I've been wanting to write this one for a while now, and I've spent so much time in class writing this in an empty notebook instead of paying attention. I figure I might as well post it then, eh? Enjoy!

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Her eyes glowed bright gold, shining with the power of the time vortex. The light that emanated from her nearly blinded him.

"I want my Doctor safe," she whimpered, her once powerful voice suddenly sounding like that of a lost child.

"Rose..."

John Smith bolted upright in bed, panting heavily. The name echoed in his head with a voice that did not resemble his at all, and yet he knew that it was he who spoke them. With a sigh, he pulled away his covered and swung his legs over the edge. Sleeping any longer was pointless now. Her could not get her face out of his mind. He looked outside and saw that it was still dark, and a glance at the clock hanging on his wall confirmed that it was still only four in the morning. Running a hand through his messy hair, John took a seat at his desk and lifted a small journal and pen from a drawer. Then he promptly recorded his latest dream of the beautiful Rose and the Bad Wolf.

Rose Tyler kept her gaze locked with the strange, three-eyed, red-skinned alien, observing how he nervously shifted his weapon from one hand to another. The hot point of the laser, fresh from firing, burned her arm where he pressed it against the skin.

"Why are you doin' this?" she asked him. His eyes narrowed.

"I did not say you to speak," he growled, his gravely voice stumbling slightly over the strange English.

"Too bad, mate. I didn't permit ya to threaten to invade my planet and kill all of the humans on it," Rose countered, adjusting her leather jacket casually. She made sure to look confident, to hide her absolute terror. It was her first time since joining Torchwood that she'd been in this situation, with the fate of the entire planet resting on her shoulders.

The Doctor would know what to do, she thought, but then quickly pushed it away before the pain could strike.

"You will silence yourself or I will shoot," the alien threatened.

"Then do it." She knew it was a dangerous risk to anger him, but she continued on, like the Doctor would have. "But before you do, you could at the very least identify yourself."

He snarled, baring his sharp green teeth, and an odor of burnt rotten eggs and wet dog drifted from his breath, and Rose had to fight to not gag, holding her breath.

"I am Toremon of the Sayadel race on the planet Tevron VI. My people are dying of illness and we need Earth minerals to heal them!" he declared.

"So, you're goin' to kill an entire race for it? You could just ask, you know. Earth isn't hostile. We could help ya if ya just ask." Idly, Rose wondered how the Doctor would react to all of this if he were there.

Toremon scowled. "My people are a prideful race. We do not ask for help! It is shameful! And not hostile, you claim, and yet my scanners detect weapons aimed at my ship!"

"We're defensive, not hostile! How else would you respond if aliens came to your planet intendin' to burn everyone on it?" Rose cried. "And you must not care much for your planet if you won't even put aside your pride to save 'em." Her expression softened when she saw the pain flash across his face. "If you call off the attack, we will help you. We'll give you what you need and send you on your way, no hard feelings. But if you don't, we will have to stop you."

Toremon took two steps back, scowling again. "I don't believe you."

"If you don't believe me, then I'm sorry. We will take you down, Toremon. And I really don't want to do that. But we have to defend our planet." Toremon's face went blank.

"Rose Tyler, defender of the Earth," Toremon said, his voice sounding like an echo. Rose tensed as she remembered the last time she'd heard those words. "You are brave. Where does your courage come from?"

Rose gave a wry smile. "The hope that one day, things will get better." She stepped closer. "Now, let me-"

"Stay back!" Toremon barked. His eyes were solid green one instant, and suddenly had gone black the next. "You smell of time," he moaned, as if in pain. "You smell of time and the wolf."

Rose inhaled sharply, freezing. There it was again. Four times now, since working for Torchwood, she's come across an alien repeating the same phrase to her. Her thoughts went straight to the Doctor and her desires to once again use the powers she'd had as the Bad Wolf to return to him. Except that he'd taken it all out of her. She was powerless now.

"Toremon?" Rose asked hesitantly. He blinked, seeming to return to normal, the black in his eyes receding. He was panting heavily, as if he'd been running a long distance. Rose took another step, and panicking, Toremon pulled the trigger. Quickly, Rose turned and ran.

Martha walked slowly down the path towards the shed, rubbing her sore neck. All day long she'd been cleaning and running around, worked to the bone. She was so exhausted and sweaty that she couldn't even bare to wear her jacket, even on the chilly November evening. Behind her, the sun was nearly set, turning the horizon a beautiful shade of orange.

"Those boys have no clue what's comin' to them. After next year, I'm sure they won't find war as fun as they do now," she muttered, thinking of their enthusiasm whenever they shoot their guns.

Everything about the time period disgusted revolted Martha. Particularly the way she was treated, simply for her color gender. She was willing to endure it for the Doctor, of course, but she wasn't going to have happy about it.

"Only a month left, at least," she murmured, thinking fondly of the prospect of finally getting out of there and going out to see the stars. She looked around herself cautiously as she neared the shed, making sure that no one was following her. To her relief, there wasn't a soul in sight.

Just as the thought crossed her mind, however, there was a bright light, and a woman appeared, running down the path, straight towards her. Martha froze and watched as the woman stopped dead in her tracks and fell to her knees, clutching her side.

Quickly, Martha ran to her and knelt beside her. "A-are you alright?" The woman, she noted, was blonde, beautiful, and very much out of her time, if her jeans and leather jacket were anything to go by. The woman, panting, snapped her head up to look at her.

"W-where am I?" she asked. She regarded Martha's clothes, her skin paling. "When am I?"

"We're in England. It's November 6th, 1913, if you're wondering," Martha informed her.

"1913?" The woman scowled. "That's... the second year of the war in this universe..." She looked around again, and tried to stand. However, she cried out, landing on her knees again, and clutched her side in pain. "Oh, brilliant. The bugger got me in the side..."

Martha helped her sit up. "Let me see. I'm a D- well, I'm just a servant, but I know a few things about first aide."

The woman regarded her warily. A strange light seemed to glow in her eyes. "A doctor. You're a doctor," she said. "And you are out of your time."

"What?" Martha leaned back a bit, and remembered the reason that they were there in the first place. They were hiding from the Family. And this woman could possibly be one of them. She couldn't trust her. "I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"You don't belong here." The light faded, suddenly, and the woman blinked. "I'm sorry, did you say somethin'?"

Okay, so she's from another time period, injured, and now seems to be possessed by some weird golden light. Right.

"What's your name?" Martha asked her. The stranger hesitated.

"My name... My name is Jackie... Jackie Tyler."

For some reason, Martha knew it was a lie.

Ta-da! Chapter one! I hope you guys enjoyed! Review, please, so I can know what y'all think!