Okay, so this is the prequel to my story "Lost in Time", you can find it on my account. So please enjoy and REVIEW. This story will probably be very short with longish chapters.
Chapter One: Visitors
River flipped through her TARDIS blue diary. According to it she was supposed to meet the Doctor, Amy and Rory in just eight more days, so they could go save some universe from the Bijouz. She had been looking forward to it for weeks, having only left her dingy cell twice in the last three months; she was beginning to get bored.
"There's some humans here to see you River." A guard said tapping on her cell bars.
River stood up and opened up the door for him. They had stopped locking it all together now, knowing that it wouldn't stop her.
"They couldn't wait just a few more days, could they?" River smiled, leaning against the metal cell bars. "Is a man with a bow tie with them?"
"No, it's a couple of teens, girl and boy."
River's eye brows needed together.
"Is one red haired and the other, just sort of blonde, with a nose?" River motioned to the center of her face.
"The girl's hair is strawberry blonde and the boy's is black." He nodded. "He's pretty cute."
River smiled and raised her eyebrow. "I thought you were going with David from accounting Reg?"
"Yes, but that doesn't mean I can't still notice other blokes." He said grinning. "So do you want me to allow them through?"
River nodded and the guard, Reginald, went to retrieve them. It was probably students, wanting to meet the famous Professor Song. River sat back down on her bed and slid the diary underneath her pillow, out of sight.
The guard returned with two young people. The girl had straight, shoulder length strawberry blond hair that stuck out from under a red, knitted beanie. Almost everything about her was red: her square rimmed glasses, her lipstick, her fitted sweater, and her boots. Her finger nails were even a shiny red. The only things that were not red were her black dress pants and a tan, cracked leather bag that hung over her shoulder. The boy was just a bit taller than the girl. He wore a dark blue (not TARDIS blue) long sleeved shirt and black denims. He did indeed have hair as black as the night. He was also very good looking.
The girl smiled at River. "Hullo, my name is Belle Noel Tyre and this is James Johnson."
"Jimmy." The boy raised his hand in the hair. "Hello."
"American?" River said, surprised.
"What gave me away?"
"The accent was a contributing factor."
"Ah, yes that gets me every time." He looked genuinely upset by this.
The girl shook her head. "Are we really having this conversation again?" she looked at River, apologetically. "It's a bit of an obsession of his."
River nodded. "Writing a paper on me are you?"
Belle and Jimmy glanced at each other.
"This is so weird." Jimmy whispered to her. "I mean her meeting us."
"Well it was going to happen eventually James." She whispered back.
River leaned forward and smiled. She whispered. "You do realize that this is a very small cell and that I can hear everything you are saying, since you are less than two feet away from me, don't you?"
Belle blushed.
"How old are you two? You can't be more than twenty."
"James is seventeen and I am sixteen."
"You're young, how did you get involved with…whatever it is you are here for?"
Belle and Jimmy exchanged another glance. It was James who answered. "We can't tell you that, sorry."
River nodded and leaned back, her eyes focused on Belle. "Tyre? That is a very unusual surname isn't it?"
"So is Song or…Pond." Belle smiled a bit.
River froze. "Reggie, why don't you go get a cup of tea?"
Reggie glanced up from Jimmy's backside. "I'm not supposed to leave you alone with guest."
"If she's going to run away, she's going to run away." Jimmy pointed out .
"Yes, go ahead and grab a cuppa tea, Reg." Belle said, smiling a charming smile, showing her straight white teeth.
Reggie gave them both a suspicious looks but turned and left. River stood and stared at them.
"Who are you?"
"Spoilers Ms. Song, spoilers." Belle reached into her leather bag and pulled out a plate sized metal disk with a hole in the middle of it. It gleamed in the fluorescent lights.
"What is that?"
"It is a Model 4 Diviner." Belle said. She looked at River uncertainly. "Do you…know what that is?"
"Vaguely."
"It is a type of device used to—" Belle began but Jimmy put a hand on her arm.
"It is all explained in the letter, Bells. Just give it to her." he said, pulling out a small manila envelope from the leather bag. He handed it to River, who took it hesitantly.
Belle nodded and handed the disk over to River. River put the envelope under her arm and took the disk in both of her hands. She looked it over.
"Careful, it can be…touchy." Belle backed up a bit.
"So what else can you tell me?" River said, eyeing them.
"Whatever you need to know is in there." Jimmy said nodding to the envelope and put a hand on Belle's upper arm, pulling her out of the cell.
Belle looked reluctant to leave, like she wanted to say more, but she didn't.
River stepped out of the cell with them, watching them back away. "Wait, when will I see you again?"
"You won't see us for quite some time."
"What do you mean that I won't? What, you will?"
Jimmy looked at the tight lipped Belle. "She said she would be by for lunch on Sunday, right?"
Belle nodded, still looking at River.
"What is it Miss Tyre?"
"I-I…" she looked up at James who gave her a gently frown. She looked back at River. "It was lovely meeting you Riv-Ms. Song."
And before she knew it, they had disappeared into the dark corridor. River stood there, dumbfounded (which didn't happen often), with the shiny disk in her hand and a light envelope in the other. After a silent minute, she stepped back into her cell, shutting the door with her elbow and sat down on the bed.
On the outside there was a note in familiar hand writing that said:
Belle and James, there is a note inside there for you, the rest is for the other one.
River looked at the handwriting. It was so familiar. She pulled the diary out from under her pillow. She opened it to a random page near the later pages and put the envelope and the page, side by side.
They were identical. The handwriting on the envelope was hers. Now even more curious, River reached deep into it and pulled out small microchip that had—in her handwriting—"River watch me" written on it in small letters.
River pulled out a loose brick from the wall behind her and a small sceen fell out on to the bedspread, along with some loose gravel from the wall.
River pushed the microchip into the little computer and a little menu hologram popped up in the air just above the screen. It was a video head shot of herself.
"Play." River ordered.
The image sprang to life. "So I see you have officially met Belle and James. Nice aren't they? Good kids, it's too bad that you won't see them again anytime soon. I will. But listen, I have a lot to tell you, and it's not something that is written in your diary…yet."
River knew she should feel confused, but this wasn't the first time she had gotten a mysterious message from herself. But this was the first time that she had had the message delivered to her.
The video continued. "There is a document attached to this chip that will give you times and dates, but I have to tell you face to face what you need to expect. Are you ready?"
River didn't know why, but she nodded. "Yes."
Half an hour later, River was packing a bag.
Reggie was leaning against the wall by her cell door. "I thought you said you wouldn't have to leave before Sunday?"
"Time changes Reg."
"Don't you mean things change?" when River didn't respond, he changed the subject. "What did those kids want?"
River wasn't sure how she should respond to that so she just didn't. Reggie didn't push it any further.
"Is my Vortex Manipulator still in evidence?" River asked, putting her diary in her bag and the then the little computer screen on top of it. The chip was no longer in it; she had already destroyed it by smashing it with the loose brick.
"If you mean that funny bracelet, then yes." Reggie opened the cell door for her. She stepped out, he shut it and locked it behind her, and when he turned back to her she was giving him the look.
"Lipstick or..?" he held both her fist up in a fighting stance. She enjoyed the later one the most.
Reggie thought about this for a moment. "The lipstick; I got a concussion the last time you hit me."
River pulled out a gold and white tube of lipstick from her coat pocket. She applied it around her lips, careful not to let it get on her skin.
"I keep forgetting to ask: why doesn't the lipstick affect you?" he asked, pulling out his gun and giving it to River.
"It is designed not to react with my genetic material. But if it gets on my skin, it makes it red."
Reggie nodded like this made sense to him, though it didn't.
"Are you ready?" River asked him. He nodded and she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, pressing hard so she could make sure it worked. Reggie didn't kiss her back; he had tried it once, but it had been very awkward for the both of them. Especially with Reggie drooling afterward as the lipstick began to work.
As River stepped back, Reggie swayed a bit.
"Did I give you my gun?" Reggie asked, his eyes drooping.
"Yes. Should I handcuff you to the bars again? You know what happened last time you were free to roam around in this state."
Reggie nodded and laughed a bit madly. River pulled the handcuffs out of his belt and deftly handcuffed him to the bars.
He laughed again. "Have fun River."
River picked up her bag and waved goodbye to the humming guard.
About three minutes later River emerged from the staircase that brought her up into a waiting station. There was a janitor mopping up some spilled soda on the floor he waved to her. She waved back to him and opened the door that would take her to the evidence room. She passed through the hallway almost silently. She heard two women laughing and as she rounded the corner and recognised them instantly. It was Joy who worked in Evidence and her friend Sarah from Accounting.
Joy smiled as she spotted River. "It's in your box River. Can you save me the paperwork and check it out yourself? I have a date tonight and I was hoping that I could get off early."
River smiled. "Of course. How's the kids Sarah?"
"Maddy is cutting her first tooth." Sarah said ruefully.
"Oh that's too bad." River passed them and entered the Evidence room.
It was always cold in the evidence room. River had planned on getting Joy a heater for Christmas, but she had been detained, saving the universe and all. Her birthday was coming up, she'd have to put it on the list.
River headed straight back to the box section labeled 'S' and found her box. It was surrounded by many more boxes but they were all covered in dust, yet hers was clean. She opened the lid and pulled out the only thing that was in there: Her Vortex Manipulator. It gleamed a bit in the dull light and the leather crackled as she pulled it tight on her wrist.
It felt right, being on her wrist again. It was hers, all hers and one of the few things that she could always keep track of in her mad time lines.
"Where are you going this time?" it was Joy, she was standing by the single metal desk in the corner. She had a file under her arm.
River stretched her arm, letting the leather chafe her wrist a bit until it felt comfortable. "Earth."
Joy looked confused. "Earth? Earth was lost millenniums ago, before we were even terraforming Pluto. How could you—"
"Time Traveler, remember?" River grinned.
Joy nodded. "What…year then?"
"2008…nearly."
"Why, what's in 2008?"
River flexed once more and let her arm fall at her side, satisfied. She said nothing as she put the box back on the shelf and slid the lid back into place. She didn't answer, she was unsure of what she could say.
"What you can't tell me?" Joy laughed.
River said nothing, but gave her a look. Joy sobered up. "You can't tell me."
River had always thought as Joy as a friend, not just an acquaintance or the woman who made her fill out paper work to steal what was hers.
River finally looked at her friend. "There is a girl there who needs my help."
"Who is she? Must be someone special."
"She is. She is the most important person in time right now."
"Why?"
River nodded to the file. "Are those the papers I need to fill out?"
Joy's eyes flashed in annoyance at River's evasiveness. She tossed the file on her desk. "No, it is the file of someone they just brought in."
"What did they do?"
"Don't know, haven't read the file yet have I?" Joy sat down at her desk. There was a box there that River hadn't noticed before. It was an evidence box, new and clean. There were the initials N.L.T. written on it with permanent marker. She couldn't think of anyone with those initials and the thought slipped from her mind.
"So where is that paper work?"
"I can take care of it." Joy shook her head. "My date cancelled."
"I'm sorry."
Joy just nodded and went on reading the new file. River took this as goodbye and left the room without a second thought.
A centuries and train ride later (technically earlier), River was looking up at the great glass edifice she was about to walk into. It reflected the purple clouds and the grey sky. It was the tallest building in New New New New New New New New New New New New New New New New York, or so said the sign. River shook her head. "No wonder people just call it New New York."
The hospital was warm on the inside and River could instantly tell the difference in the air quality. Cat women in wimples walked past, glancing at her or ignoring her all together. Except one. One was walking toward River with purpose, her whiskered face serious and her shoulders back.
"I am Matron Minnow, welcome to the Hospital." She did not sound welcoming whatsoever.
"So you got my message then?" River said. Matron said nothing but turned on her heels and walked away, River followed her. She spoke once they were in a gold lift and alone.
"Yes I got your message, but before you see him, you need to know some things." she said, strictly. She input her security code into a small key pad on the door. "He is sick and old, you cannot stay long. Do not upset him or you will be asked to leave immediately…"
As the lift went up floor after floor, the Matron began to list off the do's and don'ts, but River tuned out, her mind traveling thousands of years away. But was it in the past or the future? She couldn't help but remember her own words in the message: He will tell you where you need to go, but you may not like the answer. But you will have to do it. You have to.
"Ms. Song, are you listening to me?" the Matron glared at her.
"Every word Matron."
Matron Minnow said nothing but continued to glare as they stood there in silence for the last eleven floors. It wasn't until the lift dinged, telling them they had arrived at Ward 26, it finally dawned on River of the seriousness of the situation.
Matron Minnow stayed in the lift as River entered the room. It was white, like the rest of the hospital, and clean but it had an abandoned feeling to it.
"Enter Melody Pond." Said an eerie yet majestic voice. It seemed to echo from behind the long white curtain in the center of the room.
River walked forward hesitantly and pulled the curtain aside, the material fell to the ground. In a large glass container was large humanoid head. He looked older than River thought he would be, older than the Doctor had said he had looked. But then again, different time lines…
"You are the Face of Boe." It wasn't a question, but a statement.
"Yes." It took River a moment to realize that the giant head's mouth was not moving, that he was telepathically speaking with her.
River knelt down to her knees in respect. "Do you know why I am here?"
"Yes, you're companions told me long ago that you would appear to me one day."
"My companions?" River worked alone or with the Doctor and her parents, and she had never called them her companions. "Who are my companions exactly?"
"You have a more important question to ask me River Song." The Face said.
River knew she had limited time, with the Matron waiting for her in the lift, ready to pounce.
River took a deep breath and asked the question that had been weighing on her since she had listened to herself give her orders. "How do I cross the Void and go into Other Earth, Rose Tyler's earth, I mean?"
The Face said nothing.
She repeated the question.
The Face still said nothing for a moment, but he blinked at her. "You are in possession of a Diviner, are you not?"
"How did you—"
"I can sense its power, Miss Pond. It can give you whatever answer you need to know."
River shook her head. "I can't. I was told not to use it."
The Face seemed to almost nod, as if he understood. "Then I will tell you what I know, but you may not like the answer."
"I know."
"The journey you are on is a dangerous and precarious one and many lives depend on it, not just Rose Tyler's, but the Doctor's and your family's as well."
She had not been told this. She had not been told much—she understood why—but she wished she had been told this.
"How do I get to Rose's world?"
"I cannot give you an answer for what I do not know. But I know one who does."
This caught River's attention. "Who?"
"The one they call the Acquirer." The Face said.
"No." River got up off her knees. "No. There must be someone else. Anyone else."
"There is no one else."
"But there hasto be, there has to be." River was defiant. She would not ask that menace for help. Not even if her life depended on it.
But it wasn't her life that depended on it: it was everyone else's.
The Face waited patiently for her to come to this conclusion.
"Where can I find the Acquirer?"
The Matron said nothing as River stepped back onto the lift. She looked from River to the Face of Boe as she pressed the close doors button.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" the Matron asked.
"I'm not sure."
The lift stopped for a moment, the doors opened, and two novices stepped on, whispering about the awful traffic under the city. They got off a few floors later.
"That was Novice Dell and Novice Hame." She said dismissing them. "They apparently don't know to keep their work on their minds."
River didn't care. She was going to walk into the lion's den quite soon and couldn't think of anything else.
A damned little voice in the back of her head said I said you weren't going like it.
As soon as the lift doors opened River nodded her thanks to Matron Minnow and disappeared into the crowd of people.
The New York underground was thriving. Vendors and peddlers shouted out words like "Bliss, get your Bliss here", and "Feeling blue? Get Happy high with always low prices." It was sickening to River how many people were running about, trying to get the latest mood enhancers. She wondered how long it would take until the Doctor got wind of it; he'd put a stop to it.
River had only been to the Underground once, but it wasn't the kind of place you forgot. It was clear that she was an outsider, from her leather to the shiny gun at her side. She wasn't supposed to be here just as much as she didn't want to be here. She knew someone was following her, she had known since she had passed the vendors selling Wisdom (not a best seller), but they were closing in; it was time to act.
"Honestly boys, you can't get anywhere with a girl if you are leering." River smiled as giant man in a black suit suite stepped out of the shadows from behind an overflowing skip.
His voice was deep and thick as it rumbled out of his tree trunk neck. "What is your business with the Acquirer Ms. Song?"
"Just checking up on an old friend." She smiled away as two more large men walked up behind her. "May I see the great one?"
The first man put a finger to the small electronic bud in his ear as someone spoke to him on the other end. The man nodded.
"Very well, your excellency." He waved the other two men off and motioned for River to follow him. He led her to a door in the back of an alley nearby and opened it to a dark corridor.
"The last door." The man said. River stepped inside and the door closed behind her. River felt her way along the cold walls until she felt her toes hit the end of the hallway. She could hear classical music playing from the room behind the door. She took a deep breath and opened the door.
The room was brightly lit which shined well on the wall to wall white and lilac. It smelled of roses and Claire de Lune played from an antique phonograph off to the side of the room near a long white settee with lilac throw pillows.
"Welcome River Song." Said the woman sitting on a lilac wing backed chair. She folded her hands, as if in prayer, over crossed legs.
"Acquirer." River said, smiling, but even she could hear how cold her voice was.
"No need for such formalities River, you know you may call me Iris." She said smiling. Her teeth were as pure white as the dress suit she wore. A purple diamond pin was nestled neatly in her tight, high black as night bun. Her lips were blood red. Who knew the devil's mistress could be so beautiful.
"Iris."
The Acquirer smiled as if this made her happier than anything else in the universe. "See isn't that better? May I pour you a drink?"
"No thank you. I am here on business."
Iris stood up and walked over to River, her hands still folded. "May I take your coat?"
"Iris, I have very little time, so I am going to keep this short: I need to get through the Void and into an alternate universe."
"Did you like what I have done with the décor? I try to keep it up with the latest styles in the universe—"
"Will you help me or not!" River shouted.
Iris stopped smiling. Her voice was calm, but anger edged at it like the jagged edges of broken glass. "It is not the matter of whether I will do it or not, but whether what you will do for it River Song."
"What do you mean? You want a favor for helping me?"
Iris's smile returned but this time it more resembled a cat watching its prey than an angel torn from heaven. "You could call it that. Or you could call it a trade. If you want to cross the Void—and come back through—you will owe me substantially."
River's eyed narrowed. Her voice made it clear that she would do anything. "What do you want?"
The Acquirer's eyes flashed. She had caught her mouse and now she was just playing with it. "Well, as of now, nothing. But I will need something eventually. And when I do, Ms. Song, you must be ready to deliver."
"And if I am otherwise occupied?"
"For your sake, let's hope that doesn't happen."
"Let's hope it doesn't. Now how does this work?"
The Acquirer smiled and pressed a button on her watch. A moment later a young girl, no older than fourteen, limped in carrying a silver tray with a tiny golden ink well, a feather quill and parchment. The girl was trying not to shake; her eyes were downcast in fear. She looked like she had been beaten recently and bruises went up and down her arms.
"Sign your name at the bottom."
River looked down to read the fine print, but the only words on the parchment were: I swear I will do what the Acquirer asks me to do in return she does what I ask.
River looked back up at the woman who was smiling at her intently. "No loop holes. Just what it says it is."
River picked up the quill and dipped it in the ink well. It came out dry.
"You are out of ink." River looked up and saw Iris pull the diamond pin out of her hair. Instead of the long pin River had expected, there was a think scabbard. The bun sagged a bit, making her look less perfect as she drew out the small blade.
"It is a contract signed in blood."
River opened her palm and Iris slid the edge across it deftly. It stung for a moment. Iris licked River's blood off of the blade and then put it back in its place. Iris then gripped River's hand into a fist and held it over the wide mouth of the ink well. Blood dripped from her hand and into the ink well. She dipped the quill in it once more, it came out dripping red. River signed her name and suddenly there was nothing. Nothing but the sound of Iris's voice as she said: "I will see you soon River Song."
"Rose, are you ready?" Mickey yelled from outside the door.
"Give me a minute." Rose called back. Well a minute and 32 seconds.
"We will not be late again because of your bladder." Martha sighed.
Rose said nothing as she counted in her mind.
"Fine, we will meet you out in the jeep." Martha said and Rose heard them walk away and slam the door. She still didn't unlock the door.
"Forty-one, forty, thrity-nine…"
There is no way. No way whatsoever. Rose thought as she tapped her foot against the tile floor. Except there is and you know it…
Rose set the little white stick on the box and stepped back, feeling like she just ran a kilometer in the cold country air.
"Ten, nine, eight…"
Rose leaned her head against the wall, pounding it a bit. No way, no way, no way…
"Three, two…one." Rose took a deep breath and turned back and picked up the pregnancy test, her eyes closed. When she opened them, she was sure she could feel time stop around her.
"Rose, are you coming?" she heard Martha call from outside the door. She hadn't even heard her come in.
"Yes." Rose put the test in the box and shoved it under the pipes in bottom cabinet.
She threw the door opened and pushed past Martha.
"You know it is not good for newly married women to get so stressed." Martha said as she followed Rose down the stairs. "It causes stress on all those around her."
"Is this your medical opinion or your personal opinion?" Rose asked as she pulled on her coat.
Martha shrugged.
"Oh bugger it, let's just go."
In the jeep, Martha and Mickey tried to get Rose talking but ended up whispering to each other.
"It must be because of the Doc—John." Martha whispered to her husband.
Mickey nodded a bit. "He's only been gone for a week, shouldn't be this tough."
"Well you know what we were like after we had just gotten married." Martha pointed out. "Then again, we hardly left the house after we first got married."
Mickey smiled and held his wives hand tightly.
Rose wasn't really paying attention, but she got the vibe they were putting off. It was odd though, thinking about Mickey and Martha being together. When they had first appeared on Earth 2 a year ago, they were as happy and as in love as they were now. Their appearance had been a mistake, a secret project underneath the main building being done by interns with a chemistry set and temperamental temporal shifter. And suddenly they were there, wondering where the hell they were and how they got there. Then they were hugging everyone and laughing and smiling away. There hadn't even been talk of them going back, ever. They were the missing piece that had finally been found.
Rose decided it was time to speak up. "So there has been another ripple in the Rift?"
"According to Jinx, it's more than a ripple. They think there is an actual hole in it now. It just appeared just this morning." Mickey clarified.
"Do we know a point of origin?"
"January of the year 5,000,000,023, one of the New—"
"New New York's" Rose and Martha said together. Rose met Martha's eyes in the rearview window. It always got awkward between them when they spoke of the Doctor, the man they each had loved at some point in time.
"Yes, er, well, it originated from that point in space and time." Mickey said, breaking the tension.
"Do you think it was him?" Martha asked of no one.
Rose answered anyway. "It couldn't be. Why would he?"
"It's the Doctor, who knows the reasons why he does the things he does." Mickey said turning into the drive way of Torchwood HQ. He flashed a guard his badge, as did the others, and they were let through.
When they walked into the conference room, a jittery man with thick glasses and crooked teeth they knew as Jinx approached them tentatively. "Captains, I have the…most distressing…news." He choked out, pushing papers into their faces.
Mickey was really the only one who understood what anything on the papers meant: Mickey was the guns, Martha was the physician and Rose was the expert.
"This says something got through?" Mickey said rereading the data. "How is that possible."
"More than one thing sir." Jinx stuttered out. "Something with a radioactive signature a kilo wide and something…something else."
Martha looked at the data. "What do you mean 'something else'?"
"Something that carries the same genetic traces that all three of you and John Smith carry since your time aboard the time and relative dimension in space machine." Jinx said point at some lines on a graph on the tenth page of the paperwork. "Except this seems to be coded into the persons DNA."
"What does that mean?"
"Well, we thought you might want to ask it?" said Jinx unsurely. "That is if it is alive."
"What?"
"It says…right in there…that it landed right in the, er, holding cell we had designed after the last…mishap." Jinx was sweating profusely.
"What do you mean if it is still alive?" Rose asked.
"Whatever came in, it came in fighting. You can hear it though the walls of the cell." Jinx looked scared.
"Show us."
Jinx stood a good ten feet away from the large black box which seemed to be made of some sort of space marble.
And it was loud. Muffled shouting sounded from inside and the sound of laser blast seemed to radiated off of it.
People stood around watching it, waiting for something to happen, for it to explode or…anything really.
Mickey stepped forward. "Alright everyone who cannot open this thing, leave the room, the rest of you get to work."
Martha and Rose looked at each other. Martha leaned in and whispered. "Yes let's open the giant black box of doom, because that always ends well."
Rose giggled despite herself and backed up as the cube began to light up, opening slowly.
"Everyone at arms!" Rose called out, pulling her pistol out from her side holster.
The cube finally fell apart with a great flash of light and white smoke. And then they all heard:
"Oh sweetie, size doesn't matter, don't you know that?"
A great Dragon looking alien (or maybe it was an actual dragon) started rising out of the white smoke, green saliva hung from its meter long teeth and it's long, skinny, pink tongue lashed out as it took in its surroundings.
A frizzy haired woman ran out of the smoke, smiling. "It's not a friendly beastie, you can shoot. SHOOT!"
"Oh, right." Rose fired at the beast and ordered the others to do the same.
The room filled with the sound of lasers and hisses of anger. The beast's tail came out of the smoke, swinging madly. It missed Martha and Mickey but hit Rose and the stranger, throwing them against the back wall.
Rose landed right by River. She gripped her stomach frantically and looked up at the stranger. She spoke fast and the wind had been knocked out of her. "Who…what…how…huh?"
River smiled and said breathlessly. "Spoilers."
Rose wanted to ask her what she meant but didn't have time. River was on her feet again and charging the beast down with a rocket launcher that she had somehow managed to find.
"Here we go!" She dodged the tail again and propelled herself off a desk until she was in the air and had the gun in line with the dragon's open mouth. She shot and with a great whiz of fire and smoke it disappeared down the beast. When River landed again, she yelled "Run!"
Everyone did as she said. River helped Rose up and they ran towards the door. But after a second of confusion on the angry beast's face, it exploded. There were scales and smoking meat everywhere.
And the frizzy haired woman was laughing. And so was Rose.
"That was bloody brilliant!" Rose laughed, still laying down where she and the Frizzy Stranger had landed.
"Yes, I will say that was one of my best yet." She laughed as a stray chunk of dragon landed about five feet away from her.
"Who are you?" Rose laughed.
The woman got serious. "I am River Song and I have a message for you from the Doctor."
Alright so it didn't take TOO long to get this out there. I hope everyone enjoyed it and I will have the next chapter up ASAP. And for those of you who are new to my story I really suggest you read Lost in Time. Thank you. Please read and review. Talk about anything. It doesn't even have to do with the story. Have a great day/night.