Chapter one
Enter Spook
"This, sir, is not practical." Spook explained as the officer clamped his wrists together. "I mean really, how am I going to save you from the invasion now!"
"Far as I'm concerned all aliens get the same treatment." The officer said. "Don't care where you're from, don't care what you look like."
"Would it mean anything to you if I said I work with the doctor?" Spook offered, fighting against the restraints as the policeman dragged him in the opposite direction to the right one.
"Nope, don't know who or what that is."
"Well, that's fine, it was a lie anyway. Doctors been dead for years now- Well… suspended within a time lock fighting the same war over and over again." Spook admitted. "Still his name used to mean something in late twenty-first-century earth England."
"Probably still does." The officer admitted. "You're in Iran."
Spook looked up and around. It was, admittedly, a lot hotter than England. "Then what's with all the English accents- wait, no, don't tell me- Second British empire?" the officer nodded, throwing spook in the back of his car. "No, but wait, seriously. You need to let me out, you need to give me back my- my-" he sighed. "My sonic… device, and let me save the world… again."
He slammed the door shut and got into the driver's seat. I take a breath and lean forward, head against the glass. "My name is Spook, or The Spook if you want to be formal. I am seven hundred and eighty two years old. I'm a Time Lord. I'm from the planet Gallefrey in the constellation Castello and if you don't let me out of this car right now your entire planet will burn up and everyone on it will die."
The officer pulled the car into gear and snorted. "Pull the other one mate."
"That usually works." Spook sighed in exasperation, sitting back in the seat as the officer drove him away from his T.A.R.D.I.S.
Spook sat back in the remarkably comfortable cop car and watched the buildings zip by. The sirens above were whirring to indicate that the officer was in a rush. He wasn't, not really. However Spook didn't complain, the sooner he could explain to the man's superiors that he was trying to save their entire world the better.
He shook his head in annoyance and noted with confusion the hair waving from side to side in front of his face. "By the Shadow Proclamation my hair's long!" he exclaimed. "And -" he looked at the strands running over his nose, going cross eyed to do it. "And blac- brown!" He looked around to get a better look at himself, but tied as he was he could not see anything, nor find a mirror. He tapped his thumbs against each finger. "Four fingers, two thumbs. Skinny, decently toned, I think." He noted, kicking off his shoes and dragging off his socks with his toes. "Five toes… on each foot. Though now I'm going to be walking the precinct bare foot." He sighed. The turned hard and Spook was thrown into the side of the car, looking out the window as an explosion caused by aTX-546 particle cannon slammed from the upper atmosphere into the road.
"Hold onto something!" the officer shouted as a rumble announced a bombardment showering down upon the planet.
"With What?" Spook shouted back as the car skidded around the next corner and sped up, aimed directly for a military bunker. Spook was thrown around like a rag doll, ending up on his front in the leg space. "Ok, as soon as I get out of here I'm going back in time and making the designer of this vehicle give it padding in the foot area."
The officer slammed his breaks on and the car skidded and turned, slamming into a recently created crater and flipping. So many swear words swam through Spooks mind that he didn't know how to pick one. The car tumbled over and over until it slammed into a wall, upturned with Spook laying painfully on the front-back divider.
"Crap. Definitely Crap." Spook moaned. "Every language in the universe but… yeah… crap works."
A moment passed and Spooks ears stopped ringing. There was movement, commotion around him and the doors were ripped free. Spook was pulled out and thrown on the floor. He forced himself into a seated position and looked up. The cop that had arrested him was lying dead in the driver's seat and a veritable army of cops had their weapons- gas powered rifles with high velocity vibrorounds –levelled at Spooks face. "Who are you." The lead growled.
Spook paused and looked up at them. They looked like reasonable men- guns notwithstanding. "My name is The Spook, or Spook if you're ok with casual. I'm seven hundred and eighty two years old. I'm a Time Lord. I'm from the planet Gallefrey in the constellation Castello and if you don't release me and take me back that way-" he motioned with his head the way they had come "-right now; your entire planet will burn and everyone will die."
The cops stared at him for a moment before the leader spoke up. "Throw him in the cells, all aliens are under arrest as of the Torchwood Contingency."
"Seriously?" Spook asked, raising his eyebrows. "Does being a time lord mean nothing around here anymore?" He shouted as two men grabbed him under the arms and dragged him back to the cells.
The cells were two cages, one for men and one for women, side by side with enough room between the two that both he and someone in the next cell would have to reach to be able to touch each other.
Thankfully he was the only one in his cell but there was a young woman in the female.
The cops un-cuffed him as a bombing run sounded over-head. They pushed him in and he fell forward, straightening up just in time to watch the door slam shut. "Well that's not good." He sighed, watching the men walk away. He frowned and looked around the room, quickly coming to the conclusion that he was trapped. "Brilliant."
"What're you in for?" a female voice behind him asked.
He spun on his heal and eyed her for a second. "Being me." He said, bowing theatrically. She was about 5'8" with dark brown hair and dusky skin. She was pretty, for a human, with a scar on the right side of her face, just at the back behind her cheek. Spook had seen that scar before, it's what the Asian arm of the second British empire did to thieves. Her's was long healed.
"And you?" Spook asked, scratching the back of his head and running his hands through his long hair.
"I-" she looked away. "You won't believe me."
"I just told you I got arrested for being me, and you think I won't believe you?" Spook asked.
She frowned and looked back at him. "I was hiding in a Bank vault during a bombing raid." She sighed, sitting back. "Cops walked in and assumed I was looting."
"The scar probably didn't help." Spook pointed out. Her hand moved subconsciously up towards her cheek, and then moved back to the hood and pulled it up. "I'm guessing homeless child, stole food, based on how old it looks."
She looked at him for a moment longer and then furrowed her brow. "What did you mean?"
"When?"
"When you said that you were arrested for being you. What did you mean?" She asked, leaning forward and looking over at Spook as he looked around the cell.
"Oh." He said, absently. "My name is Spook. I'm seven hundred and eighty two years old. I'm a Time Lord from the planet Gallefrey in the constellation Castello and if they don't release me your entire planet will burn and everyone will die."
"Wow… really?"
Spook paused and turned to her. Finally. He thought.
