Author's note: I'm sorry, I know some of you are waiting for the next chapters of Lifeline but Goblindreamer sent me back this fic today and I could not wait to post it. Thanks to her for the beta.

Chapter 1

"Five minutes before the crash."

While the interface declared its inevitable warning, the alarm began to scream and all the lights turned red. The ship was crashing and shaking violently, lights were flashing on and off on the computers and some people could not prevent from crying as they fell because of the turbulence.

The captain checked all the measures but the control panel was right; the ship was about to crash and he could not do anything to prevent it. There was a single thing to do if he wanted to stay alive.

"Red code alert. I'm asking for emergency evacuation. I repeat, red code alert."

Then he turned to the man who was desperately looking at him.

"I'm sorry Doctor. You won't be recognized by our mothership. I really hope you'll find a way to get you out of here. And it was very nice to know you."

"But…"

"Captain, red code alert on." said a sizzling voice around them "You can now prepare to teleport."

The captain shouted orders to his crew and then turned back to the Doctor.

"I'm really sorry…"

"Captain! Don't! Please tell me where my -"

Some flashes filled up the room as the Captain and all the people around disappeared, and the Doctor's last words weren't heard.

"- TARDIS before you go."

He turned around, and realized that they left him alone in a crashing ship without any idea of how he will get out of there.

"Four minute and thirty seconds."

He ran to the console and manipulated some buttons to check the measures himself- but the Captain was right. There was nothing to do and, worse, nothing he could do. He gasped in anger and opened the scanner so he could at least try to find his TARDIS – his only chance.

"Come on, where are you?" he asked to his invisible old girl.

"Doctor, she's at the back of the ship!"

He turned back and stared at the woman who had just spoken to him. She was standing at the door, halfway between the room and the corridor, a hand reached out in his direction to show him the way. She was in her thirties and was wearing a black dress which suited her perfect curves, and a pair of high heels that really did not fit the situation. His look moved from her toes, waved along the length of her legs and was trapped by her cleavage, just a second more than decency should have advised, then follow the river of her wavy hazelnut hair to her graceful face. He stared at her with surprise - he did not know where she was coming from, but she was certainly not a member of the crew.

"Who are you?" he asked, but his voice was practically drowned out by the alarm ringing around them.

"Four minutes."

"This is not a time for questions. Come on!"

She reached for him and took his hand, and he had no choice but to follow her.

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