A/N: I'm sorry if you read any of my other stories. I don't update often. But hopefully, I can do one chapter a month with this story. Possibly more. This story will be posted over the span of one year, from this December to next. I hope you enjoy it.
This is only the prologue. A full thousand-word chapter should be posted within a day or two.
And for anyone who wonders where the phone number comes from, it's from the end of Stolen Earth. It was Martha's number until she gave her phone to Ten. I copied it down, intending to use it in some story or other. And here it is.
Martha POV:
07700-906741
I dialed the number, frantic. He picked up within two seconds.
"Martha?"
"We need you again, Doctor."
"What now?"
"Spaceship. Being dismissed as a hoax, but UNIT knows better. I've asked Jack, too, and he agrees."
"But what happened?"
"Two plague-ridden Raxacoricofallapatorians crashed into a farmer's field. He was the first victim. His wife and family were next. The whole town was destroyed within two weeks."
"No..."
"Yes. And it's reached London. We've stopped the spread, but we haven't found a cure. And we need you to get one girl out. UNIT's next recruit, if we can help it. Of course, Jack wants her for Torchwood, but it's her decision. But if she's sick, then neither of us gets her."
"So you need me to take her."
"Yes."
"Give me two minutes."
I hung up, looking at the young orphan behind me. The twelve-year-old glanced up from her chair.
"You're going to be safe now, Ashe. You're safe."
