The Queen of the Vespiforms

by dragonwings948

The Vespiforms have identified Jackie Tyler as their Queen, but the Doctor doesn't believe it for one second. He and Rose launch an investigation to find the real Queen, but something's itching in the back of his mind. None of it feels right. Yet the evidence leads to an enemy the Doctor knows all too well. Sequel to "A Little Bit of Human." Copyright to the BBC.

1. Prologue

A/N: Here is the shiny new story, as promised. However, I regret that I probably won't update as often because this is the first story I don't have already written out. Not to worry, I will update whenever I can. Also, if you didn't catch it, I updated my previous story and added a prologue that is essential to the storyline that continues through this story and those to come. In other words, go read it! And also, check out my bio. I have a blog! As always, review, follow, and favorite please! :) Okay, I'll shut up now.

In a dark corner of a cell, in a dark corner of a spaceship, in a dark corner of the universe, there sat a petite, shivering form. How long she had been there, she didn't know. One moment she had been lying peacefully in her bed, and then in the next moment, she had found herself inside this cell. Her cloak and robes had all been stripped off of her, leaving her with hardly anything to cover her sensitive skin.

The Queen of the Vespiforms hugged herself tighter as another shiver rocked her body. She closed her eyes and focused her mind, concentrating on transforming. However, like all her previous attempts, nothing happened. Could it be that her ability to morph into other creatures had died away like the rest of her race, or was it something about this cell? Or even this ship?

Her thoughts drifted back to her people, like they always did. She feared what her planet would become with the Commander in control as Supreme Chancellor. She had never liked his brutal ways, but she had had as much choice in selecting her second-in-command as she did in becoming Queen; none. The Vespiform ways were traditional, and traditional they would stay.

Surely her people were looking for her, but she knew they would never find her. She was meant to be found by one person alone; this "Doctor" which she had overheard her captor talking about. It was all a trap for him, though how she was involved, she didn't know. How could she draw the attention of a man she had never met?

Apparently this Doctor had outwitted her captor before. Would he do so again? Would he save her?

The Queen clasped both pairs of her hands in front of her and closed her eyes, whispering into the stale air of her cell, "Please, Doctor. Please."