Okay, so this is my first attempt (in a long while) at actually writing something like this buuuuuut...lemme know what you think! ) Ohh, and also:

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the Star Trek/Doctor Who stuff in this. If I did, I'd be flithy rich by now, and would be doing this from a beach condo...

Prologue: Arrival

Ensign Emma Barker strode into her quarters after a long arduous shift in engineering, needlessly finessing the conversion ratios of every EPS relay on Deck 15 at Lieutenant Letim's beck and call. Donkey's work, she pondered. Why is he so damned picky about it all, anyway? She frowned. I could swear he's doing this behind everyone's back to irritate me…just because he knows I've got more potential than he ever will. She sighed and went to the replicator on the far side of the room, ordering a steaming cup of peppermint tea before sitting down in her armchair. She took off her shoes and was only just beginning to relax when she noticed someone sleeping in her bed.

Slightly alarmed, she soon came to the conclusion that it must be a prank. She walked towards the bed, careful to make her footfalls inaudible, and uncovered the body. A corpse, no less. Burning furiously.

She screamed and instinctively recoiled from the hellish image before her, only to bump into someone else behind her. She turned on her heel to face them.

"Hello, Emi," her long-dead fiancé replied telepathically, bleeding profusely from his eyes. "Come and join us. We can be happy again, just like we used to."

She screamed constantly for thirty seconds before the merciful blackness took her.

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The TARDIS materialised in a large storage hold, its awesome engines wheezing and groaning, to an opaque standstill surrounded by large containers. The Doctor was the first to step outside. Resplendent in his favourite attire yet, the Doctor checked his appearance up and down for dirt or imperfections. Underneath his long beige trench coat lay a smart pinstriped blue suit with white shirt, complimented by a burgundy tie and All-Star Converse trainers. Looking next to his new environment, the Doctor noticed the dull grey metallic and black décor – futuristic Spartan, about the same size as his control room but wider, he mused. But for some reason, he couldn't date the place, though it somehow seemed familiar – though familiar was good. Safety first and all that...

The Doctor lightly placed his hand on the wall of his loyal craft, examining it with a somewhat puzzled look. His 21st century companion Martha Jones soon joined him, seeming more than a little dizzy from the tumultuous journey.

She was the first to speak. "Bit of a rough ride, wasn't it? Rougher than usual, I mean."

"Yeah, I dunno…" The Doctor affectionately stroked the wooden blue panels as he turned to Martha. "It felt like I nearly lost her there for a second, like she was completely out of her depth; so afraid, so alone…" He paused for a moment before coming back to his senses. "That was far too close. Better rest her here for a while, take some shore leave."

"Where are we?"

"No idea," he replied, "shall we find out?" The Doctor walked over to one of the walls, casting his eyes of the metal casings. "This," he began, "is…so advanced! Compared to you lot, I mean, wow. Something special. Though…definitively human."

Martha looked puzzled. "How can you tell that then? X-ray vision or something? One of your hidden Time Lord talents?"

"Nah, got bored of that years ago! This is much more fun!" The Doctor licked the panel from top to bottom, much to Martha's disgust. He frowned. "This is classic Mars workmanship. Cheap and nasty…tsk, tsk. So from your backyard then! The human race…" He smiled. "Must be a scout ship or something, recon mission perhaps…"

"You can tell that…just by licking it?! You're having a laugh, aren't you?"

"Nope. Organophasic taste buds! Never leave home without them. Especially with chilli con carne! Ohh, yes!" The Doctor opened his mouth to show off his tongue before grinning mischievously.

Martha smiled weakly back before a wave of nausea hit her. "Doctor, what was that? I don't feel too great, all of a sudden…"

"Oh yeah, it'll be the superluminal velocities," the Doctor remarked. "Inertial dampeners should sort it out soon, but even they take getting used to. So shall we go?" He indicated the door before his eyes turned to the opposite wall. The last hints of a smile rapidly faded.

"That's funny; I thought it was your breath!" Martha joked. However, she was still curious. "So what, we've just jumped into…hyperdrive or something?"

The Doctor's face was expressionless. "Or even warp drive..."

Before them lay several recesses in the wall, with fluorescent green lights on a circular screen at head height that were radiating from a central point. One was occupied, the person very much alive, awake and armed, pointing a phaser pistol at them. She tapped a badge on her chest.

"Seven of Nine to Commander Tuvok," she said. "Security Team to Cargo Bay Two at once. Intruder Alert!"

Martha stared, blankly. "Oh, my…" she whispered.

"Yes," the Doctor replied. "Quite."