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The universes work in ways unknown to most. And worlds have a funny way of colliding...

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Inside The TARDIS

The Doctor and Donna were thrown to the ground as the TARDIS made a sharp jolting motion. Lights started flashing and sounds were coming, sounding like everything was going haywire.

"What the hell did you do this time?" yelled Donna from her position on the floor.

"I didn't do anything!" the Doctor protested. "At least, I don't think I did," he muttered. Getting to his feet, he went to the controls. To Donna, it looked like he was pressing random buttons. In fact, he was actually trying to track down what was happening. "Impossible! We've changed course!"

"And that's bad?"

"How did this happen, girl?" Doctor asked the TARDIS, stroking it gently.

"Would you quite petting your spaceship, and fix whatever the hell is happening?" screamed Donna.

"This has only happened once before!" He turned at looked at her. "With you and the huon particles." The Doctor paused, glancing upwards towards the ceiling of the TARDIS. "Someone is calling to the TARDIS. And she's going to them. We're stuck here for the ride."

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On Board the Dalek Spaceship

"Brothers! The time is approaching!" screeched the leader of the Daleks. "The time has come for us to descend upon Earth."

This announcement was met with cheers. Well, it sounded like cheers, but it was the best the Dalek could do.

"Not even the Doctor can stop us now!"

The cheers were louder now.

"But, first, we must find one. This is the one who will help us."

The chamber grew silent.

"Find the son of the Hunter. Bring him to me. Exterminate anyone who gets in your way!"

"Exterminate!" "Exterminate!"

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Alex Rider's House, Chelsea, England

Alex walked up the front steps of the house he'd lived in for fifteen years. He yawned. It'd been a long night.

He'd gotten back from another mission nearly a week ago. And, he'd just been allowed back to school yesterday. Jack had made him stay home, try to recuperate. After school today, Alex had gone over to Tom's house. They'd played Black Ops for hours, barely stopping for dinner.

Grudgingly, Alex had been forced to go home by Mrs. Harris round 9:30. After all, it was a school night.

Sighing, he trudged through the rain to the front door and hid under the porch. Where are my keys? Alex searched his pocket, turning them inside out to reveal nothing. Damn. Well, hopefully, Jack hasn't gone to bed yet.

He knocked on the door. "Jack? It's Alex!" he called. "Can you let me in? Please. C'mon, Jack. It's raining! Do me a favor and let me in!"

No one answered. On a whim, Alex tried the handle. Surprisingly, it opened. Jack always locks the door...

"Jack? It's me. Alex," he called out again. "Don't do this to me, Jack. This isn't funny." Walking down the hall, he looked into the living room. The T.V. was on, but no Jack.

"Jack… Where are you? I don't know about Americans and your senses of humor, but we Brits don't find this funny…"

Then, he looked in the kitchen. Alex didn't know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn't what he found.

Jack lay in the middle of the kitchen, a neat little bullet hole through her head. She laid in a puddle of blood. Her blood. On the floor next to her was a scorpion, painted on the tile in silver paint.

SCORPIA.

Alex collapsed to his knees. They had hit him where it hurt the most- the one family member he had left. Grief swept through his body, and he fought to stay conscious. He walked to the phone and dialed the emergency number MI6 had given him.

"Alex?" Mrs. Jones' voice came over the receiver. "Is everything all right?"

"Jack's dead."

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... And the fates have a sick sense of humor.

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**EDIT. This story has been renovated. I suggest rereading this chapter because there is something crucial that was edited. Please and thank-you.