Hi! I'm starting my first Fanfiction! I don't know how often I will update, please enjoy this and review too! I like to see reviews! I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Seriously? You think I own the wonderful Doctor Who and amazing Warriors? *Scoff* Of course not, I'm not cool enough for that.

There was a creaking noise as a blue wooden door opened. A girl stepped into the room, the rather orange-and-blue room. A man in a tweed jacket and suspenders looked up from a book he was reading.

"Ah, you're here!" said the man in tweed as he stood up, placing the book on the chair he had sat in. "Did you bring Rory with you?" the British man asked, twirling around as he made his way to the console in the middle of the room.

"Yes, well, he said he'll be here in a 'few moments'," explained the Scottish ginger who had entered the room. "You should tell him to hurry up or we're leaving without him," the man straightened his red bowtie as he joked. Or was it a joke? Can't really tell with him.

The Scottish ginger nodded, "Yeah, probably," she poked her head out the blue doors, "Rory, come on! The Doctor's waiting!" she called. "I'm coming, alright?" came a British voice in reply.

The ginger woman whipped around back inside the orange-lit room and walked over to the console. "So, where are we going today?" she asked, running a hand on the rim of the console.

"Well, I plan to go to this place called Sidomarnia, the population there look like fox-hippos!" the man in tweed, preferably the Doctor, had a goofy grin stretched across his face.

"Fox-hippos? Sounds… interesting," the redhead shrugged. "Indeed! You know, they-" the Doctor was interrupted when the wooden doors swung open and another man walked in.

"God, Amy, you and the Doctor are so impatient!" he complained. "Atleast I can get here faster than you." Amy retorted, mischief shining in her brown eyes.

"So, Rory, how do you feel about fox-hippos?" the Doctor grinned at the nurse called Rory.

"Fox-hippos?" Rory frowned, but shrugged nonetheless; he was used to weird things by now. "Yep! Lovely civilization, though, they aren't that trustworthy, they like their cons…" the Doctor trailed off, mumbling other things to himself.

"Did you have fun spending the week with my gran?" Amy teased her husband. "Oh, she's a nightmare! Why'd you have to leave me with that?" Rory replied in exhaustion almost immediately. Amy giggled at this.

"Alright, to Sidomarnia!" the Doctor exclaimed, twirling around the console as he pressed buttons and such, mischief and excitement sparkling in his eyes; the look of a child. He flicked the lever, and they were off with the familiar eerie, screeching, whirring noise that everyone soon grew to love.

Suddenly the noise broke off and turned into a distressing sound. The Doctor's look shifted into worry and shock.

"Doctor, what's happening?!" Amy called in panic as the TARDIS started to shake, sending them falling on the floor. "I… I don't know!" The brown-haired Timelord tried to scramble up, but failed as another shake gripped the room.

"Ack! I can't get to the console! We're crashing!" The Doctor shouted.