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Voyage of the Damned

A/N: This is only the first chapter, no others will be posted on this site. I only made this account because another wattpad user had started to post my stories without my permission. If you would like to read the rest of the completed story, please see the external link ;)

~8~ is a scene break

~/~\~ is a flashback (of which there will be 3 per story)

'italics' is the Doctor/Professor speaking telepathically.

The Professor, in this story, is a lean, blue eyed woman, with blond hair pulled into a ponytail, who wears a grey/blue thin strap tank top, knee length black cargo pants, black shoes, and black fingerless gloves, along with a (very familiar) sonic blaster in a holster around her waist.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who...otherwise I'd have a TARDIS of my own parked outside...

~8~

Voyage of the Damned

The Professor quickly got to work, flicking various controls on the console, the Doctor shaking his head and following her lead as they closed the TARDIS walls, pushing out the ship before materializing within it.

He moved to step out of the box when the Professor pulled him back. He gave her a curious look but then realization dawned on him as she peeked out quickly, seeing what was out there as they hadn't checked the monitors before hand. When she seemed to deem it all clear she stepped out and into a supply closet. By the time he'd stepped out after her and closed the TARDIS door behind him she was already peeking out the doors to the main hall. She looked back and nodded, stepping out and waiting for him to follow.

They ended up in a wood paned room, spotted with potted palms and Christmas decorations, people dressed in early 20th century garb milling around while waiters passed out some treats and champagne. There was a band playing in another room, a slower version of 'Jingle Bells.' The Doctor glanced at the Professor to see her giving the room and people a quick onceover before turning her attention to a golden, robotic angel in a white robe.

"Right…" he eyed one as it twitched.

"Attention all passengers," a man called over the loudspeaker, "The Titanic is now in orbit above Sol 3, also known as Earth. Population: Human. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Christmas."

~8~

The Doctor and Professor stood before a video terminal, watching a bald man with a laughably thin moustache sitting behind a desk, "Max Capricorn Cruise Liners, the fastest, the farthest, the best. And I should know because my name is Max," he smiled, his golden tooth glinting in the light, before the screen reverted back to the cruise logo.

The Doctor straightened his tie, now dressed in his black suit again, the Professor wearing loose, black dress pants and vest over a red button dress shirt, similar to the outfit she had worn to Lazarus Labs. They turned and walked into reception, passing a steward who called out, "Merry Christmas, sir, ma'am."

"Merry Christmas," the Doctor greeted though the Professor barely acknowledge the greeting.

Once they walked into the ballroom, they passed a man with slicked back hair on a sort of communication device, "It's not a holiday for me, not while I've still got my vone. Now do as I say and sell!" he walked off and the Professor gave the room another look.

The Doctor walked over to one of the robotic angels, "Evening. Passengers 56 and 57. Terrible memory. Remind me. Uh, you would be..."

"Information: Heavenly Host supplying tourist information," it replied.

"Good, so, um...tell me, 'cos I'm an idiot…where are we from?"

"Information: the Titanic is en route from the planet Sto in the Cassavalian Belt. The purpose of the cruise is to experience primitive cultures."