The Rebels of the Fallen

Daleks in Manhattan

'I know I promised-'

'Don't say it.'

'But hear me out-'

'We're going to Vanriepra. You already said.'

'What if we went to a place just like it?'

'?! No?!'

'Classic New York, it's bound to be raining there. Isn't that exciting?'

'Why?!'

'Because! I just think it would be better.'

'New York is better than Vanriepra?'

'Yes. How would you know? You've never been.'

'This. This is why your decisions were revoked.'

'It'll just be a quick detour. I will let you pick up your...son...'

'...honest?'

'Yes.'

'If you're lying I'll kill you.'

'I know.'

==ROTF==

The TARDIS landed with her usual fanfare.

When it made its final this, I rushed to the door. Already I could feel the chill of New York November air. Throwing the door open I leapt outside.

At the chill, I cheered in delight. The Doctor and Martha followed me. The Doctor grinned at me, happy to see me taking this so well. Martha was more curious about the atmosphere.

"Where are we? Doesn't look like Van- Whatever." Martha pointed out.

"Can't you smell it?" I asked, a beaming smile on my face. Taking a deep breath, I could smell the Atlantic Ocean. "That beautiful Atlantic breeze."

At that moment, a breeze blew in our faces. My hands went to my arms, rubbing in the cool air. "That chill that lasts until the afternoon."

I turn around, seeing a great big green lady behind us. "And the piece de resistance." I made a sweeping gesture towards the Statue of Liberty. "Which makes sense, since she's French originally."

Martha turned to the statue, and her jaw dropped. She burst out laughing.

I looked over at the Doctor. We both grinned.

"Is that?" Martha kept on laughing. "Oh, my God. That's the Statue of Liberty."

"Gateway to the New World. Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free." The Doctor recited.

"That's so brilliant." Martha cheered, exhaling in delight. It made a white cloud into the air. "I've always wanted to go to New York. I mean the real New York, not the new, new, new, new, new one."

"But this is the real deal!" I cheered. "The original Big Apple! The great city of New York, New York!"

Martha laughed. "Woah. I don't think I've ever seen you that excited for...anyplace."

"Cause this is my land!" I shouted, taking a few steps closer to the shoreline. I spread arms out, doing a little twirl. "Good NYC! So good they named it twice." I cheered, almost ready to burst. I turned back to Martha and the Doctor. "America. Land of the free, home of the brave. Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness." I took another deep breath. "This is home."

"You're from New York?" Martha asked, curious.

"No- it's just where I ended up the most. Like him with England." I replied. "Mostly anywhere in America. Well the South was a favorite. They've got Disney World down there."