulder with a smattering of a few strands sticking to her face.

"Sorry I took a while, I seemed to have lost track of the time." She puffed, blowing a couple stray hairs from her face. "Where are we off to then?"

"Right!" The Doctor clapped his hands. "We don't have any destination in mind really, so we're gonna have the old girl here pick for us at random."

Luna smirked and ran up to the controls, she earned a curious look from them before the panic spread through the Doctor's features of what she was about to do.

"Wait!" He shouted a second after she pressed the same button under the bike handle he had pressed before, this time however, she sent the whole room hurtling to it's side. The Doctor gripped the controls and began pumping some device that looked suspiciously like a bike pump in an attempt to even them out and pressing more buttons that flashed for his attention. After a final jolt, they landed, all panting from the surprise.

"Little bit of a warnin' next time." Rose grumbled, pulling herself up.

"Did you just dismantle a bike and stick it into the console?" Luna asked calmly, getting up and spinning a bike pedal that was bolted in as well. He swatted her hand away from it as he kept tending to his precious time machine.

"Well Orville wasn't using it, he was busy working with Wilbur. There, that should take care of that." He muttered and turned away from the controls, glaring pointedly at Luna. "You're not supposed to just press the button, there's a whole, process to it. Besides, Mickey was supposed to press the button, it's his first trip, he should press the button!"

"How do you expect me to control myself around buttons?" Luna defended, playing the innocent card.

"I'm alright with it. Still get to go on an adventure." Mickey added, straightening out his clothes.

"See? He's alright with it. He can always press the button next time if it makes you happy."

"I'm not... that's... I'm." He stuttered before huffing out a sigh. "Oh never mind, let's just go."

Mickey shot a grin and made for the doors with Rose on his tail, they headed straight outside and closed the door just after Mickey let out an amazed gasp.

The Doctor added some finishing touches to the TARDIS before he sprinted towards the door and grabbed his favorite coat from Janis Joplin. He luckily never got a solid grip on the handle when reaching for the door as a strong electric shot jumped up at his fingers, sending his arm flailing back.

"Gah! What was that!?" He whined while nursing his fingers, he turned to a snickering Luna at the controls, suspiciously close to a particular button that controlled the electrical currents that he could pulse through the ship. "Luna…"

"Yes?" She answered as guiltless as before.

He put his hands on his hips and scolded her. "Why'd you do that?"

"Do what?"

"You know what you did, don't act all innocent."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." She smirked, twirling the red skirt of her dress back and forth.

"Alright then, you're grounded from the console until you figure out what I'm talking about."

Her eyes popped out as if someone took away her favorite toy. "What?! But that's not-"

"Ah! No if's and's or but's. Now let's go unless you want to be grounded from leaving the TARDIS." He pointed towards the doors with a look that screamed 'don't talk back'.

"Fine." She grumbled, stomping her way out the doors. He shook his head with exasperation, he never remembered if his children or grandchildren were ever this stubborn, then again, humans were typically more obstinate compared to Time Lords.

Luna's anger dissipated the moment she stepped out the creaking doors. As far as she could see it was a flat, caramel colored land with beautiful, extravagant skyscrapers of the same color piercing the horizon. The sky itself was a crisp green, making the entire world bare the resemblance of a caramel apple, which was fitting as the air smelled sweet. Tiny, pearly dots in the sky showed off the numerous moons the planet had, even though they were ridiculously small. Her feet started to sink into the ground, making it feel like she was walking on air. She giggled, squelching her feet in the strange substance and pulling them up to make a sucking 'pop'.

The Doctor grinned at her playful nature, glad to see she wouldn't let her displeasure spoil her enjoyment of the alien planet.

"It's been awhile since I've been here! It's the year twenty-nine forty on the planet of Crispal, home to the delightful Criskalians. Now, there's a race that has one of the best societies in the universe. Those that are talented, hard-working and kind are the ones that live the best in life. See those skyscrapers? The reason they look the same color as the planet is because it is the planet. The ground has a strange reaction to movement, like so."

He paused his ramblings and made a swift kick to the ground, shooting a jet of caramel ground into the air before it freezed mid-flight. While it was still attached to the ground, the kick formed a rock solid arch that hung in the air before it melted just as suddenly into the ground as to when it was launched. This earned some impressed looks from his companions as they stared in wonder at the ground.

"Because of the planet's own pull and the many small gravitational influences from it's fifty-seven moons, it's suspended in the air before being soaked back into the ground, how fast that happens depends on how elaborate the structure is. But! It also happens to make a funny little noise if it's managed to be pulled from the ground, inspiring the name."

This time instead of kicking, he stomped on the ground which formed a glob to raise at his side, looking like a reverse raindrop with the thin neck and bulbous ending. He quickly grabbed the orb and started walking away with it, pulling the neck along with him and thinning it out until it finally snapped.

KLACK!

Rose gasped at the noise. "That sounded like a person sayin' it!"

He chuffed a pleased noise as he turned the now hard orb over in his hands. "Klack Clay. Certainly earns it's name doesn't it? Composition and texture of the clay as well as the physics implied when it rebounds into a shape creates the sound of the word, klack. Wonderful innit?"

"What does that 'ave to do with how good the society is?" Mickey pondered, experimenting with the ground too, trying, and failing, to pull a glob of clay from the ground but just getting tangled in the long string he was creating.

"Because it's all about the clay, Mickey! It takes skill, talent and a precise movement to truly master how to sculpt even the simplest of things. And just look at those skyscrapers. To be an architect on this world is the equivalent of being a talented movie star back on Earth. The level of intricate detail put into each of those buildings is astonishing, if you work hard enough to get to that level of talent, you become part of the high society of architects. Since they work so closely together, being able to work with others and be pleasant is just as important, can't just rely on your skills. That's what makes this planet so brilliant though! The best of the best get to live their life in luxury, no possible way for any crooked or corrupt individuals to rise to any form of power."

Rose smiled at his ramblings and observed the massive building that were even more impressive before something came to mind. "How are those buildings even here though? You said they get reabsorbed by the ground after a while."

The Doctor beamed in pride at her observant question. "Well yeah, they get reabsorbed if it's something simple, but it stays a whole lot longer if it's more complex. After time though it will lose its resistance to gravity and sink back in the clay. Since all their buildings and histories get literally wiped away after a period of time they don't really have a sense of culture. Keeps wars from being started or any biased nature to take hold through any generations, one of the most peaceful worlds out there because of it."

Crack

"Then what are we standing around here for? Let's go!" Alli Rose beamed and sprinted straight for the city, not taking into account that Mickey had just kicked the ground in frustration when the clay he almost got separated oozed back into the ground. A straight beam shot out instead a graceful arch and blocked off her path and a painful "Oomph!" sounded from her as she bent around the clay and slammed her back into the squishy ground. She wheezed from the sudden air knocked out from her and blinked a few times to see a worried Doctor and Rose kneeling over her.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?" Rose coddled her while she pulled herself up.

"Is anything hurt? You didn't feel anything snap did you?" The Doctor started examining her and scanning her torso for bruising. Alli just shook her head and glared at a mortified Mickey.

"Did you seriously just clothes-line me?" She asked in a mock-shocked expression, to which he stuttered back in fear of getting in trouble.

"I'm sorry! I didn't see ya and I forgot that the ground did that an' stuff! I was jus' tryin' to get the ground to do the thing and I'm so sorry!" He blubbered, finally pausing to breath when Alli was laughing until her face was red.

"You're fine, I was just messing with you. Come on though, let's go already!"

She grabbed a hold of the Doctor's hand as he held on to Rose as strode towards the city. Mickey dragging behind still grumpy about getting messed with by her, he was worried it was going to start being a regular thing. The streets were bustling with strange creatures that resembled something a of a popsicle-stick version of a stick bug. They were a lighter tan compared to the warm colored clay around them and had a mess of legs underneath them, impossible to count as they constantly moved, yet somehow they still moved gracefully together. Their thin, wide bodies stuck out with long and knobby arms and balanced a large sphere of a head that spun around without any notion of it being attached.

"Now don't stare." The Doctor tugged Alli's hands, making her snap her open mouth shut.

"You should respect them as much as they respect you, and they tend to do that with most foreigners."

"Why's that then?" Rose asked, her face giving off the look of hunger for knowledge that he always adored from her, he mentally shook his head from his thoughts.

"Travellers from other worlds have an incredible amount of difficulty making it through all those moons up there. They all move at random orbits, different speeds, only the wealthiest can afford the most agile ships to maneuver through that mess. But, according to their ethics, the wealthy must obviously be the same as those that are wealthy here, talented and kind and hard-working, so naturally, they respect them."

As if on cue, an official looking Criskalian scuttled over to them and somehow bowed towards them, looking quite comical as he bent right where his legs ended and torso began, Alli thought it looked something similar to a limbo pole.

"Our deepest apologies. We never received any indication of your arrival. May I pardon you for some identification?" He said, his voice coming out as a shock to Rose as it was much deeper than she would have thought, his accent sounding almost rounded as he spoke.

"Oh that's quite alright! No need to worry, my friend. Here you go." The Doctor beamed, pulling out his psychic paper and flashing it to the alien. Alli leaned over to look at the paper and furrowed her brow in confusion at the squiggly lines that kept moving across the page. For some reason, he accepted that and jittered in relief.

"Thank the moons above that you have arrived my Lord! We are incredibly grateful for your assistance in our dire circumstance."

"Why? What's wrong?" Rose asked with concern laced in her voice. The man looked between her and the Doctor before noticing the other two standing behind him as well, his face started to tint a darker tan that near matched the ground beneath them.

"I beg your forgiveness for not beginning with introductions, my manners have been so scattered due to the situation. My name is Krix Clayarn. Head architect of this district. All the other heads of Crispal are awaiting for your presence. I would admire to know the names of your wife, child and male au pair."

The Doctor spoke up first with a cheshire grin before Mickey could interject. "Oh yes of course, my manners seem to be misplaced as well. This is my wife Rose Tyler, that is Mickey Smith and this is-"

Crack

"Luna Erythro. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance and a treasure to gain your wisdom." She skillfully replied, earning a pleased, wide-eyed look from the man as she bowed before him. Rose looked with raised eyebrows toward the Doctor, who held a similar expression.

"How impressive an understanding of our culture your child has, you must have an incredibly skillful au pair, Lord Doctor and Mrs. Tyler. I apologize for questioning your gender choice."

Mickey nodded his head towards him with a blank expression, leaning in towards the Doctor. "What's an au pair?"

He whispered pack with a secretive smirk. "A foreigner who helps with housework but exclusively child care in return for room and board. Usually their women."

"Well why didn't you correct him?" He hissed in his ear, looking back and giving a quick smile to the curious alien before turning back and glaring at the Doctor again.

"In what way is that not true?" He chirped back, Krix began speaking once more.

"They shall be placed in the utmost care and protection while we work."

"Oh no, Rose stays with me." He clarified, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close, much to her enjoyment.

"If you insist, but we must hurry." He waved his arm high in the air and two similarly dressed guards bristled over towards them, bowing at them as well. "Our best protectors promise to escort them to safety."

"That is much appreciated, now, what is the problem exactly?"

Before anyone could speak the entire ground tremored beneath them, only those that had two legs were shaken to the ground and had their knees absorbed deep into the street preventing any injuries. A sickening gurgle rumbled the air, everyone turned towards the closest building as it's beautifully crafted features began to melt. Inhabitants began to wail in mourning as the tower fell into the ground and erased itself forever. Their heads rolled down towards the ground in respect before they carried on like nothing really happened, Krix, however, began shuffling his many legs with worry.

"That is our problem, Doctor. The buildings are being absorbed!" He fretted.

"They're s'posed to do that though, aren't they?" Rose questioned him, being helped up from the indents she made.

"But that building was made not two weeks ago, the architects are being exhausted."

This made the Doctor perk up in alarm. "But that's impossible, a building like that should have lasted for more than three years!" He began glancing around, taking in all the other buildings surrounding them and noticing the current style. "Wait, the year's twenty-nine forty, retro-grozniast is meant to be the main theme in most of the city. This is a rustic-new roman, that shouldn't be around for fifty years. What's happening?"

"Something is occurring to our Klak Clay, we have no indication as to what this might suggest."

The Doctor whipped out his sonic screwdriver and knelt down into the clay, scanning it before standing up in shock. "The composition has decreased an entire one-thousand feet."

"Well, that shouldn't be too bad then, right?" Mickey asked, listening to the Doctor breathe out the rest of the results in horror.

"One-thousand feet of clay, from the entire circumference of the planet. It's shrinking."

A/N: Ta-daa! Hope that was a little bit intriguing, I tried my best and that's what counts. *n_n* Alright, so question time, and I'll keep it short.

1. What's the best name for an alien race that are greedy, weasle-y, idiots? I was thinking something along the lines of [insert word here]-umph. Just something-umph. Since that's the noise you make around those types of people.

Let me hear your thoughts since I'll never be telepathic in my lifetime. Sad day. XD Until next time my little companions!