Heading for Hell

Synopsis: The cracks in every universe are beginning to show. Wilfred knows he's playing with fire—the fire inside his beloved granddaughter's head—but that soon becomes the least of his worries as the whole of humanity is at stake. Over in Pete's world, the Torchwood Institute begin to encounter interference from a supernatural force. When tested, the results come back inconclusive. Is the force alien? Or is it beyond any form of human control? "The fibres of time and space are colliding; they're breaking up, merging and deteriorating. Doctor, if you hear this, it's me; Martha. And we need you now more than ever."

Characters: Wilfred, Donna, Sylvia, Rose, The Tenth Doctor Duplicate, Jackie, Pete, Mickey, Martha, Jack, Sarah-Jane, The Eleventh Doctor, River, Amy and Rory. (As well as OC's, minor/undeveloped characters—as of yet!—and others I will add to the list as soon as they are included!)

Generally adventure with hints of mystery, suspense, drama, romance, humour, friendship and family.

Inspired by the songs How Far We've Come by Matchbox Twenty and Shattered by Trading Yesterday.

Hi, guys! Here's the first part! I hope you enjoy. The next ones shall be a lot longer - this one, really, is just a teaser. It's the prologue. Remember to click 'follow' for alerts if you're liking the story so far. Reviews are also highly appreciated, too!

Prologue

Patting down the flowery pink duvet of his great-granddaughter's immaculately made bed, Wilfred Mott set himself down with a slight grunt. He felt his joints slowly release as the pressure he had had moments earlier on the carpeted floor below yielded. With a sigh, Wilfred slowly adjusted his position on the bed to catch a look out of the window through the semi-opened blinds. The day had already drew to a close and the night was looking nigh. Stars began to glisten far ahead in the distance thousands and thousands of miles away from the Earth. The moon crept out of hiding to take its rightful place centre stage. Smiling with satisfaction, Wilf couldn't help but think back to a time when the nights - and days, for that matter - were nowhere near as bright as this. This was hope; tiny glimpses of the future fading out from the darkness. The shooting bursts of light that filled the dark-lit sky each night were a representation of what humanity can really achieve; success. The Earth was back in it's rightful place. The Earth was home, just as it should be.

"Granddad?"

A small voice in the doorway awakened Wilfred away from his sightings through the windowpane. Turning to face the red-headed little girl stood hunched against the doorframe timidly—complete with 'blanky' (an old, tattered piece of rag she had been prone to needing ever since birth: Donna's fault) and a thumb jabbed habitually inside her mouth—Wilfred smiled with kind eyes before indicating his head slightly to the left. Taking the hint, the girl scooted further into the room, her bare feet sliding effortlessly against the beige carpet.

"Where's ya mother?" asked Wilfred lightly.

The young girl shrugged her shoulders with innocence.

"Don't know," came her simple response.

"Right." Wilfred pondered for a moment on whether to question this further before deciding against it. After all, Aggie was only four. And a very feisty four year old at that. Agatha Hermione Temple-Noble. "Well, why don't you come over here and give your old Granddad a hug instead?"

Aggie nodded eagerly. Striding the rest of the way across the room, she stopped directly in front of Wilf before he obeyed her silent commands, lifting her up off the floor by her shoulders and placing her onto his lap. He began to bounce her up and down at a steady pace, watching her fire-like locks bob up and down in the exact same way Donna's did when she was a child. He knew he was getting old—his daughter took each given opportunity she had to remind him of this grimness—and so times spend like this, the stolen moments in life, were the ones he was most fond of. The ones he held the closest. The precious diamonds he knew were soon to run out.

"Would you like me to tell you a story?" he asked after a short pause.

Aggie's brown, Bambi-resembling eyes immediately gleamed with excitement. Turning in her position on Wilf's lap, she looked up to study his ageing face, a beaming grin brimming from ear-to-ear.

"The one about Mummy? Mummy and the mad man with a box?"

Wilfred nodded solemnly a yes. She had a face he could not seem to disappoint. What had become a tradition for the young girl had the potential to ruin everything; if only she knew.

"Remember what I told you though," warned Wilfred.

Motioning her head from side to side as if in a state of thinking for a second, Aggie waited for a dramatic pause before replaying the three words that her grandfather had always told her when a story about the madman was about to be told: "Don't tell Mummy."