Today started out good. Excellent even, Which is a miracle for me. I got all green lights as I went to work, my husband had flowers delivered to my desk, and I had an extended lunch break. Then my day took a turn for the worse. I should have expected it with my luck, I was just hoping today, of all days, would have been different. It was around one o'clock when the sky started to turn a sickening shade of deep purple. That should have been a warning right there, but when you worked for a law firm, you work through hell on earth without batting an eye. The clouds started to swirl angrily and then the alarms started blasting through the building. A shrill sound could be heard apart from the blaring alarms. It was such a familiar sound, one that I had surely heard a million times Before, but I couldn't place it. All I knew was that the thing that was making that sound would make sure that everything turned out okay. My coworkers started to head toward the emergency stations. We all knew the way like the back of our hand, so when the lights went out, mass panic didn't follow. As I was cleaning up my work space, I saw a tall, skinny man with flyaway hair walk into the work-room. I knew immediately that I knew him, but I couldn't place where from. When he saw me, he smiled and starting walking toward me. He must have seen my confused look because his smile disappeared and he turned around and left. I, of course, followed him. I looked around the corner of the hallway and saw him talking to a tall, handsome with a devil-may-care smile.
When the handsome man saw me, he smiled and said "Donna! Welcome to the party!"
"Captain Jack Harkness. Good to see you again." Jack just laughed. "What's going on?" Torchwood never gets involved unless something is really important.
"Alien invasion, what else?" He shrugged his toned shoulders like he did this every day, which technically, he did.
"Jack. Stop flirting. We have to get going. Nice to meet you, Donna." The skinny man forced the line out.
"Don't get your panties in a twist, Doctor, that's my job." Jack winked at the man he called "Doctor."
"Doctor? Doctor who?"
"Here we go again. I'm terribly sorry, but we need to get go-." The rest of his sentence was cut off when we heard multiple metallic voices coming down the hallway.
"Exterminate! Exterminate!" Whatever was making that sound ease something terrible and I never wanted to hear it again. A pretty blond came running down the hallway, grabbed the Doctor's arm and yelled "Run!" to the rest of us.