Vulcan Lily here. I promised and I hath given unto you. This was inspired by my failed Across the Universe Series, and this is now a sort of reboot, if you will. And let me tell you, I haven't been this excited to write a fic in forever.

I do not own the 10th clone or Rose, but I do own who ever I decide to make up along the way. And my strange adventures ideas. I think. Not exactly sure...

ANYWAY... I give thee...

The Impossible Untold Adventues! *trumpet fanfare*

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"Hello John! How's the wife?" The Doctor turned toward the sounding of his legal name. It came from a chubby looking man with round little glasses in a white lab coat.

"Greggens! Good to see you! Rose is fine, just taking a few days off." He and Rose worked together at Torchwood, London. It was noticeably different from the other Torchwood, and part of the reason why was because they had been founded by Queen Victoria to protect Britain after a space ship landed in that time era; they didn't start because of his original self messing with werewolves in Scotland.

Greggens nodded an acknowledgment. "Pity. The strangest things have been happening, and I bet your wife could come up with a theory the rest of us would have never imagined."

The human Doctor nodded, grinning. "She does have a knack for doing that. What's up?" Greggens led him through a hall, after the Doctor had donned his own lab coat, complete with name tag. The laminated ID sported him wearing some glasses he had found, rather like the ones his original wore, hair fully gelled into its normal craziness, and his legal name in all caps: JOHN TYLER. He had taken Rose's name, but if anyone asked, they said they had happened to have the same name anyway.

When Greggens finally stopped walking, they were in front of a normal looking door, aside from the armed guards guarding it. They eyed Greggens and the Doctor, but when they saw their ID, they let them pass. On the other side of the door, it had been a standard conference room. Now the room had been transformed into a hive of activity, with scientists swarming about and Torchwood agents standing around with fancy alien equipment. The focus of all the attention seemed to be a pencil thin crack running along the wall. The crack sent a particular shiver down the Doctor's back.

When he entered with Greggens, all attention fell onto them. The human Doctor and Rose had managed to establish themselves pretty well off in this Torchwood, with their extended knowledge of aliens. He had also made quite a name for himself in the science field with his unearthly comprehension of alien tech and physics thousands of years in advance. It was amazing that they didn't know he wasn't fully a hundred percent human yet.

"Dr. Tyler, we had hoped you would be joining us," a white robed agent stepped forward, his ID reading "Henry Bates, extra-terrestrial studies and physics, Phd. Priority Access Level 7." The Doctor raised an eyebrow. Bates was the only one in all of Torchwood the Doctor believed could actually figure out he was half human. The man was sharp as a whip, and always kept the Doctor on his toes trying to hide his Time Lord mind.

"Do I at least get a summary of your findings, Bates?" he asked, only paying half-attention to the question he had just asked. Even as he asked it, he pulled his glasses on and reached into his pocket, feeling the homemade sonic-screwdriver crafted from old parts he had pilfered from Torchwood and Jackie's kitchen appliances. And some of the more delicate pieces from Pete's stereo.

Armed thus, he walked up to the crack. Placing a hand on the wall, he followed the crack along the wall, even placing his head on the wall at times. He vaguely heard Bates rambling things.

"Cracks have never really worried us, for obvious reasons, but then Tony Mott from alien linguistics's boy started whining about being afraid of a crack on his wall. Tony thought nothing of it, until he heard co-workers mentioning things about what kids were saying about cracks. We looked into it with some extra personnel and shockingly discovered that cracks that were all exactly identical had starting popping up everywhere, and they do seem to be emitting a sort of energy."

The Doctor processed this information in the back of his mind while he pulled out the sonic. He could hear whispers through the crack, and it was still giving him goosebumps. He scanned the crack with the sonic screwdriver. After studying it for a bit, he sighed.

"This isn't good."

"What is it?" Greggens asked before Bates could.

The Doctor turned his gaze towards Bates and Greggens with a look that would make any scholar question their own intelligence. Yes, he was human in body. But he still had the mind of a Time Lord, and it was his ancient looking eyes drilling into the two Torchwood agents.

"Something that shouldn't be here."

"But what is it, Dr. Tyler?" Bates questioned challengingly.

"It's a crack in the very fabric of spacetime, and-" he was cut off by the crack suddenly widening. It was bright inside, and a violent noise was coming from it. A particular chord met the Doctor's ears that made him blanch. The noise coming from the crack sounded like the TARDIS...but in a way the TARDIS should have never sounded.

His face grim, he grabbed a handkerchief from Greggens' pocket and wrapped it around his hand. He was just about to reach in when something similar to a sonic boom resonated from within the crack. Debris flew from it, raining strange bits down on the now alarmed scientists.

The Doctor threw down the handkerchief and reached for a piece that had landed near his foot. He picked it up, and about choked when he saw it. It was a jagged piece of blue wood, with a scrap of white paint and words, which read: EE FOR USE OF PUB.

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HA HAAA! I love being evil with cliffhangers. For all you technical people, when the TARDIS explodes, it does it, …... nah I'll let you figure it out. I need to stop typing and go put on a band uniform, with a 4th doctor scarf and go march in a christmas parade.

REVIEW! ~Vulcan Lily~