One

It was a cool autumn evening in Brecon. Out across the mountains there was a cool breeze which lit the contours of Liza Addlington's face. She smiled as she breathed in the beautiful fresh air.

The brochures had been right all along. She put the last of her meal into the fire and knelt admiring the hills as she sat next to her tent. The photographs of the mountain range were idyllic.

Down below her lay a small village called Stickley Path. It was a small and pretty place, with welcoming locals, although at the word 'camping' they had seemed overzealous in their attempts to get her to stay in the inn.

Superstitious buggers.

As she turned to the tent and stood, she grew aware of a creaking sound and an unfamiliar laugh. She turned to it, although nothing announced itself to her. She frowned and called out:

"Who's there?"

A thump answered her. "Okay, who thinks they're funny? Come out from wherever you are."

There was a thumping sound and a growl: a low, throaty growl which left tears beginning to develop in her eyes. She watched in horror as she started backing away and the thing broke cover.

Its face was a mass of pure teeth that shone with blood from a fresh kill. It growled its appreciation at its prey.

The scream which emitted from the girl's lips was cut short by the beast throwing itself at her… and the hills of Brecon fell silent once more.

**

Way out in the depths of space there was a meeting.

The council of The Planet Zendo were reunited at the end of the planet's lifespan. In the distance there was a whir as the planet was eventually evacuated.

"The last woman and child have escaped, milord," a young councillor announced as he entered the room.

One member turned to him. "Fa-Latang, do you not have a wife and child on evacuation?'"

"Yes, sir, but it's my duty…"

"Your duties are relieved. No child shall be robbed of their father… leave."

"But…"

"Leave." The young man did so, leaving the elders on their own. Once out of earshot the speaker closed his eyes. "Yet our ancestors robbed our hero of their father…"

Each member was dressed in long white robes and each had long silver hair which fell to their shoulders- apart from the head of the council, whose hair was close cut to his head and who had a long silver teardrop tattoo sliding down his cheek.

He stood. "My friends- this is the end of the planet as we know it… we are the remnants which will be left behind." He looked around at the staring men. "We have gathered to discuss the final thing to be released on this planet- the Time Lord 328."

On a nearby transporter ship, a guard stood next to his communicator which shone the message from his wrist.

"You are to deliver Time Lord 328 to me," the elder ordered before vanishing into the watch. The guard wiped his face in thought and anticipation.

This particular delivery item was special and indescribable. This prisoner was the survivor of Gallifrey — the planet of the Time Lords. This particular one had been brought here as a child, the elders had been ordered by the mysterious man in the blue box, to keep her safe and to never let her know of the time war…. AND TO NEVER TAKE HER HOME, unless HE came to collect her.

Yet when the Time Lord had returned for the child, the old council had told him she had died after a fall down a ravine... her regenerative powers not fully developed. Yet — she had been placed in cryogenic sleep so not even his telepathy could reach her. In that moment the Doctor had left, anger reverberating from his mind.

The Council had justified their actions saying 'Why Let A Mere Man In a Box Keep a Child Who Could Protect US?'

Yet that had been 200 years ago. She had merely been a child of 100 then, although she had quickly grown into a resourceful warrior with a quick wit and iron sense of morality. She had fought against many foes — Sycorax, Blathereen and Carrionite's — although her reach for home had never ceased.

Now it was time to break the Blue Man's Promises. With a heavy heart, the young man set off.

He soon arrived next to his destination: an ironclad cell. He flicked at the switch and the door opened.

The room was nothing more than a garage apart from a small cot which lay at the side, next to a window. This had some sort of residue on it reassuring the guard it was not used. Or rather not slept in.

In the centre of the room stood a motorbike, a Harley Davison, if one was to be precise about these matters. The Harley Davison was stood next to a teenage girl, who sat cross legged on the ground — seemingly fixing it. The girl didn't stop working.

She was a tall girl with long brown hair which was only a shade brown lighter than her tanned leather jacket. Her bright, large brown eyes flashed with intelligence and she seemed to be in a permanent stasis of threatening knowledge. Upon the bike was a motorbike helmet, and in her right hand was a sonic screwdriver which she was using to fix the bike.

"Bloody thing. You really should've listened to your mother," she muttered to herself. "Mind you, you've managed 300 years of not listening to her why start now… maybe she's on Gallifrey now… cursing your foolishness…" She took on a new high pitched voice. "'Just like your father… he never knew how to control that blue thing… don't mock the captured Daleks… what do you think of that Andromeda… my daughter in trouble… she should've been more like her brothers. We had a granddaughter from the eldest boy… not a bit like her… Trouble is a black sheep. Failed at her exams in the academy, yet knows her facts… her father took our granddaughter travelling yet left our only daughter…' Oh how I miss Gallifrey." The last comment came from her own soft tones.

"Miss, your presence is requested…"

"I deny my presence, how dare you interrupt my rant!" The girl laughed, although the guard went quiet. 'I'm sorry, Lo-Getz, the bike's time capacitator is playing up and I need to fix it.'

"It isn't a request," the man reassured her. She raised an eyebrow. "It's the councillors."

"Ah the councillors, perhaps a new adventure." She chuckled dirtily. "Please let it be more Sycorax, I love revealing I can't die to them." She laughed, waggling her fingers.

The man nodded thoughtfully. The girl had died many deaths, although he knew her only as the one who sat before him. She stood abruptly. "Beam me up then, Scotty…"

"My name is Lo-"

"Never mind, now let's see if old Steve McQueen, here," she gestured at the motorbike, "can stand travel…"

**

The Council waited for her for a long time… the feeling of fear ticking away at them. They feared the man in the blue boxes rage… although the truth was already open and they needed to inform her before the planet's imminent explosion.

Suddenly, shimmering into view was the girl, sitting astride her motorbike and chewing thoughtfully on some jelly babies. She cut the engine and got off, staring defiantly at the council. She continued to chew on the jelly babies, she seemed annoyed.

"You rang, o lord?" She seemed to spit out these words, and she frowned. 'What is the meaning of this?'

"The planet is dying, 32-"

"I have a name and a title — I am no number," she said dismissively. Then she chuckled. 'The Prisoner — knew I nicked it off somewhere!'

The council head frowned. 'Time Lord, we are returning you to Earth- to do your duty.'

The Time Lord shook her head, as she moved to get onto the motorbike. 'I'd much rather be returned Gallifrey. The Elders will want a report on the stasis of the time bandit situation.' Not to mention seeing my family.

"Time Lord-" The councillor shook his head. 'There are no elders left. The Time Lords are nearly extinct.'

Instantly, the Time Lord froze. Her head jerked up. 'The Nightmares. The Terrible Time War… It came true.' Images of nightmares as a child played through her mind before she looked up again. 'The Time War wiped them out, didn't it?'

He nodded. "It was a terrible war…"

"When did it occur…"

"My…"

"WHEN DID IT HAPPEN?!" She didn't shout, yet wasn't quiet. The fury of a Time Lord could be measured on that. A loud voice meant generally calm although this sound was a basic in-between signalling her grief and despair.

"It happened when you had your second re-generation."

"That was 150 years ago…"

"I know, Miss…"

"And everyone was wiped out?'

"All except two." He gestured at her. "You and the other…."

"The Doctor." She spoke before him, and laughed. "That Old Goat kept me from harms reach…" She put her helmet on.

"Lady Lord, where will you go?"

"I shall head to Earth- he's probably hunting around there. Always was a nosey git." She paused. "And fix my bike… he's probably hunting in the desolate wastes of time… I assume it was you lot who made the mistake of disabling my time capacitor.'

"It was… but Lady Lord… will the man in the blue box seek vengeance?"

"By the time I reach him this planet will be gone… he cannot."

"Lady Lord?" came a voice. She looked up at the speaker. "Permit me to ask your name."

"My name is only spoken to the closest of friends — and I do not know it myself as we choose our own names on Gallifrey and I never had a chance to…" she said loudly, pulling her visor down and revving the engine. 'But Time Lords have been known to call me Trouble.'

**

The TARDIS froze for a moment, caught in the swirling colours of the vortex. Then it flung itself forward, hurtling around the infinities of space.

Despite the outside barrage, the inside of the TARDIS remained peaceful and calm. The central column was fluxing; well, all the right lights were flashing and everything seemed at peace.

Suddenly, there was a loud beeping and the Doctor rushed in, his face stern and concerned. Behind him ran Donna Noble: she was wearing a slight grin.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "Sounds like an invasion!"

The Doctor frowned at her. "If there was an invasion the TARDIS wouldn't be excited. She'd be serious like me," he said, breaking into a grin.

"Well, what's she excited about?" Donna asked. "She's screaming like mad."

"Ah, just tro-" he broke off, and raised his hand to Donna. "Donna, what does that sound remind you of?"

Donna shrugged. "A motorbike… why?"

Instantly, the Doctor began to press buttons and laughed maniacally. "Trouble is coming."

"That's not something to be happy with!" Donna protested. "Trouble's something to be… well… troubled with!'

The Doctor gave a huge grin at Donna. "Not when you know who Trouble is!" He ran around the area with a laugh. "All those times, Donna, I felt other Time Lords… when battling… I just thought it was the Master…"

"Who?"

"Never mind… but she's alive, Donna, she's alive. Oh, God, I wish the Missus was here to see this," Donna gaped but he continued. "Oh, trouble. Oh… oh… wait until I get hold of those Zendorians! Not a hint of morality in them! Should've left her on Earth — nice people there."

He flicked a final button, before noting something. "It's heading to Earth…" he noticed a pulse beat on the screen yet the TARDIS kept chattering. "Shut up, woman- there's trouble."

"You said-"

"Not that kind!" he spat. "This kind concerns me."

"Well…"

"The Pulse beat seems to be a loop. Saying Help." He paused. "Morally Obliged to head there… it's probably some desolate far off land."

"Very astute of you," Donna commented before looking over his shoulder. "Where is it."

"Just as I said… a far off desolate place." He smiled. "Earth in the 21st century."

The TARDIS gave a loud roar before shooting off again.