Hi. Ok been a massive Doctor Who Fan for years, hope to get a book published soon. But I got board and decided to write on after not sleeping for 24 hours. Crazy I know.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. BBC owns him, worse luck.

PROLOGUE

The TARDIS was in something called a temporal orbit. Or so the Doctor said. Rose was sat in the control room; actually she was sat in one of the columns that circled the console. They split from the base like a form of new art, to join once again at the top. Like some other world coral. She often wondered after seeing the other rooms in the TARDIS. Why the room looked so beat up? Right now it was a lot safer sat up here than it was down there. There was something wrong with the TARDIS again. But unlike calmly looking for the problem, the Doctor was pulling bits out left right and centre. Was her trying to fix the old Girl or kill it?

"Old girl? Now he's got me saying it"

Rose watched as the column in the centre of the console moved up and down, bathing the control room in a blue-green light. The TARDIS often did seem alive. A presence just on the edge of perception. The doctor said the she got in your mind, but in a good way. And she believed that. After she had watched her father die she had sat alone in her room. So alone, so afraid. Then she had felt a warm presence. So like the doctor, but yet not him. It had comforted her. And these days she found herself talking to the TARDIS as if she was a real person in front of her.
Now she watched as the Doctor hit said person with a strange hammer.
"Hey! Is that such a good idea?" she said in an indignant tone
"Don't worry Rose, I know what I am doing" The Doctor replied he hit her again. And rose swore she got an indignant beep from the TARDIS.
"Oh stop hitting the poor girl you bully"
"Me? A bully? Never." He shot her a fake hurt look, which the TARDIS replied for her, by sparking in his direction making him jump. "Hey I'm not that bad!" he glared at the TARDIS. Rose giggled as he continued to glare at his faithful but moody time machine.
"Tea?" Rose asked turning to the door that lead deeper into the TARDIS.
"Please, ooh and bring in some Mcvities Caramel biscuits," he replied grinning ear to ear.
"No"
"What you mean no?"
"Cause you ate them all" The Doctor pouted making her laugh as she left the room. As luck would have it she found some animal crackers in the cupboard, smiling she put them on a tray and walked back to the control room. When she got back she found the doctor strangely absent.
"Doctor?" the loud bang that came from under the floor, that and the mumbled words in some alien language that was probably a swear word told her where he was, he came up rubbing his head with a pained expression.
"Hey you nearly gave me a heart attack"
"Good job you got a spare then 'aint it?"
"oh ha ha, well just for that no trip to some alien planet for you"
"Well, you won't want these animal crackers then"
"Oh um ha…now rose lets not be hasty…."

It writhed and pulsated, it hungered, but not for something as mundane as flesh and blood, no it thrived on pain, on the soul. Here at this prison, the despair was bitter sweet, yes it liked it here. Death looming for those who had done so bad a crime that society deemed it was needed. But it had lingered to long for now, time to return to that other world, the blue and emerald jewel in sea of black, yes. It would return there.

Rob moved forward as the police moved past, the gang had done it again. That had made the skulls pay for invading their turf. The Skulls had killed a lot of his gang and this time his gang, the Death Angels, had paid them back in kind. He watched as the ambulances rushed past, Sirens wailing, piercing the dark with it's blue light. He decided it wasn't safe to be seen around her at the moment so tried to walk away, casually.
The street wet from the recently fallen rain, the glistening reflection of the amber street lamps, reflecting off the wet street, all went noticed in his euphoric feeling..that he had survived another night. He could here people talking, wondering what had happened up the street, why so many ambulances? He walked on ignoring this; he walked past the gun shop he had bought his gun from earlier, how he loved America. And their no questions asked policy. He turned down a dark alleyway, the smell of urine prominent, the wind picked up as the rumblings of thunder reached his ears. Then the rain began to fall, he began to grouch to himself, so lost was he that he did not hear the loud squelch behind him, but he turned at the bone chilling touch at his shoulder. It was like it seeped into his very soul.
What he saw froze his mind for a second, he screamed firing wildly into the night, the scream of pain not dying down for a long time.

KITG: okay guys, what you think so far? intreeged? please R&R