Chapter Two

Micky opened the door.

"Welcome to our pad." He said to the Doctor and Rose.

They stepped inside and stared around at the interior of the beach house. None of the furniture matched and there were several strange pictures and objects scattered around the room.

"Wow, quite an eclectic style you have here." The Doctor commented.

"Yeah, well, we really don't have the money to make the place look fancy, but we like it." Micky replied.

He pointed over to the man with the wool hat who was leaning up against the wall watching them.

"This is Mike." He said.

"Howdy." Mike said in a slow Texan drawl.

He pointed over to the kitchen where a tall, blonde man and a short, dark haired man stood looking at them.

"That's Peter." He said pointing to the blonde man. "And that's Davy."

"Hi." Peter said shyly.

"Hello." Davy said.

"This is the Doctor and Rose." Micky finished up.

"Hello." The Doctor said.

"Nice to meet all of you." Rose added, smiling and waving at all of them.

She paused when she looked at Davy. He was staring at her, entranced, and she could have sworn there were tiny stars twinkling in his eyes. Micky looked where she was looking, rolled his eyes and let out a huge sigh.

"Davy." He said walking over to him and waving his hands in front of his face. "Davy, wake up. I think this one's spoken for."

"You're lovely." Davy said in a dreamy voice as he stared at Rose.

"Davy, no." Peter said shaking Davy's shoulder.

Davy walked around them towards Rose. The Doctor narrowed his eyes when Davy grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it.

"Rose is such a beautiful name. It fits you perfectly." He said softly.

"Um…thanks."Rose said hesitantly.

She frowned. There really were tiny stars in his eyes. She'd never seen anything like it.

Peter and Micky noticed the look of death in the Doctor's eyes and walked over to him.

"Okay, Davy, that's enough of the Romeo bit. We have to practice now." Micky said. "Let's go before Rose's boyfriend decks you."

"Your hair is so beautiful. Golden like the sunshine."

Micky and Peter looked at each other. Mike sighed and walked over towards them.

"Out of the way, I'll handle this." He said to them.

He positioned himself behind Davy, paused a moment and then gave him a swift kick in the rear. Davy gasped and grabbed his aching behind.

"What the bloody hell was that for?" he said angrily to Mike.

He yelled when Mike grabbed him by the ear.

"Come on, Davy, practice time." He said pulling him towards the stage.

"Alright, I'm coming, I'm coming, Jesus, let go of my bloody ear before you tear it off!" Davy yelled as Micky and Peter walked behind him snickering.

He let go of his ear and picked up his guitar from its stand. Davy glared at him as he rubbed his aching ear.

"You didn't have to do that!" he protested.

"On the contrary, I was getting you out of there before the Doctor put his fist through your face." He said quietly. "I believe the two of them are together so if I were you, I'd lay off this one."

"I was just saying hello to her. What's the harm in that?"

"With you, it's never just hello." Micky said settling behind the drums.

Davy sighed angrily and picked up his tambourine as Peter fingered his bass.

"So, what are we playing?" Mike asked looking at the others.

"How about 'I'm A Believer'?" Micky said.

Mike nodded.

"Everyone ready? Okay, and a 1 and a 2 and a…"

They launched into the song as the Doctor and Rose sat down in a couple of chairs and listened quietly. Rose tapped her feet along to the song as the Doctor bobbed his head.

"They're really good." Rose whispered to the Doctor.

"Yes, they are." The Doctor replied.

They finished the song and the Doctor and Rose clapped enthusiastically. The Monkees bowed and smiled.

"That was fantastic." The Doctor said. "I loved it."

"Thanks." Micky said. "We're pretty proud of it."

"I can't believe you guys are out of work." Rose said. "You are good."

The Monkees smiled at each other.

"I wish others felt the same way." Micky replied. "We've been struggling for a couple of years just to make ends meet. We've do have a few fans, but so far no one's been enough of a fan to offer us a record deal."

"That's too bad." The Doctor said. "I've heard a lot of different music groups throughout my lifetime and I have to say that you guys are extremely talented."

The Monkees looked at each other.

"You've heard a lot of different bands?" Mike asked.

"Yes, I have."

The Monkees looked at each other with wide eyes.

"Are you an agent?" Micky said hopefully. "Do you know someone who might be able to sign us to a label?"

"No, I'm sorry." The Doctor said. "I didn't mean it like that. I just mean in my travels, I've listened to many bands and enjoyed their music. I'm not affiliated with any record label and I don't know any agents."

The Monkees' faces fell.

"Drat, shoulda known it was foolish to get my hopes up." Micky muttered.

Rose stared at him sadly.

"Well, wait, you guys are going to do a show tonight, aren't ya?" she asked. "Maybe there will be someone from the music industry there."

"I doubt it." Peter said.

"Why not?" the Doctor asked.

"Because it's some rich society woman. Her daughter is having a birthday party." Davy said bitterly. "We're playing for her and her friends for a night. It's not the kind of gig we enjoy doing, but it's a hundred bucks and that's a hundred bucks more than we have right now."

"That's all we ever get." Peter added. "If it isn't a birthday party, it's some store opening or a school dance. Little stuff like that. We never get invited to any industry bigwig's party and get signed to his label. We get invited to Max Steinberg's bar mitzvah or something like that."

"And if it keeps up, we'll soon be playing at a funeral near you." Micky added.

"Don't think like that." Rose said. "Things have to look up for ya, soon."

"I hope so." Micky said. "Because I don't think we can keep this up for much longer. It's getting harder and harder to pay the rent and if we don't hit it big soon, we may lose this house and have to break up."

"Yeah, our landlord is really breathing down our neck." Peter said.

Suddenly, the room shook as someone banged repeatedly on the front door.

"I'll get it,"Davy said putting down his tambourine and hopping off the stage.

He walked over to the front door. Opened the little door just above his head, he tried to look out it. He wasn't tall enough to see out, so he closed it and opened the door. The Monkees groaned when their landlord, Mister Babbitt, stood there with his arms folded over his chest.

"Mister Babbitt," Davy said.

"I want the rent," Babbitt said holding out his hand.

"We just paid the rent," Mike said angrily.

"Yeah, that was for two months ago. You still owe me this month and last month's rent and I want it now!"

"We'll have it tonight. We're playing a gig," Davy said.

"You better have it or out you go!" Babbitt said. "I'm not letting you stay here for free. I've tolerated you long-haired weirdoes longer than most people probably would have, but my patience is at an end. Either you pay me what you owe me or you can find someplace else to live!"

He noticed the Doctor and Rose for the first time.

"Who are they?" he said pointing to them.

"They're…friends," Micky said. "They came over to watch us practice."

"Well, as long as that's all they're gonna do. I'm not running a hippie commune here. If they stay with you, then you're gonna have to pay extra rent."

"I assure you, we are just visiting. Rose and I have a home of our own," The Doctor said angrily.

"Good, and if you had any sense, you would go home and stay far away from these idiots. They're nothing but troublemakers."

"Now wait just a moment!" Davy said angrily. "I resent that. We are not troublemakers! You know what I'm gonna do to you for saying that?"

"WHAT?" Babbitt said putting his hands on his hips and staring at him menacingly.

Davy stared at him. He noticed a button on his vest was unbuttoned.

"I'm gonna fix this for you," He said buttoning it up and pulling on the bottom of the vest.

Babbitt snorted softly.

"That's what I thought," he muttered.

He looked at the other Monkees.

"You have until tomorrow morning to get me the rent or else I…"

He paused and stared at Davy who was now using a tiny whisk brush to dust the crumbs and lint off his vest.

"What are you doing?" he asked him.

"Tidying you up?" Davy said looking at him.


Davy threw the whisk brush up in the air and ran back towards the stage.

"Tomorrow morning! I mean it!" Babbitt said glaring at them.

The Monkees jumped as he slammed the door so hard the house shook.

"Hey, guys?"

Everyone looked at Micky.

"Yeah, Mick?" Mike asked.

Micky held up his drumstick.

"If I went up to Babbitt and jammed this up his rear end, could you guys buy me another one?" he asked.

"No, Mick."

"Darn," Micky said lowering the drumstick.

Rose stared at the dejected and worried faces of their new friends. She looked at the Doctor.

"Isn't there something we could do to help them out?" she said softly. "I'd hate for them to lose this house and have to split up."

"What did you have in mind?" the Doctor replied.

"Well, I mean, can't we use the TARDIS to find them a better place to play than this woman's birthday party? Somewhere where they could make some real money that would last them for awhile? Maybe even get them noticed?"

The Doctor considered that. A smile suddenly spread across his face.

"I think I can handle that," he said to her.

Rose smiled.

"Shall we commence with the whole showing them the TARDIS and explaining it's bigger on the inside routine?" he asked Rose.

"Yes, let's do it."

The Doctor looked at the Monkees who were conferring quietly amongst themselves. He cleared his throat loudly and they looked at him.

"I think I may be able to help you lot out," he said.

The Monkees looked at each other.

"How?" Mike asked.

The Doctor smiled.

"Just follow us. Rose and I want to show you something."

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