A/N: The Family aren't the only people in the universe who desire immortality. Here is a tale of some others striving to attain the proverbial fountain of youth.

I do not own Doctor Who.

On a desolate planet in the far future, a fierce, cold wind cut across a barren valley surrounded by tall, snow covered mountains. Lightening flashed across the turbulent dark sky revealing no signs of life. Halfway up a steep slope lays the entrance to a large cave. The mouth of the cave, naturally invisible from above thanks to a rocky overhang, is a rather large portal into the earth, large enough for small space ships to enter.

One such space ship pushed through the thick cloud layer and descended toward the mouth of the cave. The tiny craft slowly maneuvered through jagged rocks jutting out from all sides just inside the cave for the first fifty meters. Once clear, the tunnel became a downward slope with smooth, artificially carved walls. After about ten kilometers, the ship reached the end of the dark passageway and emerged into a vast chamber.

The sides and ceiling were rough and nondescript, the mere by-product of the machinery used to cut the chamber out of solid rock. The far wall was a gray slab of cement extending the entire height and width of the chamber. At the base of the cement wall, in the middle was an archway marking the entrance. The chamber floor was flat and paved, marked with painted lines and light strips typical of a multi-ship landing port. The port had enough spaces to accommodate forty small ships, but currently only eleven of those spaces, closest to the entrance, were occupied.

The newly arrived ship landed gently in an empty space next to another parked ship. A valet ran from the archway to greet the passengers, a man and a woman, as they exited their craft. The couple, dressed in fineries flaunting their wealthy status, walked arm in arm as they were escorted by the valet toward the archway. Once ushered through the main door, the couple was stopped at a second set of doors by a large human man in a nice, black suit sitting behind a chrome podium. The pair happily showed the man a card that proved their membership. He glanced at a monitor concealed in the podium, then opened the door for the couple to pass.

The main lobby of the facility was a large room of white painted walls and shining white marble tiles giving it an almost hospital feel. To the right of the lobby entrance stood a lone clear glass panel and to the left was a waiting area designated by a gray area rug with a black coffee table surrounded by a handful of white chairs. The middle-aged couple, who just arrived, moved to the waiting area, where eighteen other men and women stood socializing, and was greeted with open arms. Drinks were served by quiet waiters in tuxedos, and those gathered engaged themselves in friendly banter.

Finally, an anticipated announcement sounded through the lobby's speakers, and a refined excitement washed over the small crowd as they moved toward a pair of large doors across from the entrance. The doors opened and they entered an elevator chatting all the while in cheery voices. The elevator rose to the second floor and the men and woman were greeted by a group of guides in pressed suits. The excited guests of the facility were each led to their own small room. The rooms were large enough for an end table next to a single chair facing a thick floor to ceiling glass wall overlooking a large, three-story, circular room. In the center of the glass wall was a glass door that opened to a glass capsule, just large enough for a person to stand in. Once inside the rooms, the men and women stripped themselves of their finery, dressed in soft cotton dressing gowns and stepped into the capsules.

All eyes of the individuals in the capsules focused on the activity of the white circular room below. A glass cylinder connected to the ceiling extended down to about eight feet above the floor. Large clear tubes draped down from the ceiling and connected to the top of each capsule. On the floor, three computer panels on podiums faced the cylinder. Three technicians dressed in white lab coats worked at the computers while a fourth waited by the only entrance into the room.

Finally, the technicians nodded to the fourth, who pressed a button next to the entrance. The door slid open revealing an elderly man in his late sixties clothed in loose fitting white pants and a cotton pull over shirt. Directly behind him stood two humanoids in white jumpsuits and white helmets concealing their faces. The technician ushered the men inside falling in step next to the elderly man who marched forward with a solemn expression.

The elderly man stepped underneath the glass cylinder that lowered all the way to the floor, sealing him inside. He stood with his hands clasped in front him and raised his head to glare at the smiling faces in the capsules staring back at him. The hate in his deadpan stare boiled over in his faded blue eyes and he clinched his jaw to keep his rage contained. He learned a long time ago that fighting back was useless, but that didn't mean he couldn't hate.

The technician that escorted him to the cylinder gave the signal and the graying man drew in a slow breath in grim anticipation of what was coming next. He closed his eyes and there was a quick flash of white light in the cylinder. Instantly he felt the painful effects of the lethal dose of radiation and he pressed his hand against the glass to hold himself steady. He groaned and couldn't help but let his body slowly slump to the floor. With a quivering lip curled in a snarl, he saw the golden light on his hand grow ever brighter.

Suddenly, his body straightened and stiffened as he exploded with a burst of golden energy that filled the glass cylinder. The energy shot up through the cylinder and the sounds of a hidden machine whirred to life. After a few seconds, twenty hoses filled with faded yellow light that flowed like liquid to the capsules and washed over the occupants. In a moment, it was over, and the now young faces of the recipients cheered in overwhelming joy.

As the men and women left the capsules to celebrate their stolen youth, none paid any mind to the now dark haired man huddled on the floor in the glass cylinder. All they cared about was that now they would live a youthful life for another one hundred years. Money well spent. Not one of them gave a second thought about the regeneration ripped from the captive Time Lord, their Nectar of the Gods.

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One hundred years later.

"Martha!" the Doctor shouted as he frantically fished around in the pockets of his blue jacket and tan overcoat.

Martha Jones, who was sitting on the bench next to the console of the TARDIS, stared at him with a startled, worried look. "What is it?" she asked with growing alarm.

He paused and stared at her as if the universe just ended, "I'm out of bananas!"

Her mouth dropped open in disbelief as she watched him quickly push buttons and flip switches on the console sending the time machine who knows where.

"This is horrible, Martha," he spoke with utter seriousness, "I just can't do without bananas."

Once she realized the Doctor wasn't serious, or maybe he was and she hoped he wasn't, Martha couldn't help but laugh. "It's not the end of the world, is it?"

"Depends on which world," he shot her a teasing glance that quickly turned into a cheery grin, "so how does Hawaii sound?" Martha's smile grew wider as did his. "Say summer, nineteen sixty-nine," he continued, "What a fun year! Best bananas in the universe."

"That sounds fun! Maybe I can try out surfing."

The Doctor laughed, "It's not as easy as it looks. Fair warning."

"Does that mean you, the Doctor-who-can-do-anything, can't surf?" she teased.

He took mock offense, "I didn't say that!"

"Sounds like you'll have to prove it."

"You're on," he raised his eyebrows and pointed a finger at her, "After I get some bananas, of course."

The TARDIS shuddered slightly with a soft thud and the Doctor beamed, "Ah, Hawaii. Nineteen sixty-nine!"

Martha bound for the door in delight and opened it, coming to a sudden halt. The Time Lord followed behind her using the sonic to tint his glasses and he slid them onto his face with a smug grin. "Uh, Doctor," his companion said as she stared up at a dull, gray cement wall before her, "I don't think this is Hawaii."

He stepped past her out of the TARDIS, quickly tore off the glasses and stared up at the wall in disbelief. "Hm," he said sniffed the air, "Smells like the forty-second century." Martha stood next to him looking around at the vastness of the cavern they found themselves in. "Where are we?" she asked in quiet awe.

"I don't know, but I think he's about to tell us."

Martha dropped her gaze onto a suited valet quickly approaching them. "Good evening, sir and madam," the man, who appeared to be a human in his early forties, greeted them in a rushed tone. His expression showed a quick glimmer of confusion as he studied the pair, but resumed a neutral look.

"Hello," the Doctor answered pleasantly while closing the TARDIS doors behind him.

"Welcome to Nectar of the Gods," the valet continued, "Please, right this way." The man turned on his heel and quickly led the way toward to the arched entrance.

The Time Lord gave Martha that look of curiosity she'd come to know so well and shoved his hands in his trouser pockets as the two followed close behind the valet. Martha lightly tapped the Doctor's arm to get his attention and quietly mouthed, 'nectar of the gods?' He shrugged his shoulders and mouthed back, 'No idea.'

Martha nodded slowly and couldn't help but feel slightly worried. When the Doctor didn't know something, it meant things usually turned to disaster and ended up with the two of them running for their lives. She glanced behind her at the TARDIS and noted how out of place the little blue police box was sitting there in a designated space ship parking spot next to a proper space ship fifty times its size.

The valet opened the entrance doors and stood aside motioning for them to enter. The Time Lord's eyes ran over everything in sight, committing every detail to memory. The pair walked up to the interior double doors and stopped in front of a chrome podium where a large man in a suit sat behind.

"Names?" the man said with a bored tone as if he'd asked that question a hundred times.

"I'm the Doctor," the Doctor answered evenly and motioned to his companion, "and this is Martha Jones." Martha smiled as pleasantly as she could.

The suited man looked down and glanced at something on the podium. He nodded slightly and looked at the Doctor expectantly. When the Time Lord gave him a blank look, he raised an eyebrow, "You're membership card?"

"Oh! Right! Of course," the Doctor chuckled as he dug into the pocket of his overcoat and produced his wallet. He opened it and held it up to the man. "See. Here it is. My Nectar of the Gods membership card," he showed him the psychic paper with a convincing grin. The man simply smiled, "Enjoy your stay, Doctor and Ms. Jones." The double doors opened and he watched Martha and the Doctor stride through.

Martha did not like the smile on that door man's face. It sent chills down her spine. A part of her wanted to just turn right around, get back in the TARDIS, and leave. Alas, she knew better than that. The Doctor's incorrigible curiosity would not, could not be swayed. So, she quickened her pace to remain at his side and entered Nectar of the Gods.

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The man at the podium waited until the doors closed behind the new arrivals and pushed a button on the podium's panel. "Sir, a Time Lord has just entered the facility," he reported in an even tone.

"A Time Lord?" replied the slightly surprised voice of a distinguished middle-aged man.

"Yes sir. He's wearing a blue suit and tan overcoat. The woman with him is human."

"Wonderful. You know what to do," the voice replied sounding quite pleased.

A/N: reviews would be wonderful! thank you