Alrighty, so, I was originally going to do this as a full story. Then I couldn't figure out how to continue it so it was dubbed a one shot. Now I'm working on it again. I feel like I'm time, all wibbly-wobbly. Any who. If you've read the first chapter, I fixed it up a bit. You can re-read it, or skip on to chapter 2.

Please review guys! I'd love you forever!


Chapter 1 – Omega-7/B

The TARDIS landed with a crash and Rory groaned as he stood up. He had lost his grip on the railing during flight and had tumbled across the consol room, hitting his head against the wall.

"Thanks again, Doctor!" Amy said for the eighth time. "Atlantis was incredible!"

Rory joined his wife. "Yeah, thanks for the anniversary gift! Give River our love!"

"Any time." The Doctor smiled at his friends as they exited the TARDIS. "Give me a call if you need anything!" he called after them.

As soon as the doors shut, the TARDIS took off—on her own. "What?" cried the Doctor as he clung desperately to the railing.

With another crash, the TARDIS landed and the Doctor ran to check the monitor.

"No, no, no, no, no," he scolded her, "we are defiantly not landing now. I despise Thursday afternoons! They're boring and pointless and they remind me of the tiff I once had with Cleopatra about her taste in men—remind me never to go back to 32BC!" He rubbed his throat thoughtfully and continued. "Where are we anyhow, hmm? Omega-7/B in the year 5487? Never been there before…"

He felt a familiar tingling sensation in his pocket and pulled out his physic paper.

Help. Oh please, help. They're here. Oh God, they're here. No…no, please don't. Stay away. Stay aw—

The Doctor's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What…? What do you mean 'they're here'? Who's here?" Oddly, he felt himself grinning. "I suppose I'm about to find out!"

He raced for the TARDIS doors, pausing only slightly before he opened them.

And then he heard the screaming.


Earlier

"What a marvelous party, darling! We are both so proud of you!"

A girl stood in front of the Queen and King. She was wearing a light pink, sleeveless, floor-length ball-gown with pearl white gloves that went up to her elbows. Her medium length, straight, blue hair had been left down and was topped with a dainty tiara. "Thank you mother, father," she smiled. "I thought my coronation tomorrow was cause enough for a celebration."

"You were absolutely correct." Standing, the King addressed the guests of the black-tie affair. "My loyal subjects, I would like to take this opportunity to thank each and every one of you for attending such a special night. I would also like to raise a glass; to my daughter." He lifted a wine glass and looked lovingly at the Princess, continuing, "Sweetheart, tomorrow you will be nineteen. With that, comes much responsibility. However, there is no doubt in my mind that you will bear it with greatness. My only wish is that—"

CRASH!

That was when the screaming began. Bursting through the doorways and walls were hundreds of Vasporin—these large, praying-mantis-like creatures were everywhere and surrounded the people. As the citizens of Omega-7/B cowered, a man walked in; he obviously controlled them.

This man had fiery-red hair and a powerful stance. His glares made the subjects tremble in fear. Only the Royal family stood tall.

"Rendipahl," the King growled, "I should have known. What do you think you are doing?"

"Did you honestly think that I would stay hidden forever?" he sneered. "That I would simply accept my banishment? That I would not plan my revenge? Pah! You are even more ignorant than I assumed, old man."

"Stop this at once!"

Rendipahl turned to glare at the Princess. "Stay out of this or you will regret it!"

The Princess held her head high as she spoke. "You will not address me, or my family, in such a way, Rendipahl. You will not harm my people. If you leave now, your life will be spared. If not, you will bring your undoing upon yourself."

Rendipahl tipped his head slightly to the side. "Such brave words for such a little girl." He marched up to her and snatched the tiara from her head, throwing it to the ground. The Princess stood unfazed as he crushed it beneath his shoe. "You know what it is I came for, Princess," he spat. "Give it to me."

"I do not have it. But, if I did, I would not let your filthy hands touch it. Understand something: that will never happen."

"So be it."

Rendipahl signaled to the Vasporin and the slaughter began.


As the Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS, he gasped. There were bodies everywhere; bloody and mangled men, women, and children. No one had been spared from the massacre.

However, the screaming continued. Without stopping to question the scene before him, he raced through another set of doors towards the blood-chilling sound.

The room he entered appeared to be a throne room, more bodies lay scattered along the floor. The Doctor searched for the source of the screaming and saw a girl; a girl with vivid blue hair and a pink ball-gown. She, along with two others (an older man and woman), were being held captive by large bug-like aliens as another man walked amongst the bodies, smiling.

"Rendipahl!" the girl shrieked, sobbing. "How could you? Those people were innocent! They meant nothing to you!"

The man walked right up to the girl, his nose almost touching hers, and grinned. "Exactly."

"WHAT is going on here?" cried the Doctor. He could barely fathom the scene before him. "This is…this is genocide!" He was seething. "Are those Vasporin?"

Vasporin are creatures so brutal, so horrible, and so dangerous that they had only ever been allowed one planet — leaving it punishable by death.

"What are the Vasporin doing here? They don't follow the laws enforced by the Shadow Proclamation. They do what they want, when they want. Above all, they're thick! And because they're so thick, they can't even leave their own planet without help! Which brings me to you!" The Doctor turned on the young man—Rendipahl. "What do you think you're doing?"

The man sneered. "Getting what I want." He turned to the Vasporin restraining the older couple and spoke.

"Kill them. Kill everyone but her," he commanded, pointing at the girl.

"NO!" This desperate cry was made by both the girl and the Doctor.

In one swift motion, the Vasporin had killed the couple and were quickly advancing on the Doctor.

He raised his sonic screwdriver, sending out a frequency that confused the Vasporin just long enough for him to grab the girl's arm and run with her towards his ship.

However, the girl was struggling. She screamed and cried and tried to escape the Doctor's grip and return to the murdered couple. He didn't have enough time to try to calm her—the Vasporin had recovered and were now in hot pursuit—so he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, sprinting into his TARDIS. He slammed the door shut and sealed it with his sonic. Releasing the girl, he flew to the controls, taking off safely with the girl still pounding on the doors, letting out wordless, animalistic shrieks.

When the TARDIS was at a safe distance away from the Vasporin and Rendipahl, the Doctor let her drift smoothly through space as he scanned the small planet they'd left behind for any remaining indigenous life forms. The Doctor turned to the girl, about to apologize and explain to that he was only trying to help, but the words stuck in his throat.

The girl was lying on the floor, hugging her knees, and crying heavy, ragged sobs. Seeing the girl like this, the Doctor knew that no words would help her now; he knew because he had felt this way before.

"Sorry" wouldn't be able to fix the shattered heart of the girl who had just witnessed the brutal murder of her entire species.