Apocalypse Rising (Book Three)

Daleks in Manhattan

You'll have to go to the bottom to see the episode the Doctor appears in. :) Thank girlwhowaited1110 for bumping you guys up to 98 comments! O.O Awesome job!

Anyway, the next question I will answer during the EPILOGUE of this story is: Which episode will the Torchwood crossover be? There's a reason I've put Torchwood in here, and let me tell you, I am really excited for Caly to meet the team. :)

If you guys get to a MINIMUM of 80 comments, I will answer which season. Get to 90, I'll tell you which half of the season. Get at least 100, I will say which episode. :) You guys can do it!

Anyway, start reading! And thanks to everyone who participated during Caly's takeover days!

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"Where are we?" Martha asked, stepping out of the TARDIS.

"Ah, smell that Atlantic breeze! Nice and cold. Lovely," the Apocalypse sighed happily before looking up and grinning. "Martha, have you met my friend?"

Martha turned and gasped. "Is that?" She pointed at the Statue of Liberty, and the Apocalypse nodded, grinning. "Oh, my God! That's the Statue of Liberty!"

"Gateway to the New World!" the Apocalypse whooped, holding her arms out. "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free."

"That's so brilliant!" Martha gushed. "I've always wanted to go to New York!" She smirked. "I mean the real New York, not the new new new new new new one."

"You missed a few news," the Apocalypse sniggered. "But it was so good, they named it twice. Mind you, it was New Amsterdam originally. Harder to say twice. No wonder it didn't catch on. New Amsterdam, New Amsterdam . . . "

"I wonder what year it is," Martha thought before pointing. "Because look, the Empire State Building's not even finished yet."

"Work in progress," the Apocalypse tilted her head as Martha headed over to a newspaper. "Still got a couple floors to go, and if I know my history, that makes the date somewhere around - "

"November 1st, 1930," Martha read from the paper.

The Apocalypse blinked before pouting when she saw the newspaper. "That's cheating!"

Martha rolled her eyes fondly. "Eighty years ago," she estimated as the Apocalypse walked over to her. "It's funny, because you see all those old newsreels in black and white like it's so far away, but here we are. It's real. It's now." She grinned at the Apocalypse, not seeing her narrow her eyes as she scanned the paper. "Come on, then, you! Where do you want to go first?"

"I think our detour just got longer," the Apocalypse pointed.

Martha read off the article she was looking at. "Hooverville Mystery Deepens.'" She frowned. "What's Hooverville?"

"Come on," the Apocalypse told her, heading off. Martha hurried to catch up as they went through Central Park. "Herbert Hoover, thirty first President of the USA, came to power a year ago. Up till then, New York was a boom town. The Roaring Twenties, and then - "

"The Wall Street Crash, yeah?" Martha asked, and the Apocalypse nodded. "When was that, 1929?"

"Yeah. Whole economy wiped out overnight. Thousands of people unemployed. All of a sudden, the huddled masses doubled in number with nowhere to go. So they ended up here in Central Park."

"What, they actually live in the park?" Martha asked incredulously as they entered a shabby town. "In the middle of the city?"

"Ordinary people lost their jobs," the Apocalypse told her. "Couldn't pay the rent, and they lost everything. There are places like this all over America. No one's helping them. You only come to Hooverville when there's nowhere else to go - "