Hello, and welcome! My name's Green217, and I'm new here... ANYWAYS.

I really love 'Trapped in an elevator' fics, so I thought I'd give it a go. The characters stuck shall be: Donna Noble, Captain Jack Harkness, Rose Tyler, and one of my favorite doctors, Nine.

I mean really, take two of the sassiest people in the Whoniverse, the Bad Wolf, and a flirtatious Captain and put them in an elevator together.

What could possibly go wrong?

DISCLAIMER OF DOOM: I do not yet own Dr. Who, but I'm working on it.

Chapter One: The best temp in Chiswick meets Spaceman meets the Handsome Captain meets the Bad Wolf.

Donna was having a bad day. She just got fired from her job for reasons she found to be completely ridiculous, (who fires you for the loudness of your voice?) and was now making the walk of shame to the elevator that lead to the ground floor.

She pressed the down arrow and frowned. This elevator's always been slow. She thought spitefully.

It dinged and the doors opened. One other man was inside, but she paid him no heed, pressing the button marked 'G' before the doors closed.

The other man was was tapping his foot impatiently, and kept muttering under his breath. Donna turned to him. Well now, theres an odd fellow. She thought as she looked at him.

The man wore a worn leather jacket with a green V neck sweater, some unimpressive jeans and black shoes. All of this seemed out of place for an office building, but what was really out of place were his ears. They were gargantuan.

"Can I help you?" He said in a distinctly northern accent. Donna realized she had been staring.

"It's nothing." She said before turning back to the elevator. It dinged again, and two more people stepped inside.

The first was a pretty blond girl who wore to much pink for Donna's tastes, and a handsome man wearing a long coat and suspenders.

The girl nodded to Donna before pushing a button to get to the floor she wanted. The man winked at Leather Jacket and punched a button.

The elevator began to move again with a temperamental groan. Donna frowned at the sound, but Leather Jacket jumped.

"Oi, mate! Don't jump in the elevator!" Donna said. Leather Jacket gave a big smile.

"Shoulda taken the stairs." He said. Donna was about to reply when the elevator screeched to a halt.

"Um... Did the elevator just stop?" Pink said nervously.

"Yes it did! Fantastic!" Leather Jacket said pulling out a silver thingy with a blue tip.

He then proceeded to wave it in the air as it made a whirring nse. Donna failed to see how that was going to help anything, but Leather Jacket seemed adamant.

"Well. We're stuck!" Leather Jacket said a little too excitedly.

"Well that's just lovely sunshine! How am I supposed to get home now?" Donna said irratibly.

Leather Jacket shrugged that stupid smile still on his face. Donna wanted to wipe it off.

"I can't believe this. I'm stuck in an elevator. I thought that only happened on the telly!" Pink said. Then she groaned.

"My mum'll want me to sue." She said.

Hottie clapped his hands getting everyone's attention.

"If we're going to be stuck here, I think we should all tell each other our names." He said with a grin.

"Hello, I'm Captain Jack Harkness." He said looking at Leather Jacket, who seemed annoyed by being singled out.

"I'm The Doctor." He said. Donna looked at him.

"That's not a name." She said. 'The Doctor' frowned.

"It's my name." He said. Donna rolled her eyes.

"Well, if we're playing that game, then I'm the best temp in Chiswick." She said. The Doctor open his mouth to respond, but Pink beat him to it.

"My name's Rose. Rose Tyler." She said.

"Donna Noble." Donna said, shaking her hand. The doctor frowned.

"That's not fair, why'd you tell her your name but not me?" He said poutily. Donna frowned. She really didn't want to deal with an overgrown child right now.

She sighed and pulled her phone out of her pocket, dialing her grandad's number. Rose and Jack caught on, and started calling people they knew as well. The Doctor stood there, not doing anything.

Her phone rung twelve times before it went to voice mail. Donna frowned.

"Your phones won't work." The Doctor said somewhat smugly.

Rose turned to him, confusion etched on her face.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She said a hint of worry in her voice. The Doctor shrugged.

"When I scanned the elevator, I noticed that there was a signal blocker imbedded in the walls." He said.

"Is that what that silver stick was?" Donna asked crossing her arms. The Doctor looked horrified.

"It's not a silver stick! It's a Sonic Screwdriver." He said.

"If you know what he means." Captain Jack said wiggling his eyebrows. The Doctor paled. Rose giggled.

"Don't do that! That's disgusting!" The Doctor exclaimed. Jack shrugged.

"Sorry, not sorry." He said. Donna rolled her eyes.

"Oi! You two! Stop flirting for a moment, we have bigger problems!" Donna said. Rose stifled another laugh.

"We were not flirting." The Doctor said, putting emphasis on the not. Jack smirked.

"You might not have been, but I sure was." He said. The Doctor took an involuntary step back.

"Like Donna said, we have a bigger issue. The doors are deadlocked, and no one knows we're trapped here." He said quickly.

"What's... Deadlocked?" Rose asked. I'd like to know that too. Donna thought to herself. The Doctor turned to her.

"It means that my sonic screwdriver won't work on the doors." He explained. Donna frowned.

"What even is a sonic screwdriver? It sounds like you made it up." She said accusingly. The doctor looked at her scandalously.

"It's not made up!" He defended. Donna shrugged.

"Whatever." She said.

"Back to the whole, we're trapped in an elevator with no way out thing..." Rose said.

"Hold up. It just occurred to me, how do you have a sonic screwdriver? Those won't even be invented until the fiftieth century." Jack said, eyeballing the device still clutched in The Doctor's hand.

Rose, Donna and The Doctor looked at him surprised. Fiftieth century? Donna thought.

"How do you know that?" The Doctor asked, sticking the sonic device back into his jacket, eyeing Jack suspiciously. He shrugged.

"Ex Time Agent, just like you, I assume." He said. The Doctor rose an eyebrow suspiciously.

"I'm not a Time Agent, nor have I ever been." He said, in a slightly offended tone.

"Then where'd you get the sonic tech? It's not like you're some kind of alie- oh." Jack said, losing some of his bravado.

Donna looked at each of them in turn. They were obviously both delusional, or quite possibly insane, but she was still curious as to the captain's last comment.

"What... What was that?" Rose asked Jack curiously. He glanced at Rose and Donna and then back at The Doctor.

"So... Where you from? Myseone? Kio? Clom? Those are the only planets to have sonic in this century." Jack said. Planets? This century? What are they going on about? Donna thought worriedly.

"Well I'm not from Clom, but I don't think it matters what planet I'm from." The Doctor told Jack. Suddenly, it clicked. Planet I'm from... Donna gasped.

"You're an alien!" She told him. The Doctor turned to her, an annoyed expression plastered onto his face.

"Yes, yes, do try to keep up." He said. Donna made a face at him.

"Well excuse me spaceman! It's not every day I get trapped on an elevator with a Martian!" She said.

"You know, Donna's got a point." Rose said quietly.

"What are you? Some kind of speciest? I am not a Martian!" The Doctor exclaimed, offended. Donna snorted.

"I can't believe this. I'm stuck on an elevator with an alien." She said.

"Guys? Can we all go back to the whole, stuck in an elevator thing? I really want out." Rose said, stepping between Donna and The Doctor, who, in their shouting match, had grown quite close in proximity. Donna nodded.

"Fine, but I wanna know if any of the rest of you have some crazy secret first." She said looking at Jack.

"I was born in the fifty first century." He said bluntly, with a little bit of pride laced into his voice.

Donna and Rose looked at each other, the same thoughts running through their brains: Were they the only normal people on this elevator?

THERE YOU HAVE IT. Chapter one is finished. So? What did you think? Good? Bad? Ugly? Please leave a review, comment, or CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. Did you like my formatting? I'm in newspaper up at the highschool, so I just kinda want to know what you think. If it's bothering too many people, I can change it.

See you next time, where you'll figure out just how and why they're stuck. They'll also work on a plan to escape. And just who put them there? All shall be revealed soon!

By the way, did you like the cover?