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Chapter One: Something's Coming

"May you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows your dead."

The grass crunched under the footsteps, the frost glittering in the early morning light making the sober place look more magical than it should. Crosses lay in perfect lines for as far as the eye could see, a constant reminder of just how fleeting life truly was. Of how cruel and terrible war was. Blonde hair flickered in the wind as the sturdy boots carried her on a path she had made over a hundred times by now, a path she would make a hundred more.

Crouching down before the well weathered cross, the woman delicately placed the pink rose against the cross. The yellow ribbon that had been tied tightly round the stem fluttered in the breeze looking to break free from its sombre surroundings, slender fingers reached forward to secure it once more causing the light to bounce off the silver band on her left hand. Leaning back with a sigh, she studied the small bronze plaque attached to the cross. The words were choppy and uneven, it wasn't a surprise with the amount that they were having to produce it was no wonder that they could have been tidier, at least they had got the name right she thought with a small chuckle.

Doctor John Tyler

Died – 3rd June 2025

Gone but never forgotten

"You always said that you would never see me as anything other than a Tyler, had to make sure you kept it that way I suppose." The decision for him to take her name had come as a shock to her, but after the explanation and the hopeful look in his gorgeous brown eyes she wouldn't have it any other way. Her comm crackled in her ear startling her out of her reminiscing the voice of her Lieutenant bringing her back to reality.

"Sorry to interrupt your downtime Commander, we have a transmission coming in from the Admiral. He says its top priority."

"Tell him I'm on my way, James." Rose sighed once more as she stood, her legs protesting from being in the same position for as long. Giving one last glance to the grave and a promise to visit as soon as she could, Commander Rose Marion Tyler left the mass graveyard her gunmetal grey military armour reflecting some of the light. This war was coming to a close, one way or another. As she walked away she failed to notice the figure in the background.

"The Bad Wolf hunts her prey, the reunion will decide the fate of all worlds."

The usual hum of the TARDIS did nothing to comfort him, the Time Lord stared aimlessly at the screen in front of him with no real purpose other than to distract himself from the outside world. He could hear the chatter of his companions down the many halls there joy and wonder at the universe had been the only thing to keep his mind occupied these last few days. Something was coming.

The call of Amy from down the hall distracted him from the words that flashed across the screen. Bad Wolf.

With a sigh the Doctor stood and moved to join his companions, the TARDIS seemed to sense his distress and sent a gentle nudge towards her pilot. The Doctor couldn't stop the small smile that tugged at his lips, his ship really was the best in the universe. He gave the console an absent minded pat before heading off towards the library. His journey was interrupted by the TARDIS violently hurtling from side to side, throwing him roughly to the floor. Eyes widening he scrambled upwards and raced to the console.

"Doctor! Doctor what's happening?" Amy shout terrified as she and Rory finally managed to their way to the console room, often stopping to find something to cling onto. River followed more carefully but as wide eyed as everyone else in the room.

"Something has got a hold of the TARDIS and is dragging her in. Hold on to something!" The Doctor screamed while clutching onto the console as his ship shook violently. When they finally thumped to a stop River rushed forward to help check the condition of the ship.

"Everything seems normal, working a minimum power to compensate the rough ride no doubt, but none the less completely normal. No readings are showing though, not entirely sure where we are" As River continued to study the screen the Doctor moved towards the doors. His companions followed at a slight distance. As the doors opened the Doctor didn't think there was much in the universe that could surprise him anymore, but when he took in the dazed expression of the two men outside, apparently he was mistaken.

Rose let out a weary sigh, something she seemed to be doing a lot of today. Going over reports had never been any fun in most of her naval career but now, now it just seemed like a constant battle between paperwork and fighting in this war and she wasn't entirely sure which one was worse. Probably the reports. Throwing the report down at her desk, she leaned back and glanced around her cabin. For a war ship it was actually quite spacious with a couch in one corner, a bed pushed against one wall and a desk. She could still here the crew outside over the gentle hum of the ship. For a moment her thoughts drifted back to another ship she called home, hurtling through time and space, hand in h…

Rose shook her head, it wouldn't do to dwell on the past so much and she had long since come to terms with how her life had turned out, it wasn't quite how she had pictured her life and it certainly hadn't been what John had wanted for her but he understood. When the war had first broken out John been key to upgrading the defence system that the Earth had in place, which was not great in the face of a galactic army hell-bent on destroying half the universe. Rose had been standing ten feet away when he had been hit, the scenes often ran through her head…

Dirt and rubble rained down upon them as yet another blast hit the building behind them, the evacuation was going slowly. Too slowly if they wanted everyone out alive. Rose glanced up taking in the scene as she helped a young girl into the back of the truck, she must have been about twelve, far too young to be witnessing this type of destruction. The invading horde seemed never ending and, with the advanced technology, unstoppable. She barely had time to register the shouted warning before an explosion rocked the ground. A searing pain surged through the left side of her head as she turned to slam the truck doors closed, protecting those inside.

Scrambling to her feet, ears ringing, blood dripping she looked around wildly trying to find John. Chaos surrounded her as soldiers returned enemy fire and medics attended to the wounded, one medic was heading towards her but she waved him off. She had to find John. The pain was unlike anything she had every felt before and her head felt as though it may explode. Finally she spotted him fumbling for the shield generator trying to raise the defences but something seemed wrong, a steady stream of blood was flowing from his side, a twisted piece of metal had been impaled through his side. With a startled cry, Rose rushed forward stumbling multiple times on the uneven surface before crashing down beside him and calling for a medic.

"Rose! I need to get the shield up, we can't lose this position" He cried frantic before doubling over in obvious pain, has hand fluttered over the shard before slumping down. He glanced up, eyes widening in horror as he saw her. "Rose…you're hurt. Your eye, your face!" She hissed and moved away as his had reached up to touch her, she didn't want to know the damage. John's hand dropped as a racking cough shook his body, blood spilling from his lips showing just how much damage had been done. Rose's hands shook as she reached for his hands, trying to give him any comfort that she could. She ran her hands through his greying hair, they had some good years together but it would never be enough.

"I am so glad I got to spend these years with you, still as gorgeous as the day we met." Rose smiled through the pain, remembering fondly her knight in shining armour coming to rescue her. John couldn't fight the laugh or the wince that followed.

"What? That daft old face? Don't even get me started on the ears. Oh Rose, my Rose, you haven't aged a day. I'm so sorry, I wish I had known before…" he trailed off as more blood splattered from his lips, staining the pale skin of his chin and neck.

"You never have to be sorry, not for anything. I…I wouldn't have missed it for the world." She watched in horror as a smile tugged at his lips before his eyes flickered, the light going out. The sob that followed sounded more like a wounded animal, the soldiers looking on felt their hearts go out to the broken girl. Rose was overwhelmed by the pain and hopelessness of everything, she wanted this to end. The last of her loved ones had been taken by this war and she wanted to join them, more than anything in the world she just wanted to be at peace for it all to end…

No! This was not who she was! This is not the woman that John had loved! Rose felt something rise within her, a tingling feeling spread throughout her as the pain of her loss surged through her. She was a fighter, and so she would fight. A golden glow surrounding her was the last thing she remembered…

Rose snapped back to the present when her computer pinged. She sighed as she remembered waking up in a hospital bed with the worst headache you could imagine. It was there that she was introduced to Admiral Iain Stevenson of the newly formed Alliance Naval Military. Torchwood had been wiped out years before, soldiers really were the only ones left to fight. She had obliterated the horde that has attacked, using a power buried deep and an assault rifle. She laughed as she remembered her reaction to the news. She couldn't believe it, sure she had basic training, Torchwood required it, but she wasn't a soldier. She couldn't fight but after listening to the report from the soldiers that were there, the men and women that she had saved it was hard to argue with. After that, joining the military felt right. This was what she was supposed to do.

John would have hated it, but she rose through the ranks even joining the elite's to become a member of the N7 core. Many described her as a force to be reckoned with, the skills that she has learned over the years as well as her mysterious power means she is not one to be crossed lightly. Or so she is told. The door to her cabin slides open and heavy booted feet cross to where she is sitting, Rose can't stop the smile the shows on her face at the sight of her friend.

"You know, for someone who doesn't age, you look like shit." Jacqueline 'Jack' Laurence, ex-convict turned military grunt. With her gruff attitude, partially shaved head and heavily tattooed body it was no surprise that Jack didn't make friends easily. The friendship between the two women had come as a surprise to many, but Rose wouldn't have changed her for the word.

"And here I thought I always looked like shit!" Rose laughed as she stretched towards the whiskey sitting on her desk while Jack made herself comfy on the couch. Jack snorted as she snatched one of the outstretched glasses.

"Yeah right Barbie, you have half the crew in a drooling mess as you walk past them. Let's not even get started on what would happen if you actually stopped and spoke to them. You know as well as I do that your little eye accessory only adds to the charm. Not that you fucking need it!" Rose smiled as she reached up to touch the blue eye patch that covered her left eye. After the accident her eye had healed in full, but the iris had changed to a gold colour that seemed to glow. Rose grew tired of the many curious and startled looks she had received so started wearing the patch.

"Just doesn't seem right without it, part of the armour."

"Ah yes, couldn't have the great Commander Thorn out of her armour." Rose couldn't stop the groan that passed, she hated that nickname. A knock at her door prevented her from saying anything more about Jack's comment. Shouting confirmation to come in, the door slid open to reveal the hulking figure of Lieutenant James Vega. Vega had been with Rose for years now, and next to Jack, was one of her most trusted friends.

"Well, lookie here, the tree trunk has ventured out of the cargo bay!" Jack cackled while James rolled his eyes, he was used to Jack by now. Sighing he turned to address Rose.

"Lola, we got a…eh situation down in the hold." Rose rolled her eyes as yet another one of her nicknames came out to play.

"What's up Vega?"

"Well I really think you should come down and check it out. These boxes just appeared! From nowhere!" Rose and Jack couldn't stop the bemused looks they through at each other. "I'm serious Lola! They just appeared and next thing I know people start pouring out of them! Don't really wanna think about what they were doing, damn things look tiny…" James trailed off as the glass that was clutched in Rose's hand shattered from the grip on it. The Commander was up and striding towards the door, leaving Jack and Vega to rush after her.

"Have we got people in the cargo hold? I don't want them going anywhere!"

"Cortez has half a dozen men on them, they ain't going nowhere. You got any idea what we are dealin' with here?"

"Yeah, but I really hope I am wrong." Of course the universe had very rarely played in Rose's favour, and while it really shouldn't have been as big of a shock, she still wasn't overly sure how to process it. "You have got to be shitting me."

Before her stood three separate Police Boxes. So distracted as she was. She completely missed the shell-shocked expressions on the faces of the three men at the front of the group.

"Rose Tyler"

The Time Lord Victorious is wrong. They were the only thoughts that he had, they kept repeating themselves over and over. He cradled his head in his hands as he slumped down on the grating of the console room floor. He had gone too far, and had caused the death of a brilliant woman. What had he been thinking! A wave of despair flooded through him, this wasn't who he was supposed to be. He wanted to help people, not give them a reason to kill themselves.

His self-loathing was interrupted when he was suddenly thrown from his position his world spinning as the TARDIS lurched from side to side. The Doctor clung to the floor his knuckles white from the pressure of holding on. Once the ship had landed with a bump he pulled himself up while glaring at the screen.

"What was that all about, huh?" After studying the screen with no result he finally moved towards the door, and stepped out. Coming face to face with another TRADIS…and his past self. "What?!"

"Oi! What the hell is going on?" The pinstriped Doctor couldn't quite comprehend what was going on, old Big Ears seemed to be having a great time grumbling and cursing the world. "Oh don't tell me that I end up turning into a sandshoes wearing pretty boy!" He couldn't keep the sneer out of his voice that the tenth Doctor couldn't help but be slightly offended by.

"Hey! I am not 'pretty'! And even if I was it's a lot better than having those ears!" He opened his mouth to continue but was interrupted by a defining thud impacting of the metal floor. Judging by the bemused look on his former self's face he had a fairly good idea what was behind him. Turning round, low and behold there was a third TARDIS. After a few seconds an oddly dressed man stepped out along with three others, one of whom appeared to be…"Professor Song?!" His head was really starting to hurt now.

"Well, now, this is quite a surprise. Didn't expect I would be bumping into either of you anytime soon. Or ever for that matter!" The bowtied Doctor fidgeted ever so slightly before turning to the others, "Ponds, River Song let me introduce you to, well, myself"

The tenth Doctor really didn't think things could be any worse until he heard the tell-tale sound of guns being readied. Six armed men surrounded them pointing heavy duty weapons at them, a quick glance to his right showed Bowtie placing himself more in front of his traveling companions. The sound of leather to his left showed that the other had also moved forward to confront the threat being posed to them.

"This is an Alliance Military vesicle, how did you get aboard?!" While the man asking the questions did have a weapon in hand, he didn't seem in any hurry to point it. Probably figure six guns were enough, which the tenth Doctor would have a hard time arguing. He never did like guns.

"What is the Alliance Military? I have heard of a lot of military factions, that ain't one of them" Nine asked stepping forward taking majority of the attention away from the others. The soldiers looked around in confusion, clearly someone not knowing about them and never occurred. "Any rate, who is in charge here? I would like to have a little chat, if you don't mind."

"Mr Vega, please alert the Commander of the erh, situation that has developed." The sight of a massive figure moving drew his eyes, how on earth did he miss him. The man in question gave a nod and disappeared into what seemed like an elevator.

"Erh, Doctor? What the bloody hell is going on?!" The exclamation came from the tall redhead, who seem torn between clutching the other man's hand and wringing the Doctors neck for answers.

"Well Pond, it seems that we, and two of my other regenerations, have been pulled aboard a military and are running the risk of being shot dead if we do anything. That sum it up?" The snort from the leather clad Doctor and the glare from the Ponds seemed to sum up what everyone thought of that explanation. So distracted where they that they never noticed the elevator returning until a familiar voice rung out. A voice he was sure he would never forget, no matter how long he lived.

"You have got to be shitting me." Standing there, with a completely bemused expression, was his…

"Rose Tyler"

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