Hello, thank you for clicking on this fic (I'm guessing you've clicked on it otherwise you wouldn't be reading this unless you had some sort of mind reading powers- so who am I to judge) but anyway yes, I know this is very short, tiny even but I have a habit of starting something and then never ever ever following up on it so I decided to at least get something done. Oh and sorry for my writing style- I think that any skill I did have deteriorated over the Christmas Holiday and um yes I'm rambling sorry. so enjoy!

The TARDIS gasped into existence and a skinny man cautiously stuck his head out of one of its deep blue door. After seeing that it was safe he stepped outside and took a deep breath of air before sticking his tongue out and replacing it back in his mouth again.

"Uh Donna?" he called "I'm sorry, I seem to be a bit off Barcelona again- both the planet and the place." He paused for a second before adding "Hmm, actually I think we might be in Scotland- well at least the air tastes Scottish, so in one way we're on the right planet. Ah well anyway always loved Scotland me- who needs Barcelona? Although last time I came I did have a spot of trouble with a werewolf and then there was the good Queen Victoria, oh that was fun but then again I suppose you could say that old Vickie 'was not amused'"

"OY SPACEMAN, STOP TALKING" came Donna's shout from inside the TARDIS. She stepped outside to join the Doctor before continuing her sentence. She made movements pointing to her clothes which were obviously designed for a hotter climate. "I WAS DRESSED FOR BARCELONA AND YOU TOOK US TO SCOTLAND, I MEAN SCOTLAND. I COULD GO THERE ON A CHEAP HOLIDAY; I HAVE BEEN THERE ON A CHEAP HOLIDAY! 'ANYTIME ANYPLACE' YOU SAID. SO OF COURSE YOU TAKE US TO BLOODY FREEZING SCOTLAND. COULDN'T WE OF LEAST GONE TO PLANET OF THE GINGER COWS OR SOMETHING- OH YOU AND YOUR UNRELIABLE BO-"

"Um Donna" was the doctors reply, he seemed almost nervous to interrupt her and took a step backwards as if he was expecting a slap "I think that all your shouting might be upsetting the locals." He gestured towards the small but growing crowd of people watching them.

"Oh" was her response. She took a few seconds to take the crowd in before wondering in her usual loud tone "What do they think there looking at? Surely they've seen two people arguing before"

"Well…" The Doctor muttered. "I wouldn't really call it arguing, I was just standing there whilst you shouted abuse at myself, The TARDIS and Scotland generally as a whole-"

But his ramblings couldn't go any further as a tall man in a purple dress robe was striding towards him, he gait surprisingly fast for his obvious old age. His eyes had a harsh determined look to them and were looking out from behind a pair of half-moon glasses. In one of his hands a long decorative stick was held. A man of his age would of usually of looked vulnerable but this old man had an impressive sense of power surrounding him. He reached the Doctor and Donna and stuck the stick into the hollow on The Doctor's neck.

"OY GRANDPA" Came the shout of Donna's complaints as she was pushed to the side by an invisible force.

The Doctor took a forced step backwards, his eyes flickering between the man with his face alarmingly close to his and the wooden object that he was currently being threatened by.

The nervous look on his face quickly turned into one of confusion as the man said in a calm but cold voice "Well Barty Crouch Junior, I was certainly not expecting to see you here."