Author's Note: Okay, so I'm really looking forward to writing this one! I've written other Hunger Games/Doctor Who stories before, but this is also going to crossover with Torchwood as well because it features Gwen Cooper and Ianto Jones. This is going to be pretty long, and I don't know how often I'll be updating. I hope that you all enjoy it, though!

Something was wrong. Today was Reaping Day, but Rose was the only one gathered in front of the District 6 Justice Building. She stood there alone, wearing an old but pretty pink dress that once belonged to her mother. Rose was terrified. This wasn't right. What was happening?

"H- hello?"

There was a reply, but not one that she had hoped for. A loud, Capitol-accented voice rang through the empty courtyard.

"Welcome to the 74th Annual Hunger Games! It's time to select our tribute!"

Tribute?

Rose looked up at the front of the Justice Building, but saw no one. She was still alone.

"What's going on?" Rose asked timidly.

"And our tribute is-"

"Wait! I'm the only one here-" Rose tried to yell, but it was interrupted by the announcement of:

"ROSE TYLER!"

"No! Wait!" Rose shrieked. Suddenly, two faceless Peacekeepers appeared and began dragging her towards the Justice Building.

Rose screamed and fought against them.

"No! No! Mum! Where are you? Mum!"

"Rose! Rose, sweetheart!"

Rose's eyes snapped open. She wasn't at the Justice Building anymore. She was in her room, at home. Beside her bed stood her mother, Jackie. She looked worryingly at her daughter.

"You had that nightmare again, didn't you, Rose?" Jackie asked calmly, stroking Rose's blonde hair.

"Yeah," she replied, sitting up. The dream had seemed so real, and it wasn't the first time she'd had it. For the past two weeks leading up to the Reaping, Rose had that same dream, and woke up screaming every time. She felt her mother's arms wrap around her . Rose hugged her back.

"I know you're scared, Rose. but it'll be okay." Jackie kissed her forehead. She sighed. "It's already a bit late. You should get ready. I have that pink dress you like laid out."

"Thanks, Mum."

Rose slid out of her bed groggily. The only thing she bothered to do was brush her hair neatly and wash her face. Rose never did much to prepare for the Reaping, and it annoyed Jackie.

"Please try to look a little bit more decent, Rose."

"Why? It's not like I'd look any better as a bloodied corpse in the Arena," she grumbled.

"Rose Tyler!" Jackie scolded. "I don't want to hear you speaking like that!"

"Sorry." Rose went back to her room and undressed. The pink dress her mother had given her was laying neatly folded on the back of a chair. Rose hadn't grown much in the past three years, so she had it worn every year since her first Reaping. Wearing the same thing every year didn't bother her; she and her mother lived in one of the poorest parts of District 6, so new clothes were rare.

When Rose came out of her room fully dressed, her mother beamed proudly.

"You look lovely, sweetheart."

Rose smiled. "I guess it's time now?"

"Don't worry, sweetheart. You'll be fine."

Rose and Jackie left the house, heading towards the Justice Building. Several other families were making their way as well. Older kids held the hands of their terrified siblings. Eighteen year olds were walking alone, trying to look brave, but everyone was frightened. No one wanted to have a child be thrust into a bloody arena and fight to the death. Especially not Rose.

Once they were there, Rose left her mother and made her own way towards the group of fifeen year old girls that had already formed. Once the place was packed with teenagers, a Capitol representative, a woman wearing a ridiculous blue animal print dress and hair to match, made her way up to the stage in front of the building. She made the usual opening speech, rambling on about how a boy and girl would selected to compete in this year's Hunger Games.

"Why don't we start with the gentlemen, first?"

The Capitol woman went over to a large glass bowl filled with slips of paper. She fished around in the bowl for a moment to make sure the choice was completely random. She called out the name of a seventeen year old boy Rose had never met, but seen at school a few times. He walked up to the stage nervously, trying to look calm.

"And now our young lady!"

The woman walked down to the other end of the stage to another glass bowl. Like with the boys, she dunked her hand in and pulled out a slip. Rose began to breath very quickly.

Not me. Please, please not me.

Loud and clear, the Capitol woman called out the name of District 6's female tribute:

"ROSE TYLER!"

She didn't know how loud or how silent the courtyard had become. She didn't know who had turned to stare at her or who was trying to figure which girl she was. Rose couldn't think, couldn't breath, couldn't move.

No, I must have heard that wrong. She didn't say my name.

"Rose Tyler? Where are you? Come on up, now!"

Rose snapped back to reality. Her name had been called. It had really been called.

"Miss Tyler?"

Shaking from head to toe, Rose kept her face straight, desperate not to show fear, and slowly made her way out of the crowd, and walked up towards the stage.

"There she is!" the woman chirped. "Hurry up, dear, hurry up!"

With every step, Rose's breathing became faster and more shallow. She couldn't run, or go back. This was happening. Really happening.

"Wonderful! Ladies and gentleman, here are our District 6 tributes for the 74th Anual Hunger Games! Shake hands, now!"

Rose and the boy turned to one another and briefly shook hands. This boy was almost a head taller than Rose, and far more muscular. She would definitely die before him.