Right- Hello, sorry, Loving the Impossible is going very slowly due to writer's block and school, I will try hard to have the next chapter up this weekend but for now here!

I do not own anything... well Doctor Who... except a mug... well anyways!

This is a Torchwood-Doctor Who crossover, set after The Wedding of River Song, so spoilers there, and before Owen's 'death' in Torchwood, but with some spoilers for Children of the Earth

Also, this is T because it's a mix of Torchwood, Owen, Jack and later, there will be references to a boy being abused as a child, I'm sorry to anyone who has had that, and I'm not trying to offend anyone with that, but anyways, here's the story.

Oh and a summary first-

In St. Aquinas, nightmares haunt the halls. Torchwood has been called in, but discover there is someone else wandering these halls. An old friend- The Doctor.

Lol that was crappy, hopefully the story'll be better-

There's Something in the Dark

Prologue

1:02 AM 13 September 2008

St. Aquinas' School, Northern Maine

Michael walked slowly down the corridor, taking care to dodge the floorboards he knew creaked. Even though he had only been here two weeks, he had gotten to know this old building very well. Too well in fact.

He glanced around, moving his hands out in front of him, searching the dark.

A floorboard creaked. It echoed through the building, almost as if the whole house had moved at the tiny disturbance. Michael took a quick breath.

Another creak.

Closer.

He froze. Then.

SNAP.

A door to his right was flung open and instead of the expected Aaron Larcksty, it was Him.

Michael screamed and ran.

This was a dream. It had to be a dream, He was locked up, He couldn't be here.

He wasn't concentrating on where he was going and soon tripped over a loose board, flying forward, almost breaking his wrist when he landed roughly, at the very edge of the steep staircase.

"Come here, you," growled the all-to familiar voice. Michael felt a large, cold hand wrap tightly around his wrist, forcing the boy to stand, "Told you not to wander off, didn't I?" With the growling voice came the distinct smell of alcohol.

Michael whimpered and tried to jerk out of the tight grip. In doing so, he lost his footing.

Time seemed to stop. Michael flailed, his feet and hands not connecting with anything. He twisted around, just as he hit the banister, falling over the side.

The floor shot up towards him.

CRACK!

Michael shot up in bed, breathing heavily. On the other side of the room Jacob, his roommate, turned over in his sleep, almost sliding off the thin bed.

So it had been a dream. He moved back until he hit the wall his bed was pushed up against, his feet dangling over the side.

The windows rattled in the wind, rain pounding against the roof. The trees that surrounded the ancient building scraped against the sides.

Michael sighed, he'd been having that nightmare ever since he had come to this school. Before that it had been set in his 'parent's' home, and before that it was in the orphanage. Originally it had been in his home, where He was.

Michael shivered at the memory.

He would never be rid of the nightmares, but his 'mother' had taught him some tricks to make them more bearable. The problem was, they didn't seem work here. He had been fine for the four months he had spent his 'parent's' home, but as soon as he had walked in through the school's doors… well that's when the nightmares started up again, and this time worse.

Sometimes he had them when he was awake. Not the running down the hall and almost getting killed, but hearing His voice, smelling the alcohol that accompanied him, feeling the brush of His hand in the hall.

Michael stood, he couldn't take this anymore, just sitting here, waiting for something to happen.

He snuck out of the room quietly, almost mirroring what had happened in his dream. He dodged the floorboards, snuck around Aaron Larcksty's room, and moved quickly and quietly down the steep staircase.

Hearing voices, he pressed himself against the hallway's wall and held his breath.

"I had another one come in just an hour ago," That was the Headmaster.

"Was it nightmares again?" The Assistant Headmistress.

"Yes, but this time… the boy said he was scared, came out of his room, to go see his brother-" Kevin Merits, Michael thought. He had met Kevin his first day, the kid was tiny for his age- 11 and extremely jumpy and easily scared. His brother, Malcolm was the exact opposite. Malcolm was large, strong, brave, and overly protective of his younger brother. The Headmaster continued, walking in front of the large double doors that lead to the garden- "But on his way, he said he saw a ghost."

"Who was this?" The Assistant Headmistress asked.

"The Merits boy," The man replied, "Why? He tell you the same story?"

"No," The woman said, stopping outside her office which was connected to her bedroom, "But I have heard that story, from the other boys, not just the young ones. Just last week one of the eldest boys, Patrick Clarence came and told me about how he had been chased around the east wing by his neighbor's old dog."

"Rediculous," The Headmaster said, "Clarence lives in Ohio, doesn't he?"

"Yes, but that's not all," She continued, "The neighbor moved away three years ago and the dog died the year before that. I've heard many different stories, but they all involve someone or something that cannot possibly be here."

"So you believe these stories of ghosts then?" The Headmaster scoffed, "Really."

"What can it be then?" The Assistant asked, Michael leaned forward. He wasn't the only one then. The Assistant Headmistress continued, "Did Abigail tell you the real reason why she quit?"

"No, you were that old bitch's only friend," The Headmaster said. Michael couldn't help but be shocked, he knew the Headmaster wasn't the nicest of men, but calling the old nurse that? She had been kind to Michael when she had found out about Derik.

"Abigail" The Assistant Headmistress said stiffly, "Had been seeing her first husband. The one who… Well the one she ran away from. But he's been dead ten years. And the old gardener, left the year before you came- he kept seeing his least favorite aunt's old cat. He was terrified of that cat. But the aunt and the cat died when he was twelve. I can go on, the boys and the teachers, we've all-"

"You?" the Headmaster cut her off.

"Maybe," The Assistant Headmistress said.

"And what might it have been that you have been… seeing?" He said stiffly.

Michael didn't hear the rest of the conversation. A floorboard creaked behind him. The boy turned slowly.

Walking slowly towards him was…

"Derik?" Michael whispered. The older boy looked terrified, he moved closer to Michael. "Derik? What's going on?" Michael whispered, "How're… how's this? Derik!"

"What was that?" The Headmaster shouted, running to the sound of Michael's shout. The boy was curled on the floor, crying.

"He's gone!" The boy shouted, "He killed him!"

"What are you talking about, boy!" The Headmaster said harshly. "Who's killed who?"

"Derik! He's dead!" Michael shouted. Doors were creaking open all over the house, heads were poking out of rooms, wanting to know what the commotion was about.

"It's Michael, isn't it?" The Assistant Headmistress asked, kneeling down before Michael. She was an average looking woman in her early thirties with light brown hair that was cut short around her face and giving a good view of her light blue eyes, "What's wrong Michael?"

"He's got him," Michael said, sniffing.

"Who? Who's got him?" The woman asked kindly.

"He does."

"Who? Did this just happen?"

The boy shook his head. "It can't have."

"What do you mean?" The Headmaster said.

"They can't be here."

The Assistant Headmistress froze at this, recognizing the story. The Headmaster however, wasn't going to put up with this. He stood.

"Out of bed at midnight! Making up stories of murders! You're in big trouble boy," He said firmly, "And as for you lot!" He looked around the hall at the all the doors that were just open, just enough for the occupants to hear what was going on the floor below, "You will all be back in bed and asleep in five minutes, or you will all be serving detention!" He looked down at the boy curled in a ball on the floor, "I've had enough of this, I'm calling the police."

"Here, come with me," The Assistant Headmistress helped Michael up, she turned to the Headmaster, "I'm going to take him to my office and see if I can help."

The Headmaster frowned but agreed nonetheless and went to phone the police.

When he reached his room, he pulled out his cell phone.

No signal.

"What?" He muttered to himself, there was always a signal here, not always the best, but they had never lost it.

He went looking for the nearest land line. There were none on the first floor, something he would have to fix. He made his way carefully up the staircase, it was dark and the stairs were steep, easy to trip on. Another reason he hated this school.

He spotted the phone. Right on the landing. When had they put that there?

The Headmaster picked it up, dialing. He put the phone to his ear. Nothing.

Was everything broken in this house?

"Damn it." He muttered and turned, trying to remember where another phone would be. The house was silent but for his breathing. And another's.

He jumped around.

"How! How is… How are you here?" He nearly screamed, "This isn't possible!" he backed away, not noticing the stairs right behind him.

The figure continued to advance and the Headmaster slowly backed away. His foot slipped, in a similar fashion to Michael's dream, the man was flung over the banister, landing in the middle of the hall.

Dead.

7:34 13 September 2008

Torchwood Headquarters, Cardiff

Jack sighed as he moved yet another report to the growing pile on his desk.

"You know, sometimes I wish one of these was a little note saying how nice the weather is in, oh I don't know, Glasgow, or maybe it's a report on some good bars in the area," Jack said as Ianto Jones walked into his office, carrying a tray with a cup of coffee on it. "But no, it's all- 'I saw an alien, well, it might actually have been my neighbor's dog, but I thought I'd mention it anyways.' And then there's the times it actually is an alien."

"Morning sir," Ianto said as he handing Jack a steaming cup of coffee, "Nice and hot. Anything interesting?" He asked, motioning towards the huge tower of reports on Jack's desk.

"Not really, but there is some old lady in London who's been having a daily tea party with Winston Churchill," Jack said, taking a sip.

"Has Emery's had any problems?" Ianto asked getting straight to the point, the reason he was in Jack's office, "I told them we'd be going back to check in on them this month, in case we missed some eggs in our clean up."

Jack frowned, "Thanks for reminding me about that experience. But… I haven't gotten anything yet. If they do, we'll be the first to know, I'm monitoring the school now."

"Right," Ianto said with a sigh.

"What? Trying to find something to do?" Jack smirked.

"It's been a slow week sir is all," Ianto said, ignoring Jack, "Would you like anything to go with your coffee?"

"No, I'm fine," Jack said, "Just had breakfast."

Ianto nodded and exited the office, dodging expertly around Gwen who was tossing a basketball across the hub to Tosh.

Jack leaned back in his chair, smiling slightly as he heard the sound of the basket ball hoop rattle as the ball passed through, thrown by Gwen.

"Told you you couldn't beat us!" The former police-woman said, laughed, "Thought he could take on the both of us, didn't he, Tosh?"

"Oh, definitely," Tosh laughed as Owen walked away from the two women.

"You two cheated."

"No, we didn't," Gwen laughed, "You just shouldn't have said you could beat us both."

Owen rolled his eyes in Jack's direction to which the immortal laughed.

"They aren't going to let this go, Owen," Jack called, turning to his computer as it alerted him to a new email. He frowned, it was under the Emery category. So maybe Ianto would be taking a trip today.

"Yeah, well, since you two cheated, the bet didn't count," The doctor said.

"Oh, yes it does," Gwen said, following Owen down to the autopsy room, which was currently empty. Other than the large amount of reports, which were mainly reports of civilians freaking out over a recent alien landing, work at Torchwood was going slowly.

Jack sat up. "Hey, you lot! Over here now!"

Gwen and Tosh quickly ran to his office, while Owen and Ianto took their time.

"What is it Jack?" Tosh asked, curious.

Jack spun the monitor around so the other four could read the short, but to the point email from UNIT.

"Martha just sent us this, says she thinks it'd be a good idea if we looked into it," Jack said.

"St. Aquinas," Ianto said out loud, "Saint Thomas Aquinas, patron saint of students and universities."

"How do you know that?" Owen asked in disbelief.

"It's the sister school of Emery's," Ianto said. Jack nodded.

"Apparently they've been having some trouble with ghosts," He said, "They were just being spooky up until two days ago, when the Headmaster was found dead, fell down the stairs."

There was a picture of the body and the large, open room it was found in.

"Those stairs are dangerous," Owen said, "He could've easily tripped, if it was the middle of the night then the probability of him just tripping goes way up."

"So why do they say it's the ghost?" Tosh asked.

"Because right before he died, the kids heard him shouting about someone. 'How's this possible? How can you be here?' that sort of stuff," Jack said, "Martha knew about the Crevian problem at Emery's-"

"Crevians don't do ghosty stuff though," Gwen interrupted, "They're just those big lizard things aren't they?" Owen rolled his eyes. He still hadn't gotten over the fact that on Gwen's one, forced day off, the rest of the team had been stuck in a boarding school chasing down giant, carnivorous lizards.

"Yes. Good description, big lizard things that eat everything in sight and lay eggs everywhere," Ianto said, "And Gwen's right, they don't do hauntings."

"It was more the fact that they were aliens," Jack said, "Martha thought the sister school might have a similar problem. Both schools went through huge budget cuts last year, over half the staff from both schools were replaced."

"That's how the Crevians got in right?" Gwen asked.

"Possibly," Jack said, "There was a signal sent from inside the school that they were attracted to. The signal started up around when the staff changes were. So Martha thought this might be something similar, or related."

"So what're we going to do?" Owen asked, "Hold a séance and ask the ghost if some alien asked them to come and kill this dude?"

"No," Jack glared at the doctor, "But we are going to go to the school and check it out."

"Hold up," Owen said as Jack stood, "But it said the school was in America."

"Yeah," Jack said, pulling his coat on.

"Isn't that a bit out of our jurisdiction?" Owen asked.

"We protect the Earth, Owen, since when is America not on Earth?" Jack asked.

"Well there was that one time those aliens came and tried to arrest one of their criminals, but the tractor beam was a bit off…" Ianto said.

Owen glared at him, "I didn't know their translation software was shit! Tosh could've done a better job at ours!"

"But there is a difference between, 'make it two meters bigger' and 'make it two kilometers bigger'" Ianto said, Jack, Tosh and Gwen walked past the two, off to grab any equipment they might need.

"Again, I would have liked it if her translations had been a bit more precise," Owen shot back.

"And I think everyone in…Maine was it? Would agree," Ianto said, moving to clear up Jack's desk.

Owen gave up, and stomped off to his work station.

"You two done?" Jack called down from the conference room. When no one responded he continued, "Good! Pack up anything we might need, and pack a bag! We're going to America!"

6:25 PM 31 October 2011

Williams Residency, Leadworth

Rory, who until seconds before had been sleeping peacefully in a lawn chair, was startled awake by a loud scream followed by a crash coming from behind him.

He jumped up, spinning in a circle before he realized the noise had come from their kitchen. He sprinted indoors, barely dodging around the table in the hall, and burst into the kitchen.

"Amy!" Rory slid to a stop.

Standing in the middle of the kitchen, his arms wrapped tightly around Rory's wife was…

"Doctor?" Rory asked.

"Rory the Roman!" The Doctor let go of Amy and moved to pull the nurse into a tight hug. Rory pulled out of it after a second.

"What are you doing here?" Rory asked.

"Oh you know, visiting," The Doctor said, sitting down at the kitchen table and flipping through the pages of the cookbook placed in front of him, "Just popped in to say hello, long time no see and all that. Although, from your point of view it might be short time, no see. Not sure, time travel…" He trailed off, looking around the room, quickly bored by how many ways to cook chicken there were.

Amy glanced at Rory.

"Um, Doctor," Rory asked, getting the message, "Where are you? In your… timeline…"

"What do you mean?" The Doctor asked, knowing perfectly well what Rory meant. Had he been to Lake Silencio.

"Uh, how old are you?" Rory asked, he wasn't as good as this as his…daughter.

"1027," The Doctor lied quickly.

"Right, so why're you here?" Amy asked, then quickly continued "Not that we aren't glad to see you… but it's not really like you."

The Doctor jumped up and walked over to where Amy was and grabbed a newspaper Rory had left lying next to the sink.

"Oh, oops," He said, picking it up.

"What do you mean 'oops'?" Rory asked, then froze, "Hold on, the world isn't going to explode or send us into some alternate timeline is it?"

"No, no…" The Doctor said, throwing the newspaper across the room, "Wrong date, that's all."

"What do you mean, wrong date?" Amy said, then, after a pause, she continued, "I knew you didn't mean to come here."

"No, I did, but not today," The Doctor said, "It's a bit too late…and off."

"How much too late?"

"Three years…" The Doctor said, looking anywhere but Rory or Amy, adding as quietly as he could- "And it's the wrong continent, But! Love what you've done with the hall…" He said loudly, moving out of the kitchen.

"You got the wrong continent." Rory said, "Your driving hasn't gotten any better, has it?"

"It doesn't help when you have a sentient time machine that sometimes doesn't feel like taking you where you want to go," The Doctor said.

"Great excuse that," Rory said.

The Doctor was nearly to the front door now.

"Doctor!" Amy cut him off, "You can't just leave now."

"Sorry," The Doctor said, "It's too late, I've got to go back."

"Back where?" Rory asked.

"America," The Doctor said with a grin.

Rory and Amy froze.

"What? America?" Amy said with a forced laugh, "What about it?"

"Someone I need to see," The Doctor said, "He'll be over there."

"How do you know?" Rory asked.

"He told me," The Doctor said.

"Why couldn't you just do whatever you had to do when they told you?" Amy asked, now curious.

"That's the thing," The Doctor said, "He told me he saw me there, slipped more like, and there were strange reports, I was there, going to move the TARDIS but it sent me here."

"Maybe it means we're supposed to go," Amy said, trying to convince him. Even though River had told them the Doctor was alive, it was still hard seeing him. She wanted to spend every possible second with him. Seeing his 'death' had been too much.

She didn't want to lose her imaginary friend.

Rory picked up on this and said, "The TARDIS can see all time at once, right? So maybe she saw this, and knew we needed to go."

"Yes, but then It could just be that she's a type 40 TARDIS with terrible steering," The Doctor said, he wasn't too sure he wanted the young couple being involved with his…friend.

"But there could be every chance that it isn't the steering," Amy said.

After a pause, the Doctor sighed, "Fine….fine." He moved to walk out the door, but Amy was still in his way, "Well, are we going or not?"

Amy smiled and hugged him, "Thanks."

"You may not be thanking me when we get there," The Doctor said. He knew what River had done after their encounter at the crash of the Byzantium, how Amy knew. But he couldn't tell her it was him, the one who survived. So he was making up for it…. By most likely putting her in great danger.

Ten minutes later, the Doctor was moving quickly around the TARDIS console, pulling levers, jamming down buttons, and typing away on the typewriter.

"So, where in America are we going, exactly?" Rory asked as he held on for dear life. The TARDIS spun and jerked, throwing the three time travelers around the room. Rory fell, but stood quickly. He couldn't help but smile. He would never admit it, even to himself, but he had missed this. Not specifically the danger of being splattered against the walls, but the adventure of going to a different time.

"One of the northern states… uh… Maine," The Doctor said, pulling the veiwscreen towards him, "St. Aquistines, it's a boarding school, originally for boys, but in 2009 they open it up for girls after six years of debate."

"What day then?" Amy asked, "You said it was in the past."

"Yes!" The Doctor punched down a few more keys on the typewriter, the TARDIS had stopped jerking aobut, "13 September, 2008. Aaaaaaand There!"

The TARDIS landed smoothly, much to the married couple's surprise.

"We're here," The Doctor grinned.

Hope you liked this, it's just the prologue, but I'll try to get the first chapter up this weekend.

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