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A/N: So, someone (namely 'Sarcasm-The Lowest Form of Wit') asked me to do a kind of sequel to Terror in the Classroom. They also asked me to put Captain Jack in but I didn't just want to randomly chuck him in, as I did with the Tenth Doctor in Centuries Apart. Anyway, now that over-sized author's note is over, read on!

Disclaimer: If I owned Doctor Who, do you REALLY think I'd be wasting my time on fan fiction when this could be on telly?

1. Torchwood

"Bye, mum!" said Barry, as he closed the front door. It was a Saturday and his mum had gone off to see some friends, his dad had to go into his office to sort some things out and his sister had gone to a friend's. That meant Barry had the whole house to himself.

It wasn't that he didn't like having people around but he just preferred his own company. So whenever a chance came up to be by himself, he took it. Besides, he had just rented the whole 'Karate Ninja Samurais from Hell' complete box set and he was sure as hell going to watch all five.

He was about fifteen minutes into the first one when the doorbell rang. Barry sighed, paused the movie and walked to the door. He wondered who it could be. Maybe his dad back early from work or a friend wanting to hang out.

He opened the door and standing there were two men, in black suits and wearing black sun-glasses. They both looked very official.

"Son, we're from Torchwood, a government investigative society." said the slightly-shorter man in front, shoving a government pass into Barry's face.

He gave him time to read it over, then put it away and spoke again.

"We'd like to have a talk with you about the Doctor."

Barry's eyes widened, as he thought about the Doctor for the first time in ages. All that business with the Cybermen had happened over two months ago. He was surprised the government hadn't come knocking at his door sooner.

Cautiously, he stepped aside and they walked in, going to the sitting room and sitting down on the couch. Barry took a seat on the chair next to it.

Immediately after he sat down, the man began to quiz Barry.

"Now, you met the Doctor a month ago at your school, when you came under attack by the Cybermen?"

Barry nodded. He decided not to mention the telepathic red orb, not wanting to cause any more trouble.

"Okay. Do you know where the Doctor is now?"

Barry shook his head. He still didn't trust them fully, remembering the look on the Doctor's face when he had seen their truck.

The man began to ask him about all sorts of matters. About the Doctor's time machine, who he was with and even how old he was. He seemed determined to find every last fact about the Doctor.

Barry began to notice that his silent colleague had begun to twitch a little and make a face of grimace whenever he did. Then he let out a huge fart and Barry fought back the urge to smile and instead asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yes," the man replied, letting off gas again. He leaned over to the other man and mumbled, "There's something wrong with my suit..."

Barry heard this and cocked his head in a confused manner and asked, "Something wrong with your suit? What you mean?"

Suddenly, both men got to their feet and the previously silent one said, "Oh, bloody hell. I can't be bothered anymore. Let's get rid of these."

Then, with an evil smile on their faces, they both reached up under their hairline and began to pull back a small zip, which sent a bright blue light around the room. When they had finished, the humans that had once been there went floppy and fell to the floor. Standing in their place were two, giant, clawed, long-necked, blue aliens. They stretched off, thankful to their no-longer cramped conditions and looked back at Barry.

"We...are the Nathereen."

-DW-

Oooh! How will Barry get out of this one? I already know I swear! I'm not making it up as I go along or anything! *nervous look*

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