Author's Note: 'Allo! I see you've found my precious baby that I spent, oh a year of my life creating (actually, it's probably closer to 9 months... O_o, odd that). Anyway, this was written for an LJ challenge I heard about when I was actually about half-way through writing this and I said to myself "If I'm working so damn hard on this, I should really get something for it." and the fact that I was now obliged to finish helping me keep going. As a result, I am now (finally!) allowed to show my bright and beautiful baby to the world as well as these other profits. The LJ challenge also included artists who not only made pretty pictures for me but also A SOUNDTRACK! Can you believe it? Someone actually composed for my story! And since I have now impressed all of you with these outlandish ideas, here is where the actual credit is due...
The Cover: /Round2/03-adventures_
Illustration for Chapter 2: /Round2/03-adventures_
Soundtrack (of Awesome): .?view=270706#t270706

So, diclaimer now, right? Most characters belong to BBC Wales, Russell T Davies, and their actors, I own nothing. Oh, I'd also like to say that the Torchwood part of this fic doesn't come up until the very end (Chapter... 19-ish). Sorry Torchwood fans, I know you're disappointed, but I promise they play a very big part at the end! :)

Chapter 1:

The Doctor leapt about the TARDIS, twisting a knob here, clunking something into place there, then glanced up, realized he was alone, and sighed sadly. He hated being alone, he really did; still, he couldn't force himself on anyone, it wouldn't be fair.

But those were thoughts for another time; in the meanwhile he had to get somewhere… which was wherever he was going. With a bang that rocked the whole blue box and its far larger insides, the TARDIS landed.

The Doctor stuck his head out curiously and found himself aboard a ship. He looked around quizzically and stepped all the way out, it seemed abandoned, which was an all too familiar set up. He took a few steps about, "Okay, the only way this could get any more déjà vu-y is if there was a time portal somewhere around…" and speak of the devil, "here."

The Doctor gaped stupidly for a moment, then glared at it, "Oh come on, not again!" He drew his sonic screwdriver and peered into the portal, nothing; there was just blackness on the other side.

"What?" he frowned and shown the blue light of the screwdriver into it; still nothing. The Doctor pursed his lips as he weighed his options, on the one hand he could go back to the TARDIS and try a new location, or on the other, he could jump head first into the blackness and face whatever adventure awaited him there.

Inevitably, he chose the latter.