A/N : Yes, after many months of cringing at what I put first time around, I have decided to re-write Rainia. Some chapters will be merged, edited or erased completely, seeing as I want this to go a different way than the confusing first time. And as you'll probably guess, I just watched Gridlock.
Disclaimer : I don't own Doctor Who or Torchwood, but if I did I wouldn't put it on after football. XD
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But know this Doctor, you are not alone.
He remembered meeting Boe for the last time.
He remembered denying it to Martha.
He remembered finding her.
Again.
Poking his head out of the door, he saw he'd landed in a small alleyway near Cardiff Bay. He watched the small children laughing and chasing each other oblivious to the boiling sun. He locked the door of his police box and loosened the collar on his shirt. Turning, he saw the large stately house peering over the edge of a shopping centre, and made his way towards it.
He watched her, deep in conversation with two other women. Her long dark brown hair was scraped up into a high pony above her head, not stopping until it reached her waist, brushing against her black leather knee length coat. She stomped her boot clad foot, and crossed her arms again her black vest. One of the women pointed something out on a sheet she was holding, and she pulled her mid thigh length skirt down. Her eyes flitted upwards for a moment, then she did a double take. A smile crept along her face, her bright green eyes twinkling. She told the women to leave her, without taking her eyes off him, and as they turned her back, she ran towards him, enveloping him in a hug.
"Where you been? It's been at least a month." She whispered in his ear, keen for no-one else to hear. She pulled away, watching his grin grow.
"Oh, you know. Saving humans, aliens and a mix of both. I mean how much trouble does New Earth get into?" She took his hand, and led him through a nearby door. A large room, painted cream with cream carpet, followed. A few large squashy chairs were dotted around the walls. A large window was behind a glass desk, littered with papers, PDAs and pens. It would have looked like a reasonably normal office, if tit weren't for the several in-built computers on the walls showing locations of recent disturbances and staff, and several guns lying about on the desk.
"Seeing as you're here, maybe you could give me a hand with a report I just got in from the outskirts. You remember that missing group from Canary Wharf? Well, we think we found it. It must have been sent to Cardiff, but got a bit stuck in the rift. Ah well, fancy a bit of stress relief?"
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Pulling up outside a apparently abandoned warehouse, Rainia grinned at the confused look on his face. Keying a code into a keypad near a door that looked like it was just cut out of the warehouse wall and stuck on with hinges, she heard several locks click open. As she pushed the door open, she called out into the empty white room. In the centre of the floor, a Weevil suddenly appeared and made it's way towards the door where the two were standing. Pulling a remote out of her pocket, and pointing it towards the ceiling, nowhere in particular, she pressed a small red button with TERM. on, and the Weevil vanished.
"Roxie! Tan!" Rainia called out into the now empty room, and heard two sets of frantic footsteps coming from the other side of the room. A door opened, that blended into the wall perfectly, showing two slightly embarrassed women. They were both dressed in white gym gear with white harnesses holding two simulation guns. One of the women with bobbed black hair, Roxanne, stepped forward, clear of the door.
"Uh, I guess we left the simulator on . . ." With a slow, obvious nod of the head, Rainia turned to her partner.
"Guys, we've got a bit of trouble. The missing group of Cybermen from the Canary Wharf have turned up, stuck in the rift on the outskirts of Cardiff. Now, meet the Doctor. He's going to be helping you today, seeing as he was actually there at Canary Wharf, and he's a bit of an expert when it comes to Cybermen." She turned to leave.
"Oh, and he's my dad."
