AN: Hello! This is my first attempt at a AU. Hope you like and please please review! Will eventually be a Doctor/Rose story but for now some heated arguments and dislike.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. Pretty sure it owns me :)

John cursed under his breath as he watched the young recruits stumble with the simple assignments. "Stupid apes." He muttered with a shake of his head before walking away from the base he had called home for the last year.

He was being transferred to a top government team or at least that's what his paper work said. John thought it was just a way to get rid of him though. He had been a soldier since he had been old enough to join and he be damned if they were going to shove him out the door.

John continued his short walk to the bus stop and waited for the bus to arrive. He looked down at his watch and shook his head, the bus was always late. A loud noise to his left, back toward the base caused him to look up from his watch. He squinted his eyes and they slowly widen in horror as he watched people flee from the base. He dropped his bag without a second thought and took off towards it. He listened as people yelled and then there was a small explosion. He quickened his pace and shoved past the young recruits he had just seen running drills as the ran away from the mess.

John reached the gate just as a creature he could only describe as a pepper pot, shot a commander in the back with what looked like a whisk. "What the hell?" He muttered as he watched the massacre happen before his eyes.

Tires squealed behind him and a female voice yelled for him to duck. John ducked without question and watched as the pepper pot that he watched kill the commander, raise his whisk towards John, then without warning explode. He looked back towards the direction the shot that exploded the pepper pot came from and saw a young woman, dressed in a rather intimidating combat suit. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail and she was barking orders into her comm piece in her ear, holding a gun that was easily half her size. John watched in fascination as more black SUV's pulled up and more men piled out of the vehicles, receiving their orders from the blonde and continuing.

Suddenly the object of his staring, caught sight of him still crouched on the ground, he was surprise to see recognition spark in her eyes for a second before it was replaced by a glare that made him physical flinch. When he realized what he was doing, he set his face to a hard line and glare of his own and stood up.

"Oi! What is going on here?" He bellowed as he marched towards her, stopping inches from her. He easily towered over her, but she didn't once look intimidated instead she looked amused.

She raised an eyebrow and went to saw something but suddenly John was being moved behind the small figure and an explosion went off a few feet from them.

"Jack! I need back up! There is more than we thought!" The woman barked. She gave John a hard shove towards one of the vehicles. "Get in the car until you receive the all clear, then go home John Noble." Her tone left no room for argument and it was clear it was an order.

John found himself obeying before he could process the fact that she called him by his name. John folded his arms as he sat, like a child waiting for his mum in the back of the rather well protected, high class suv. The glass was so dark, he couldn't see out better yet anything seeing in.

Suddenly the door was yanked up and a young black man stood there, glaring at him. "You. Out." He ordered. He had on a similar outfit as the woman had and the exact same ear piece and rather large gun. John glared at him as he climbed out of the vehicle.

"Memory swipe boss?" The man asked over his right shoulder with a rather certain smirk on his face as if he was about to do something he always wanted to do.

"No." Came the reply. John wasn't surprised to hear the same feminine voice with the low English accent. "Mickey meet John Noble. Field soldier of the 563 platoon, offered multiple increases in ranks, even offered command of his own unit, turned every single one of them down. Been a solider for close to 15 years now. No family, no home, lives on the bases he is assigned out, never taking leave and our newest recruit. Sorry you had to meet us this way." The blonde stepped up beside the man, Rickey or something like that, with a rather grim smile as she held out her hand towards John.

John huffed and kept his arms crossed tightly across his chest. His eyes burned from not blinking and staring straight into the eyes of the woman. "Just who the hell are you then? You know my life story it seems." He huffed.

The slight smile left the woman's face and Rickey shifted into a defensive stance beside her, ready to take down the threat in front of him. "Commander Rose Tyler with Torchwood division 606." She said harshly. "You WII stand down soldier." Her eyes were narrowed, her jaw tight, her back straight as a steel rod and her head held high. Everything about her posture demanded respect but John wasn't never one thrilled with orders.

John's eyes narrowed, and his jaw tightened. "If you know anything about me at all, you would know I don't take orders very well." He growled back at her.

Rose didn't back down, he wasn't the first that thought he could intimidate her and he certainly wouldn't be the last. "Oh, you will learn or your memory of meeting us will be completely erased and we will dump your sorry ass back where we picked you up. Bottom of the food chain, training the rather stupid young recruits and you will never see the field again. Do. You. Understand." Each word was said harsher than the last, each with a bit of fire that John swear he could taste and hers glinted rather dangerously.

John took half a step back, his mouth in a hard line, his eyes voided of any emotions as he gave her a half-hearted salute. "Fine." He muttered.

The tin-dog as John had gotten to think of the man standing beside Rose relaxed. Rose turned back towards the battle field and John sucked in a sharp breath just as he finally caught sight of just how much destruction and mayhem there was. "What was the ugly pepper pot things?" He demanded a bit harsher than he meant.

Rose turned to look at him with a blank face. "Daleks. They are aliens from outer space, sat on destroying the universe simply because that's all they know. Death and destruction. Welcome to the team." She said as she marched away from John to a rugged command post that had been set up.

"Who the bloody hell does she think she is?" He muttered as he crossed his arms. A laugh caught his attention and he looked beside him to see the tin dog was still there. "And who the hell are you? Her tin-dog?" He growled.

"Its Mickey. I'm her third in command and trust me mate. Stay on her good side." Mickey said with a shake of his head. He started to walk to the command post but stop and looked at John. "It's too early for you to be dealing with this shit. Owen!" Mickey shouted over his shoulder.

"What now?" Owen sighed as he stepped away from Rose and walked over to Mickey.

Mickey nodded towards John. "Give him Commander Tyler's welcoming gift and take him to the base. We are almost finished here." Mickey walked off towards the Commander without another word and John looked away from the scary eager man, Mickey had called over, to see Rose with a blank expression staring at him and nodded then turned back around.

John gave a not so manly yelp as he a sharp object jabbed into his right forearm. "What the hell was that?" He asked as he looked towards the source of the pain. It was a rather large needle being pressed deep into his skin by a gleeful Owen.

Owen smirked. "Goodnight." He almost sang as John's eyes got heavy. His body slumped but someone grabbed him before he hit the ground.

The last thing he heard was Rose Tyler saying she would see him soon.