So, this sounded like a good idea at midnight last night when I typed this up. Now I'm not entirely sure about it, and I don't really know where it's going next, or whether or not I'm actually going to finish it. This also the first fanfic I've written in about a year, so I'm afraid I'm a bit rusty and had trouble keeping everyone in character. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! :)

Edit because this is required oui? I do not own Doctor Who nor Big Time Rush. :C

The gears of the TARDIS ground together creating that vworpvworp sound as the blue box materialized on a busy street corner. Oddly enough, not a single person looked twice at the thing, hardly even taking notice of it. The doors opened and a man in a tweed coat and red bow tie stepped out into the harsh sunlight. "Los Angeles, California, America!" he cried. A long-legged, red-headed girl stepped out behind him, her husband in tow.

"Doctor, why, did you bring us here?" the blonde man asked, making a face. However, the Doctor was far to busy fidgeting with his sonic screwdriver and seemed to ignore the question. There was a long pause before he replied.

"Hush Rory, brain thinking. I'm on to something. Something..." he trailed off mid-thought as the sonic began to beep wildly. "Come on, I'll need you around in case I do something clever!" With that he dashed away, not bothering to check if his companions were following. Amy and Rory rolled their eyes at each other, and then followed their alien friend across the busy LA street.

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The Doctor grimaced at his screwdriver and tapped it on the palm of his hand. "There's something not right here. The sonic's on the blink though, I'm having trouble pinpointing exactly what that something is." Amy and Rory had finally caught up with him, after a crazy chase through a rather busy part of the city, and were now breathless.

"Okay, Doctor. So you don't know what it is, but how do you even know something's wro-"

The Doctor cut her off then as the green light at the end of the screwdriver in his hand began to flash. He watched it for a moment before looking up at the building they were standing next to. "Palm Woods Hotel," he said, reading the sign aloud. "Come along Ponds, we're investigating!"

Amy sighed in relief when she stepped into the cool, air conditioned hotel lobby. "It's bloody hot out there," she grumbled. Already the Doctor had run off and was nowhere to be seen. Then she yelped in surprise and jumped backwards, stepping on Rory's feet as she did so, when a Latino boy wearing a helmet and rollerblades raced past.

"Sorry!" he called over his shoulder. This caused him to crash into a couch and fall to the ground. The two adults stood there looking on in shock, but the boy promptly jumped to his feet and shouted, "Yes!" Another boy came rushing down the hall, from the same direction in which the first had come, clearly excited.

"Dude that was awesome!" he shouted, running past Amy and Rory. But then he stopped in his tracks, turned around, and looked curiously at them. "This is a normal thing," he explained, shrugging.

Just then the Doctor appeared again, popping up from behind a couch. He approached the boy who had spoken and scanned him up and down with the sonic. " 'Scuse me, what year is this?"

The brown-haired boy raised an eyebrow at the strange man. "Uh, 2011?" It was more of a question than a statement.

"Oi, of course!" the Doctor exclaimed, slapping his forehead and peering at the watch on his wrist. "Would you have a fez by any chance?" The timelord patted his head as though it felt too bare without some sort of strange hat.

"A fez? Er, no. Sorry bro."

"Bro, bro, what does that even mean! You silly twenty-first century Americans and your slang, there's a reason I stick to the English folks. And no fezzes, you really must fix this, fezzes are cool you know."

All this seemed to put off the teenage boy. He pointed over his shoulder with one thumb and mumbled, "I'd really better... you know. Go. Over there. And uh. Yeah." He spun on his heel and joined his friend, who was now trying, increasingly desperately, to remove his rollerblades.

"So Doctor. Now that you've loitered in a hotel lobby and scared a little boy, what's next on your agenda?" Amelia asked sarcastically. She was used to this sort of behavior; after all, she had been traveling with the Doctor for some time now, and him being socially awkward was nothing new.

"Well," he replied, not even taking notice of the playful insult, "I need you two to see if there's have been any strange going-ons around here. I, meanwhile, have more investigating to do." Without another word he exited the hotel, leaving the married couple on their own.

Rory made a face, not entirely impressed with the Doctor leaving them in the middle of an unfamiliar city, with no money, no maps, no anything. It was downright impractical. "Alright, where do we start?" he asked, knowing that Amy fully planned to follow the time lord's orders.

"We can chat with those two over there," Amy said, meaning the one they had just spoken with, and his friend, the one they had almost been killed by.

"Yes, but they're just boys and-" The woman didn't wait for her husband to finish his thought, she just grabbed him by the forearm and dragged him across the lobby floor. "Go on," she whispered, nudging Rory towards the two kids, who were far too engrossed in attempting to untangle the mess they had made of the shoelaces to notice the pair. Rory groaned inwardly, but took another step forward.

"Uhm hello. Boys. I'm a uh. An inspector. For the Department of... Inspection, and I just need to know if you've seen anything... strange around here lately."

The brown-haired one they had talked to earlier spoke first. "Yeah, in fact, there have been some weird thing happening around here. My Cuda products keep going missing." He shot an accusatory glare at the Latino boy next to him.

"Er..." Rory began.

"No wait! We need to have a conference," the boy wearing the helmet said, pulling his friend aside as best he could without either of them actually standing up. "What if," he said, making no attempt to keep his voice down, "What if they're spies. I mean, you heard that accent. They're English spies!"

Rory shot a bemused glance at Amy and shrugged. Amy just grinned and shook her head. "Alright lads, listen to this," she said loudly, taking charge of the situation. "We're not spies from England, we're just doing some... undercover work. And we need your cooperation or..." she trailed off, allowing their imaginations to come up with a worse punishment than she could have come up with herself. "So why don't you tell us your names?"

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The Doctor was stumped, and he was more than glad that his companions weren't around to see it. He was supposed to be the genius, he was supposed to solve everything, and they were supposed to admire him. That's how it went. The Doctor wasn't supposed to be just as confused as any human would be. He was the time lord victorious for god's sake! He sighed resignedly, and then had a brilliant idea. Maybe something would show up on the TARDIS' scanners! With this thought giving him new hope, he headed off in what he hoped was the direction of his blue box.

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"Oh god, I hope James and Carlos are okay," Logan fretted. He and Kendall had gone to the library to study, but they had been gone for nearly three hours now. And both knew that with three hours, the other two members of their band could have managed to burn down the Palm Woods. They were now on their way home though, and there were no clouds of smoke in the sky, so that was a good sign.

"Of course they're okay. At least they should be. Carlos won't take off his helmet, and James wouldn't do anything that might ruin his hair, so we know at least that they're probably not hurt," Kendall said. What he said was true, although he chuckled when he said it.

"Yeah, you're probably right." They walked in silence after this, until Logan apparently spotted something that excited his inner history geek. "Oh my god!" he shouted, squealing like a fangirl. "Do you know what that is?" He didn't expect an answer really, and ran off without waiting for one. Kendall followed, curious as to what had gotten his friend so excited.

When he finally caught up with the shorter boy, Logan was standing next to... a blue telephone booth? "Er, Logan, don't get me wrong, this is totally cool and all but uh... what's the big deal? It's a phone booth."

Logan rolled his eyes at his blonde friend. "No. It's a police box, used in England in the fifties. See, there's a little phone in here that allows officers to contact their station," he explained, gesturing to a little panel on the box, "and in here there's a stool and things for the officers," he continued, pushing open the doors. Then he froze. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped in shock and in awe. "Holy. Crap," he and Kendall said in unison.