Based on an idea suggested by doctorwho29 (this fic's for you)

This has nothing to do with my 'Doctoring the Blue Eyes' fics.

I own no rights 'cause I'm poor :P

Prologue

It was night time as Yugi quickly walked through the dockland area of Domino city. On his own and carrying nothing more than a small golden box. The box had once contained the many pieces of the pyramid hung on the rope around his neck, but now housed his collection of Duel Monsters cards. He'd need them along with the gauntlet and star chips on his right arm if he was ever going to succeed in getting his grandpa's soul back. Grandpa. His thoughts turned back to just a few days ago when the package had arrived for him…

Curious to see what was inside, he'd opened the parcel and placed the video that had been part of the contents into the VCR. That's where the nightmare began as the tape had held magical properties which had allowed the creator of his favourite card game to challenge him to a duel.

At first he'd been reluctant to accept as time seemed to stop, freezing his three friends and grandpa who were present at the time, but there was something, - some part of himself? - that just wouldn't let him back down from the challenge. And so he'd gone ahead and played the game against the one eyed man who rambled on about ancient Egyptian artefacts, and had cheated to gain victory by stalling as the time limit counter in place ticked down to zero.

With the duel now over and his refusal to cooperate, Pegasus used the power of his golden eye to extract the soul of the old man, holding him hostage to get Yugi to do as he wanted and enter into the Duellist Kingdom tournament…

His friends had offered to help, and he knew that they would do whatever they could in order to do so but he didn't want to put them in danger. That was why he had set off without them. But since he had mentioned his plan to reclaim the stolen soul, he suspected that they had been planning on finding a way to tag along which was why Yugi kept stopping to check that he wasn't being followed. It was like he could hear a faint chattering, - possibly a whining noise? - but there was nobody in his wake, just like all of the other umpteenth times he had checked.

A heavy sigh escaped him and he simply overlooked the noise as nothing more then a slight case of paranoia. He craned his head to stare in the direction of the ship where he was heading and softly mumbled, "I'm coming Grandpa." before he then set off in a sprint to join the going crowd that gathered where the boat had been docked and was due to leave for the island location very shortly.

The noise which had been dismissed as a fragment of the boy's imagination grew louder and the form of a 1950s call box came into view as the TARDIS materialised at the opening of one of the small alleyways between the dock's many warehouses. One of the doors opened and the Doctor stepped out, hands in pockets and breathed deeply as he savoured the coast air. "Ahh!"

"Eww, more like." Rose complained as she squeezed out from behind him with a hand covering her nose to block out the fishy odour. "This place smells almost as bad as that time I visited my uncle in Hull. Boy what a dump that town is."

"Hey, don't knock a place until you've lived there." The timelord made sure that his time machine's doors were properly closed. "And Hull isn't a town it's a city."

"Oh, like there's a difference!" The blonde snorted as she lowered her hand now that she'd had a few moments to adjust to the air.

"Actually……"

"No, no, it really doesn't matter to me." Rose assured before the Doctor spiralled off on one of his rambling talks. "I'll still have the same crappy image of it in my head either way."

"Oh, it's been re-vamped over the past few years so you probably wouldn't even recognise it if you returned there. And besides, I like Hull. It has lots of history and attractions. It's multi-cultural, the people are friendly, - well mostly, lots of chavs there, - you'd fit right in. Things are cheaper there …… Come to think of it, the cost of living up north always tends to be slightly cheaper, why is that?"

"Well if Hull's so great, name me five famous people to have come from there."

"Easy-peasy." The grin grew on the timelord's face. "William Wilberforce, politician who helped to abolish the slave trade. Amy Johnson, first woman aviator to fly solo to Australia. Tom Courtenay, actor, starred with that handsome fella in 'Let Him Have It'. Ian Carmichael, the actor, not the cricketer……." His mind went blank as he tried to think of a fifth name and then muttered his choice unsurely. "Clive Sullivan? Nooo, he's Welsh, - Cardiff boy, - only played Rugby for Hull…"

"You can't do it can you?" Rose laughed.

"John Prescott?" The Doctor tried again. "Nah, he's Welsh too …"

"You don't suppose he could be related to the Slitheen do you?"

"It's quite possible that he could be a Raxacoricofallapatorian, we'll have to look further into that sometime…Oo, I got it." His finger raised in the air as he shouted, "The Housemartins!"

Rose stared blankly.

"I love The Housemartins!" The exclamation was laughed. "You'd have some people argue that 'technically' they aren't a Hull band, but I'm willing to overlook their opinions just so I can prove you wrong!" He saw his companion's vacant expression. "What, you never heard of The Housemartins?"

No response.

"Most of the group later went on to become, The Beautiful South."

Still no response.

"You know, 'Good as gold, but stupid as mud, he'll carry on regardless'…?" The timelord jigged his head about as he sang the lyrics to one of the newly mentioned group's more popular songs.

"Oh, them!" Now Rose knew who he was talking about as she'd heard her mum play that song hundreds of times. A smirk crept on her face. "I'd say that song best describes you Doctor."

"Why, thank you!" He smiled as he tugged at the lapels of his trench-coat. "Anyway, back on topic, how would you like to go on a cruise?"

"A cruise?"

The Doctor gestured towards the ship that was a short distance away. "From the looks of all those people there, I'd say that it was about to set sail."

"Set sail to where?"

"Who knows?" The timelord sighed longingly before his lips curved at their corners and extended his arm for his companion to take hold. "What do you say we find out?"

"You're on." Rose beamed back and linked her arm with his.

Together they strode off towards the new adventure waiting for them, the Doctor humming along to the tune now playing in his head, 'Don't know what I'm doing here, I'll carry on regardless…'

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A/N: Just posting to gain interest for an upcoming fic I am working on which I will start posting regularly once I have the majority of it typed up :)

Joke alert -That 'handsome fella' who the Doctor refers to is none other then Christopher Eccleston (the 9th Doctor)

I like Hull. It's my hometown, so why wouldn't I?(usless fact about me)

I also went to the same school as Amy Johnson and Tom Courtenay did. (another usless fact about me :P)

KG