So, I know I have at least one ongoing story that I should be updating, and I do apologize for the appalling amount of time it has been since I last updated. My only excuse is that I am a first (now second) semester freshman in college, and I work in a Thoroughbred Racing barn where there are crazy hours and not enough sleep to go round.

Anyway, this story is new, obviously, and it has been chipping away at my brain for a few weeks, begging to be told to at least someone. So, without further rambling from me, here it is.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who

The TARDIS was still screaming in his head, crying, calling for help from someone, anyone who could end the pain of holding such a massive paradox. Her pleas echoing through his mind, the same pain and helplessness they had been feeling since the start of the Master's reign on earth. Usually, the Doctor would focus on her; try to take some of the pain from her, to break through her mental anguish to make her know that she was not alone. But today there was no time to sooth his ship's mind. Instead, his whole mind was focused on the goings on in front of him. The Master, about to launch the first missiles of what would be a massive interplanetary war, stood gloating over a kneeling Martha Jones.

And with these mind captivating happenings, the Doctor could not be blamed for his lapse in listening to the TARDIS's screams. Nor could he be blamed for not noticing how the tone of those screams changed from pained hopelessness to pained smugness. He could, however, be blamed for not noticing the cessation of those screams. Because when a person, Time Lord or not, is forced to listen to his best friend scream for a year straight, he should notice right away when those screams stop, no matter how interesting his surroundings are. Which is why, when the main doors to the room were thrown open, and a woman in a red cape strode into the room, the Doctor and everyone else were caught off guard.

As this new mystery woman walked purposefully into the room, the guards trailing slowly behind her, guns having been broken and discarded floors below. She stopped abruptly next to Martha, a smirk forming on her lips, which were the only visible part of her face. There was a long moment of silence, and then the Master broke it.

"Who the hell are you? And why are you not being shot to pieces by my minions?" He turned his gaze over the woman's shoulder and glared at the guards, who stood in a half moon, blocking the open doors. "Well? Why is Little Red Riding Hood not Swiss cheese?"

But instead of responding, the guards remained standing, looking toward the woman as if awaiting orders from her. The Master stared at them, not quite comprehending why his minions were not doing his bidding, until the woman chuckled, her smirk growing to a full smile.

"Oh, Master, you've got my character all wrong." The woman said, her voice thrummed in the Doctor's head like the TARDIS's, and he finally realized that the machine had stopped screaming. He felt momentary panic at the thought of his ship's demise, but was quickly comforted by locating her mind; completely calm, painless, and entirely focused on the woman in the red cloak. "But let's not go there yet. Especially when Miss Martha Jones has prepared such a phenomenal blow to your regime. She deserves all of the attention, I think." And with that, the woman held out her hand to Martha, who hesitated only briefly in taking it, and pulled her up.

The woman smiled happily once at Martha before walking to the table and sitting in the comfiest chair, crossing her arms and legs to reveal jeans and pink trainers, leaving a gob smacked Master gaping after her for a moment before turning to stare menacingly at Martha.

"Oh, please, Miss Jones. Tell us of your 'phenomenal blow to my regime'."

The First part to my story is complete. It will either be 2 or 3 parts, I'm not sure which. I plan on writing and uploading the rest either tonight or tomorrow. Because we all know how horrible I am at writing the same story over long periods of time.

And for anyone who is wondering about my other story, Rose Red, I have the next chapter half written. So it hopefully will not be too much longer for that one.

Anyway, this story is based on the fact that in some of the older versions of Little Red Riding Hood, the Wolf and the Girl eat the Grandmother together.

I will post the next in a bit. while you wait, you should go to www . freerice . com and win some rice for starving children by answering multiple choice questions. It's totally free, and actually may teach you things while you save dying kids.