Note: I do not own Doctor Who or Torchwood. Madison Toya is all mine however.
A lot of people add their own characters to the televised episodes, I don't do that. I start from scratch and build up from there.
This is my first story, it take's several of the characters from both Doctor Who and Torchwood, and I hope you enjoy it.
She was standing in the hallway, looking at her reflection, and turning this way and that way, making sure to check every angle. The house looked like a department store a few hours after the Boxing Day sales had started. There were clothes everywhere, on the floor, hanging on the lamps, all over the sofa and the bed; everywhere you looked there was some item of clothing. She had been trying things on for almost 4 hours, it was a big day for her.
Today was the day she finally started the job she had been working so hard towards, so many years of studying and training and this was it. The only thing that could make it any better was if her parents could have been there to see it, they would have been so proud of her. Unfortunately they had passed away, almost a year ago, in a car accident on their way to the supermarket. It had just been a normal day and the same journey they took every week. Only there was a drunk driver out on the road that smashed into the side of their car at a junction. They had both died at the scene. She had taken the news very hard at the time, she locked herself inside the house, only going out to attend the funeral and then locking herself away from the rest of the world again.
Her life had been complicated enough already, and she couldn't remember half of it, well more than half actually. She took one last look in the mirror and nodded, and then she turned to the photograph hanging on the wall behind her. A middle aged man with his wife and daughter, a happy family, then she gave a little smile towards them. "Wish me luck," she said and headed out of the white front door and into the early September sunshine.
As she walked confidently down the street, her long brown hair blowing in the slight breeze, she remembered everything that had happened to her before her parents, Jeff and Eliza, had died. The oldest memory she had was of them finding her, drenched and covered with dirt and sand. She had been wearing what once would have been a beautiful wedding gown, but it was filthy and tattered. No one really knows how long she had been on that beach for but it was clear that she had suffered some kind of memory loss. The couple took her back to their house and got her warm and clean.
Over time they started to see her as the daughter they always longed for. They did once have a daughter but she died when she was very young and they never tried for anymore after that. They didn't want to have to go through the pain of that again and they never wanted to try to replace whom they had already lost. They had no other family and so the three of them lived happily together for years, right until the tragic accident. Everything that was theirs they had left to their adopted daughter. They had cared about her so much that they went through the entire process of adoption to make it official that she was their daughter and that had been one of the best days of her life. She had a lot to thank them for because if it had not been for them then she may not have been there today.
It was them that had encouraged her to push forward with her life and work towards this day that she was now living. They had been the ones that encouraged her to pursue art, since she was always drawing and painting the most remarkable things. They had always asked her about the drawings but all she could tell anyone was that they were things she saw in her mind and in her dreams. They were things that somehow seemed familiar to her, things that seem so real but couldn't possibly be. She never thought anymore about what she would draw, yes some of it was described as abstract but it all meant something to her. One of her paintings that had been framed and hung in the living room was of a beautiful landscape, unlike anything that anyone could imagine.
It was paintings and drawings like that which had helped her to get this job, as an art teacher in a nearby secondary school. She was filling up with excitement the closer she was to the school. It was still very early and there were hardly any cars driving along the road, it was quiet apart from the bird songs that were starting to fill the air. She was so happy and in a world of her own that she failed to notice that she was being watched, and someone or something was following her.
He was a tall, handsome, rugged man. American, judging by his accent. He placed a mobile phone back into his pocket, the pocket of an old 1940's style military coat. He seemed to be trying to keep in the shadows, as if he did not want to be seen. He pulled a gadget out from another of the pockets and stared at it intensely for a few moments, mumbling to himself, and then set off along the ally. He moved swiftly and silently, and seemed to be following directions from the strange gadget in his hands.
He suddenly picked up speed and ended up in what could only be described as a graceful run, his coat flapping behind him as he went. There was a strange bleeping noise, and it was coming from the mysterious gadget in his hands, getting louder and faster as if he was getting closer to his target. He started to slow down as he came to the end of the ally, which opened up into a residential street. The houses all looked alike, the doors and windows all the same, neat and tidy gardens surrounded by red brick walls that were only about a metre high. He stayed in the ally, concealed by the long morning shadows, and watched the people passing by.
The street was empty apart from the usual early morning suspects. The milkman, with his float crawling along with the glass bottles filled and clinking together. The postman with his satchel full of mail going from door to door delivering the letters that will either receive a warm welcome or be thrown into the pile of bills. There was also a young boy on his bicycle delivering the paper to those who have requested it from the shop at the end of the road. He continued to wait and soon enough the street was completely deserted. He looked around a few times, checking the device; it was still making a lot of noise.
He stepped out of the shadows and into the empty street, trying to blend in as much as he could. The way he was dressed, there was no way he could blend in anywhere, unless he was back in the Second World War. Striding along the pavement he continued along the street and passed the newspaper shop on the corner. He turned left and started running. The noise was getting louder, faster, his target was closer and as he approached the end of the road he heard someone shouting, a woman.
Around the corner, a beautiful young woman was backing towards the graffiti covered garage doors. The man slowly looked around the corner, doing his best not to be seen, and tried to assess the situation. It was clear the woman was in trouble and in need of some assistance, but what was the cause of her distress. He crouched down, keeping close to the wall the entire time and risking quick glances around the corner.
Then he saw it, the glimmer of silver and the gleam of onyx, now he knew what he was up against. Things were not going as he had hoped for, this was not the type of monster he had expected to be up against. The Fahlongetti, a very brutal race who would kill in an instant and had a common tendency to cause uprising within their own race. Their leaders being killed and replaced by the one whom succeeded to kill them. What did not make sense here was why they were chasing after a female human, chasing her and keeping her alive.
The young woman should have been dead by now, if she had gotten in their way it would have been death without any question but she was alive, and running for her life. He was confused and unsure of how to handle this situation but he needed to act fast. He leaned back against the wall and drew some type of futuristic look gun, sleek grey metal with flickering orange lights down one side of it. He took a deep breath and took another quick glance around the corner; she was cornered, backed up against the graffiti covered wall at the end of a long row of garages. He had to act now, they had her trapped and he had them trapped, hopefully.
He flattened himself back up against the wall again and prepared himself to attack, taking this opportunity to look back behind him to make sure he wasn't being followed. To his surprise someone was crouched down next to him, looking up at him with wide, excited eyes.
"So what's going on here then?"
He could not believe what he was seeing; of all the times to pick he chose this one to show up. He had been so focused that he had not heard the engines or the man creep up beside him. "Doctor!" He said it a little too loud and the other man, the Doctor, hushed him. He paid no attention to his request for him to be quiet. "What the hell are you doing here? You sure like to pick your moments don't you?" The Doctor looked at him, slightly hurt by the greeting he received.
"Oh you know, just passing through, thought it would be nice to visit. So come on, what we got here then?" He ebbed forward and took a peek around the corner. His eyes widened, his face dropped, he turned and looked at the tall American man, "Jack, start from the beginning."
Jack pushed past him, or at least he tried to, to get a look around the corner at the situation he was meant to be intervening in. "There isn't time Doctor, if we don't get in there now then she is dead." His face was serious.
"If they wanted her dead then they would have killed her long ago, so who is she and why do they want her alive eh?" He was deep in thought, more and more questions simmering in his head all craving an answer, an answer he currently did not poses. Suddenly there was a scream; the creatures were advancing on the young woman now. "Come on Jack, who is she?" He asked again, worry spreading across his face, she was in a lot of danger but he needed to know some of the facts before charging in.
"Does it really matter Doctor? If we don't do something then she won't be anyone, she will only be dead."
"Excuse me, but if you don't mind can you either help or just shut up please." It was the woman; she had heard them and was getting desperate. The Doctor looked at Jack and with a nod of the head they both ran in, Jack with his gun in his hand and the Doctor armed with nothing but a silver stick with a blue light at the end. As the Doctor ran in he made adjustments to the stick in his hand, his sonic screwdriver. Jack drew the creatures' attention, shouting at them, aggravating them and threatening them with his gun. The Doctor ran forward towards the woman, sonic screwdriver held out in front of him.
"Cover your ears!" He shouted. She did as he said and covered her ears, just as the screwdriver illuminated and there was a piercing wailing noise, it drowned out the screams of the Fahlongetti. The Doctor grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the creatures, now doubled over in agony. Jack was still keeping his weapon aimed at them, watching them, making sure the Doctor and the woman could get away safely. Soon enough they were behind Jack, and the creatures were starting to find themselves again, getting steady on their feet and composing themselves.
"Hello, I'm the Doctor and what's your name?" He asked the woman.
"Madison, Madison Toya." She replied, nervously.
"Well Madison," the Doctor started, "Run!"
The Doctor looked at her, deep into her stunning emerald green eyes. Madison felt something stir inside her, she couldn't explain it. What she was feeling could just have been a mix of emotions, fear and panic along with anxiousness, but she didn't believe it was any of those things. The Doctor let go of her hands, suddenly those feelings were gone and she nodded at the tall, skinny man in a suit and started running down the alley that the men had appeared from.
This is my first attempt, so please forgive me if anything is incorrectly spelt or there are grammar errors. Any feed back will be great. I can take the negative along side positive.