A/N – This is my first fan fiction and it's going to be a bit AU :D I've got big plans for this story, but if you hate it…..darn. Please review! I'm totally open to constructive criticism. And just letting you all know, this is a bit of an introductory chapter, so it's probably not super exciting. Hopefully you enjoy it!
-Fred
After the War
-Nine's POV-
I'd say it's been a few years since the Time War, but it's hard to tell inside the TARDIS. If I stay still for too long, I'm afraid the silence will get to me. I have to keep moving. If only to help those devastated by what the warring of my people has done. Never liked liquor, so getting pissed isn't really a favourable option for me. I find myself visiting Earth more and more often though. I've always liked Earth, funny place that it is. All those people in their little lives, going on and on doing useless things; a rat race is what I call it. No matter what's thrown at them, they always seem to just keep going and brush off the abnormal as a hoax. They never see what's straight in front of them, yet they accomplish so many things. But they do have their exceptions. Like my Sarah Jane. It's been a while since I've seen her. I can't bother her now though; I'm too changed, too different. I'm not really the same man she knew. Besides, she's probably living her happy life now. I have to focus on the now. No point in reminiscing. I need to finish wiring this bomb. Can't let the Nestene Consciousness take over this planet and kill all those ignorant little humans when they don't even know what's going on. Their planet was destroyed because of the War, but I think I can help them. There's got to be a planet out there for them to live on peacefully. I don't want there to be any more unnecessary death. The thought of it just sickens me. I sicken myself. I've completed the bomb. I got to get moving. There isn't much time left.
-Ruby's POV-
Today is just another day. I get up, I grab a bit of toast, and out the door to catch the next bus to the shop. Before I knew it, the day was over and one of the other shop girls had a date, and asked me to close up for her. I think it was a fairly new relationship, so I let her go on ahead. Everyone's already left, and now I have to head downstairs to give Wilson the Lottery money. All the other girls go on about how creepy it is down here, with the random manikins around, and racks of unsold clothing, the piles of boxes, and bits of bubble wrap around and how florescent lights just make it look worse. I never saw the problem with it really. I mean, of course there are odds and ends and bits of packing stuffs. We work in a shop after all. Though, I'm starting to see what they mean. Out of the corner of my eye, I keep seeing slight movements. I could swear I saw something move, but when I look, there's no one there but a manikin. I finally reached the door with a lightning bolt symbol on it, but it's locked. I knock and call out his name, but there's no answer. He's probably ignoring me, so I tell him I've got the Lottery money with me. I keep calling, but he's still not answering. Suddenly, I hear a clang behind me. A door I left open had slammed shut. Okay...that's a little strange, but the doorjamb probably just slipped. I walk over to check just to make sure, but the door is stuck! It must have locked behind itself. I tug it a few more time without much hope, but then I hear movement behind me. That's it. "Is someone mucking about?" I shout the question to whoever might be there. I walk back to the centre of the room in hopes being able to see whoever is here. "Who is it?" I shout again without much hope of an answer. There's a sort of creaking rubber sound behind me. Again, there's no one there...but the manikin is moving! "Real funny!" I'm a little freaked but try not to show whoever's pulling this. "I've got the joke! Whose idea was this? Derrick's?" It has to be. That twat. No one answers and they just keep coming towards me. What are they doing? Maybe it's not Derrick. I don't know who else it could be though. I keep backing up away from them, not sure what else to do. My foot hits something and I trip. I'm getting a little panicky now. They've backed me into a wall, and a bunch in the front raise an arm, ready to strike. I close my eyes to try and wait for what's coming. Not like there's anything else I can do.
-Nine's POV-
These humans with their silly little manikins. I'm inside the basement of one of the larger department stores. I traced a pretty strong signal here. I don't think it's the main transmitter, but it definitely couldn't hurt to knock out a supporting signal. I need to put it somewhere central, but near the base of the building to be sure wherever they're sending the signal from is down. Maybe the floor above the basement or inside the elevator to ensure part of the blast can go up. A sound broke into my thoughts. Shouting; it's a girl's voice, and it's not that far away. Of course it's just my luck that there's still one person in this building that I'm about to blow up. Explosive still in hand, I run to the sound of the voice. I turn a corner and go through a set of blue doors and I see her. She's surrounded by manikins. I'm still running to her. There's a gap between the wall and the massed manikins. I wrap my hand around hers to get ready to pull her with me. Her eyes snapped open and looked so surprised and confused that I had to smile before I said, "Run."