A note from ME! Well, this is my first Doctor who Fanfic! I've been thinking about doing a Doctor Who fanfic for AGES now. Oh, and you'll find that, in the future, any of my Doctor Who fanfics, like my Tokyo Mew Mew Fanfics, will be based on a particular couple: The Doctor and Rose. Sorry any Doctor and Martha/Donna/Sarah-Jane/Reinette/Jack (No joke. I have met someone who thinks the BBC should put the Doctor and Jack together. They freak me out even now. Mainly because they're such huge fans of Gay couples. Not that there's anything wrong with being Gay, or finding a gay couple cute, or a perfect match, but the things she comes up with! Including: Ryou and Keichro from Tokyo Mew Mew, the Doctor and Jack, Doctor Cox and Turk from Scrubs… The list goes on.)/Ianto (Yep. I've met someone who wants that to happen to. Yep, it's the same person.)/Gwen/Toshiko/every-other-character-on-the-show fans. This is not the place for you.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and Torchwood does not belong to me. If it did, The Doctor would end up with Rose, Donna wouldn't have lost her memory, and would probably be living with that guy from the 4th series, when she was in the computerised world thingy, Martha would have died long ago of oxygen starvation (See first episode of series 3), Jack would have ended up with Gwen, and Toshiko and Owen would still be alive and be married with lots of cute Toshiko/Owen babies.
Oh, and this actual Idea doesn't belong to me either. It belongs to Newdrwhofan, who let me do a sequel to their original idea, TARDISjacked.
The Returned TARDIS
Chapter 1
Hanging with Torchwood
The Doctor sat at his desk, tinkering with a device someone called Toshiko Sato had started. The name rang a bell, but the Doctor – despite spending hours at a time trying to remember why – couldn't figure out where, or when from. Apparently, she had died – thanks to one of Jacks fellow ex-time agents, and apparently his brother. He hadn't known Jack had actually HAD a brother – before she could finish it and no one else knew what it was. He was trying to complete it, but completing something when you didn't even know what it was, was very hard. Even for him. He looked up as the big heavy door at the entrance to the Hub rolled away, and Gwen walked in. He waited for her to get to her desk, then stood and walked over to her.
"Gwen…"
"No, Doctor, no sign of the TARDIS yet. Yes, we do have every security Camera in the Area watching for it, no, there is no chance that they've been tampered with, and no, we haven't heard from Rose yet."
The Doctor scowled. "Am I really that predictable?"
Gwen swung round to face him in her seat.
"Doctor. You've been asking the same thing for the past 11 months and 30 days."
"Exactly! Tomorrow, I will have spent an entire YEAR stuck on earth! Do you know how dull this place can get?"
Gwen raised her eyebrows.
"Well, yeah, you don't think it's dull, because you've only ever been on earth!" The Doctor said.
"But just hunting plain old Weevils isn't exciting enough for you, the high and mighty Time Lord?" Gwen asked, reminding the Doctor scarily of Rose.
"Yes! That's exactly it!" The Doctor stopped when he saw a rather evil glint in her eye.
"Alright then. Let us train you, and you might be able to do something OTHER then keeping the Weevil population in control."
The Doctor shook his head. "No. You've been asking me that since day one. I'll help with the Weevils, but there is no way you're ever going to train me to be a Torchwood agent."
"No way?"
"No way. Ever."
"Why did I let you do this?" The Doctor asked. They were in the middle of nowhere. While Gwen had managed to convince him to take some training, he had blatantly refused to have anything to do with the customary Torchwood guns, and, after a while, Jack had finally given in. Instead, the Doctor had filled his over-large pockets with seemingly random geeky-sci-fi objects. And the Sonic Screwdriver and Psychic Paper.
Jack sighed. "Because your life is as boring as hell." He replied.
"Oh, hell isn't boring. Trust me."
Ianto shook his head. He knew the Doctor travelled in a time/space machine that was bigger on the inside then it was on the outside – although he suspected that the outside had to be rather large, and the inside was more like an illusion of it being bigger – but he still came out with some rather unbelievable stuff. Mickey just shrugged, while Martha grinned.
"So… Why are we here?" The Doctor pondered. He turned around in a full circle, observing the land.
"Not too dry, not too damp, bit bleak, bit warmer then it should be, well, that's probably just Global warming. You people! You have a B-E-A-Utiful planet here, all handed to you on a nice shiny platter, what do you do? Chop down trees, destroy the Ozone… In a few hundred years, all this could be dust, you know!" The Doctor exclaimed.
"But it won't be, Doctor." Jack interrupted. The Doctor stopped, and turned to look at him.
"Oh, I keep forgetting you used to be able to travel in time yourself. Space hopper." He said, gesturing at Jacks wrist band. Martha smirked.
"However, the future can still change. Nothings fixed. You know that, don't you? They must have taught you that at some point in the whole Time-Agent thing."
Jack ignored him. He didn't like the Doctor there, since he was the only person not afraid to show Jack up. Jack may be the Torchwood teams Superior, the leader, the one everyone turned to, but the Doctor was Jacks boss every time.
"There have been reported sightings of aliens here. All the usual reports: Monstrous, flat head, big teeth. We just happened to have nothing to do, decide to come check it out."
"So… We're looking for a rumour?"
"Yep. Pretty much."
The Doctor
seemed a bit taken aback by this. "So that's what you people do,
really? Hear about something that may or may not be true, and see if
it's real?"
Gwen cut in. "Something like this happened a
couple of years back. My first year." She shuddered slightly. The
Doctor grew serious.
"What happened?"
Gwen looked straight ahead, not trusting herself to look him straight in the eyes. "We heard that people were going missing in the country-side, and checked it out."
"And?"
"It was… People. Normal, everyday people, dragging other people out of their cars, kidnapping them… and… and…" She felt ashamed as the tears came to her eyes, and roughly brushed them away. It wasn't made better when the Doctor pulled her close into a hug.
"They ate them. Even now, I can't believe it. I asked one of them why, later on, when he was being taken into custody, and he…" She faltered, then pushed on, knowing that the Doctor was giving her a chance that came all too rarely to talk to someone who had been through those experiences, and knew what it was like and how do deal with it. "He told me that they did it, because it made them feel happy. His words. We never talk about these things… I don't think we can." She smiled, and laughed quietly. "Owen complained about going to the country-side all through the ride up. Even when we were putting the Tents up…" She pulled away from the Doctor.
"Sorry." She looked up. Jack and the others were quite far ahead. "Come on. We should catch them up."
As they walked, the Doctor looked at Gwen.
"You know, this is the sort of thing Rose encourages me to do. She encourages me to talk about things, to let her help carry the burden. And, you know what? It actually helps. It's one of the reasons I love her so much. She may not be a genius, but she comes up with some ideas that are just… Brilliant."
Gwen looked at him.
"You really love Rose, don't you?"
"Yep. Just like you love Rhys."
"Who told you about Rhys?"
The Doctor chuckled. "You forget me and Jack go way back. We always find a way to talk to each other. Even if we haven't been getting along for the past year…"
"How long have you known Jack?"
"For me, it's only about 4 years, give or take a few months. For him… I'd say about 200 years."
"200… so, He's known you pretty much all his life?"
"Yep."
"It's so weird… Jack doesn't look much more then thirty, yet… He's about 200. And then there's you. I mean, you look about late-twenty's, early thirties… yet, you're like 920 something…"
"I'll take that as a compliment. And I'm 904, actually."
"Like that makes a difference." Gwen smirked.
