The Doctor, grieving over the loss of his third companion, Martha, decided to take a trip back to Earth, decidedly a few months after the notorious attack of the Master. None of the human race remembered, of course apart from Martha, her family, and a select few others who were involved in the year and one day of absolute hell. He wanted to give them time to heal, time to fix their bonds and become a normal family again. But of course, nothing the Doctor does ever goes to plan. He was only looking to pop in for a cup of tea, and leave again. But no, no, no, the universe had different plans for him.
He landed in the middle of London, as he often does with his T.A.R.D.I.S., the beautiful blue police box which he'd quite clearly fallen in love with through the years of it being by his side. His one true everlasting companion, the one living thing he couldn't screw up, as he put it in his gaping mind. He stepped out to see the sun glaring down at him, glancing up and shielding his eyes, he heard a familiar voice which sent a shiver down his spine for the umpteenth time.
"Delete! Delete! Delete!" He heard it, the infamous electronic voice, the stomping feet, almost melodic.
"GET DOWN!" A British young woman's distressed voice screamed from the distance. "CAN'T YOU HEAR ME? GET DOWN!"
"I'd listen to her if I was you, mate." Another young woman stood beside him, pulling his coattail down behind a large rock.
He heard the sound of a sonic, and a crashing noise, before the sound of metal stomping feet ceased.
"All clear?" The voice belonging to the second girl questioned from behind the rock, peaking over slightly.
"It's safe, you can come out Lydia." The first voice yelled, slightly panting.
"And who are you? You must be mad, standing out here alone, as if the Cyber Men wouldn't catch you." The first voice continued as the Doctor and the second girl, who now had a name, Lydia, stood up from behind the rock.
"I'm the Doctor, pleased to meet you. What year is it, if I may ask?"
"It's 2027, have you had a bit too much to drink, mate? Would explain what you're doing out here." The first girl continued. "I'm Freya, that's Lydia. We work for Torchwood, but w prefer to call ourselves free-lance rebels, working to stop the Cyber Men age."
"Ah, got here a little late, but I'm always on time for a good rebellion. If the Cyber Men could catch me, how come they couldn't catch you two?" The Doctor asked scratching his head and glancing around, slightly frightful at what the world might of become.
"We have these." Lydia stated, pointing to a small chained necklace around her neck, supporting a green pendant. "New technology from Torchwood, basically makes it so they can't really notice you, but we can notice each other."
Freya unzipped her bag quickly pulling out a third necklace, and handing it over to the Doctor. "We always keep spares if we meet a stray, though lately it's been unlikely. Everyone's either in the institute or in line to be "upgraded"" She said making air quotes around the word upgraded.
"What's the institute?" The Doctor asked, confusion crossed his mind. He had so many questions. "And, hold on, how in the world did you stop that Cyber Man all on your own?"
"The institute is like an underground housing type thing, started by Torchwood, of course. It's where all the un-upgraded, people who value their lives go to keep safe." Lydia said with a grin, "I thought of it and I got a good majority of Cardiff and London to safety in the past few months, I'm very proud of it."
"And I stopped it with this." Freya pulled a metal objected out of the pocket of her army jeans, slightly bigger than the sonic screwdriver but not by much. "It's a sonic pistol, fit for a small pocket. Doesn't have much ammo, we only use the small ones to fight one man attacks usually. Designed by Torchwood, by the best for the best." She added with a smirk, suggesting she had designed the sonic pistol.
"C'mon we'll take you up to Torchwood, you say you're the Doctor, eh? We've been dying to meet you, we've heard so many stories." Lydia said, a slight excitement in her voice, as if she was trying to hide it. Freya rolled her eyes, and laughed, mumbling "Try not to make us sound too desperate, Lyd."
