This is a cross-over of sorts. Between Doctor Who and my own personal series The Haven Chronicles (which can be found here: /foreverforsakenproducton). I'm writing this to get away from my other FF and to get away from my project...

Chapter One: Towers Shadow

"Doctor Barkley, you have a call on line one." The young secretary's voice chimed through the intercom.

Johnathan Barkley had already insisted that all his calls be put on hold; He was a busy man after all. But had this young arrogant woman listened? No, she never did. Barkley knew he should've fired her long ago-he probably would've fired her on the stop, if his mind weren't otherwise occupied.

Staring out the window, ninety floors up, Barkley was transfixed by the city beneath him. All the scum of this city had no idea what was in store for them. No idea what had already begun to unfold. But that was fine. Everything was going according to plan.

Turning away from the window, he fishes a needle out of his Earth Import Oak Table and jabs himself in the arm. A grin of ecstasy washing over his face.

"Doctor Barkley?" The secretary croaked again, "Should I pa-"

The sentence was cut off, her words replaced with her soft death rattle. Barkley started laughing before turning back to the window and once more staring out at the scum of Haven.

"So where are we going?" Clara Oswald asked as she leaned against a rail in the TARDIS.

"I'm not entirely sure," The Doctor ran around the console, flipping switches, examining gauges and monitors and looks generally flustered, "the TARDIS isn't exactly cooperating."

"What do you mean cooperating?"

"I mean she's putting up a fight! trying to land somewhere she doesn't want to land."

There was a hiss from somewhere in the TARDIS as the engines began to settle; The gentle cosmic screeching as the ship landed. The Doctor stood at a monitor, looking at the screen, trying to figure out where they were... and he didn't like the looks of it.

Clara was already at the door before The Doctor could tell her not to open it.

She was thrust into a bustling urban wasteland; hundreds-if not thousands of people rushed by her, lugging with them briefcases and Styrofoam cups. It was strange that these people ignored her, after all had she not just walked out of a big blue box that had appeared out of thin air?

She turned around to see if The Doctor was still in the TARDIS and found him standing, staring at her from the doorway.

"What?" she asked him, her hands on either side of her hips.

"It's best if we don't stay here..."

"and why's that? where are we? New York? Tokyo?"

"I'm not sure," The Doctor said, still staring from the doorway.

"What do you mean you're not sure? I thought you knew everything!"

"Do you hear that?" asked The Doctor.

"Hear what?"

"Shh-Wait..." He placed his fingers on his temple, "Oh... Wait. no... Shh! Where are you? who are you?"

"What are you-" before she could finish The Doctor darted off through the crowd, gracefully gliding past the hustle and bustle of business men. Without hesitation Clara followed.