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Author's Note: Hi guys I'm baaaaaaaaack! And for a good long while too! Also quick note: yes, this is sequel. So if you've somehow stumbled into this story without reading the first two, you might want to, just to get context and such. Is this shameless self-advertising? Maybe it is. ;)

Prologue

"And we're here!" The Doctor slammed a lever forward and felt the TARDIS settle into place beneath him with a slight thump. He turned, crossing his arms and leaning against the edge of the console with a little grin. "Shall we?"

There was no answer.

He turned, raising an eyebrow. "Rey?"

"Almost finished!" Her voice echoed from a door which stood slightly open at the back of the room. He heard a thump, followed by a loud snap like that of a metal part snapping into place. Footsteps echoed from the doorway and she emerged into the console room, a staff in her hands.

His eyebrows shot up and he just stared at her for a long moment. Then he cleared his throat. "Where—where'd you get that?"

"I made it." She slid the slender weapon into a holster at her back and started past him to the door. "Where are we?" she said, turning back, her eyes shining, unable to restrain the little excited grin that threatened to burst across her face.

"Er—I don't think you're going to need that."

She raised an eyebrow. "Need what?"

"The weapon."

"I might." For a moment she just looked at him, and the smile drooped a little. "What's wrong, Doctor?"

"Is that…." He raked his fingers through his hair, staring. "Is that part of a sonic screwdriver?"

She shrugged. "It didn't work. I tested it."

"You. You tested it. Alright. Is that—" His eyes widened. "Is that part of my old console?"

"Found it lying around." She turned to the door, a little smile of excitement dancing around her lips. "Doctor—"

"Oh, alright. Carry a weapon if you have to. But I don't think—"

Before he could finish, she was out the door, his voice trailing off behind her. A cool breeze—smelling of something unfamiliar and fresh—met her and she looked down to find herself standing on white sand. She caught her breath, not quite daring to hope—and stepped around the edge of the TARDIS. A beach spread out in front of her, waves lapping onto the shore, murmuring and whispering along the sand.

And the ocean stretched out in a sheet of shimmering blue until it met the sky in a perfect line.

Before she could stop herself, she was off across the sand, splashing into the gentle waves that lapped along the shoreline. For a moment she just stood there, letting the water splash across her feet—and staring out over the endless, ever-moving sheet of blue, her breath catching in her throat at the sight.

"The sea…" Her eyes were misty. "I've heard stories…" Her voice trailed off and she looked down, watching as the water swirled around her feet. Reaching down, she trailed her fingers in the waves as they receded along the shore in a swirl of white foam.

With a curious beep, BB8 bumped against her ankles. "Go on," she said with a little laugh, making shooing motions with her hands. "You'll get wet."

He rolled backwards with a startled beep as a wave washed towards him and retreated off across the sand, letting out a series of beeps and whistles warning of the dangers of the ocean and everything connected to it. Smiling a little, she turned back to the ocean, shading her eyes against the late-morning sun as it sparkled off of the water like so many tiny diamonds.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, drawing in a deep breath and spreading her arms out as if the catch the sea breeze. She had heard tales of watery planets, shining like blue jewels in the sky, but she had never imagined—a little sigh escaped her lips and she felt as if she could plop down on the beach and stare over the waters forever, watching the ever-moving, ever-changing waves and smelling the sea air.

It smelled of adventures and faraway lands.

Her eyes popped open and she turned to the TARDIS, a grin bursting across her face. The Doctor stood leaning against the edge of the blue box, a little smile touching his lips, his hands in his pockets and his coat flapping gently. Her eyes shining, she raised a hand, beckoning him to join her.

He raised an eyebrow and grinned, jerking his head towards the mainland. Shielding her eyes against the sun, she followed his gaze—and caught her breath at the sight.

The sand sloped upward until it leveled off into a plain of dark, rich soil. Sea grasses—greener than anything she had ever seen—waved in the breeze, blocking from view the doors of several houses. The sun glinted off of the windows of what must have been a thousand more houses, and in the distance she thought she could hear the murmur of a crowd. And rising from the cluster of homes and buildings, a giant tower shot into the sky like the point of a needle, the sun glinting and glittering off of its sides.

Leaving the sea behind with a last, reluctant glance, she started up the beach. "Where are we?" she asked, stepping to the Doctor's side. "What is this place?"

"No idea!" He shot her a wild smirk. "Isn't it great?"

She raised an eyebrow. "You've got to have some idea. You brought us here."

He shrugged. "TARDIS does what she wants. Most of the time." He shot her a little half-grin and held out a hand. "Shall we?"

She smiled and slipped her hand into his, and together they started up the slope towards the city. The grasses parted before them—unable to resist it, she reached down and picked the tip of one, turning it over in her fingers and finally sniffing it—and the city spread out before them. The sun shone—so bright it almost hurt—off of houses and buildings of white stone which stretched out in clusters and chains across the mainland.

"And what manner of stranger emerges from the sea-grass like some long-sleeping being of old?" A young woman's voice called her gaze away from the shining city and she turned to see a girl, just a bit younger than her, approaching. She wore a bright, flowy dress which swished about her as she moved, and her blonde curls were piled on top of her head and held in place with glittering crystal pins. Her eyes twinkled and a little smirk tugged at her lips as she stepped forward.

"Oh—hello there! A native, brilliant!" The Doctor held out a hand with a grin. "I'm the Doctor and this is—"

"—I'm Rey."

"Alexa." She laughed, looking them up and down. "Welcome to the island, travelers."

"Oh, is it that obvious?" The Doctor smirked. "You've discovered our secret. Bit lost here—we've managed to land ourselves on the shores of this lovely—er—island, you say? And what island is that?"

Her eyebrows shot up. "You must be from far away indeed!" she said, and her voice was tinged with incredulous wonder. "For who hasn't heard of the great city of Atlantis?"

"Atlantis?" He stared at her, a slow grin spreading across his face. "This is Atlantis—the city of Atlantis itself? Rey—Rey! Did you hear that? We've landed on the shores of Atlantis! The lost city of Atlantis!" He grinned like an excited puppy and his eyes sparkled like a little boy who had just been set loose in a toy shop. "It's a real, living place! Well, not the city itself, that would be strange, but the people…"

Rey stared up at him. "Um—Doctor. It's not….lost…? What do you mean—"

"Oh—ooooh." His eyes went wide and the smile dropped from his face. He raked his fingers through his hair. "Nothing," he said. "Nothing at all." Shoving his hands in his pockets, he stared out across the city.

"Now that had better not have anything to do with me," he muttered.

Honestly I'm kind of surprised Doctor Who hasn't done something like this before. It just…..seems like something that would happen on the show. The lost city of Atlantis….it's practically made for a Doctor Who story. xD Or maybe it has? If this is a thing that's actually happened on the show please correct me so I can acknowledge that I'm a bad geek. xD