"Miss Smith, we have got to keep moving!" Private Russel screams at Martha.

"But it doesn't make sense!" Martha shouts back.

"That doesn't matter! We have got to go! I've got reports of over 50 alien species invading this planet!" Private Russel argues.

"50!" gasps Martha, who cannot believe her ears.

"60, 70, 90, I don't know!" Private Russel replies.

"But why are they all here?" Martha questions, pulling out her phone.

"Attempting to contact the doctor?" asks Private Russel.

"No," Martha replies, almost angrily. "My husband, actually."

She presses the phone to her ear and waits, before sighing and throwing the device back into her pocket.

Once both Martha and Private Russel make their journey to land, they abandon the boat. They had discovered the waters were plagued with Saturnyn, and thought they would be safer not traveling on the water. They were currently walking through a large jungle. Martha considers this good, as there is sun and plenty of vegetation. At first, though, she was slightly worried about the animals. However, then remembered the planet had been invaded by multiple species, and animal were the least of their worries. The large trees could also provide excellent camouflage from any flying visitors.

"Where are we going?" Martha asks.

"Britain. I have a plane awating us," replies Sheridan.

"But aliens have invaded there as well! Mickey told me there's Cybermen!"


Meanwhile, in Britain, Jo Grant and Mickey Smith camp out in a small flat. Jo has only just woken up, and is drying her hair from a shower.

"Not exactly warm water, but when metal monsters invade you can't be picky," she smiles.

"It's not just Cybermen. Martha tells me there's Sontarans in New York as well!"

"Sontarans?" Jo questions.

"Big talking potatoes with guns" Mickey explains.

A massive bang! is heard from outside, alerting Jo and Mickey, who cautiously walk to the window. They slowly pull apart a window curtain, trying to see which alien spacecraft has just landed.

"I didn't know aliens could use the number 200 bus as spaceships!" Jo wonders aloud.

"They can't," Mickey answers.

"Are You Kidding Me?" a female voice screams from the bus. A young woman staggers out of the 200 waving her black hair and batting her blue eyes. Mickey and Jo, immediately intrigued, run outside the house.

"Who the hell are you?" Mickey asks, completely shocked.

"I am Lady Christina de Souza. I'm part of the British aristocracy, and I do not tolerate people asking me 'who the hell I am'. I demand an apology!"

"Sorry" Mickey utters awkwardly.

"Apology accepted. I was just driving, when I crashed here," pants Christina.

"Crashed into what?" Jo murmurs. "There's nothing in front of it."

"I crashed down from the sky," Christina explains, as if it's something everyone should know.

Mickey marvels at the broken down bus, exclaiming at how she has a number 200 bus that can fly.

"It was working fine until I was attacked by the multi-colour flying pepper pots. One of them must have shot something. Times like this I could use the Doctor."

"The Doctor!" Jo smiles. "You know him as well? This is amazing! It's like a big reunion of people you've never met!"

"EXTERMINATE!"

The three turn to see a bronze Dalek aiming towards them.

"The pepper pots!" Christina shouts, as blue laser shoot at them. "Run!"

The trio turns to run as the Dalek goes after them. Mickey has to help Jo a mile in though, when she starts clutching her chest. A large flash bangs in front of the three, and a figure, holding something similar to a large gun, yells out to the trio.

"Duck!" the figure shouts. They do as they're told, ducking as a large white laser emits from his gun and explodes the Dalek into pieces. After getting over their initial shock, the smoke from the blown up Dalek disappears into the air and they look at who their hero is. They see a young, strapping man holding his particle gun in a large waistcoat. He runs a hand through his brown hair, whilst blinking his blue eyes and flashing a smile with his oh so perfect teeth.

"Oh, not you again!" groans Mickey.

"Mick, Mick, Mickey!" Jack Harkness laughs, remembering how much he hates that. "How's freelance going?"

"Great, until every alien in the world decided to have a death picnic on earth!" Mickey jokes.

"Well that's karma for stealing one of Torchwood's best employees," Jack smirks. "Speaking of which, where is Martha?"

"She was helping out with unit just before Sontarans attacked. That's who we're trying to find now."

"Well it'd be…" Jack begins, before a large green ray is shot at him, missing him by an inch. They turn to see a large, imposing reptilian creature pointing its hand at them, where it cleverly hides a wrist blaster.

"You are humans!" the ice warrior declares. "You have information on this planet useful to the ice warriors. Prepare to be taken for questioning."

A red laser shoots out of nowhere, hitting and disintegrating the ice warrior. Three Judoon storm into the street and are soon joined by other aliens. Cries of "EXTERMINATE!" and "Delete!" are heard. People who haven't yet abandoned their homes leave their place of residence, crying and screaming whilst other houses are blown to pieces.

Jack, Mickey, Jo and Christina take this as their chance to run away, whilst the battle on the street continues.


Inside the remains of Torchwood, some of the Cybermen begin the emergency upgrading process. Humans, one by one, are lined up to enter the chambers, ready for conversion. Two women, one young and one old, stand rigid and still.

"Melanie!" The older one cries slightly. "Wh-what are these things?"

"I don't know, Bridgette," Melanie replies. "They must need us for something though."

A siren blasts itself throughout the building, catching the Cybermen's attention. The Cyber-lord stomps to the Cyber-leader and his troops.

"Cyber-leader report!" The Cyber-lord demands.

"Unknown spacecraft entered solar system. This spacecraft has not been registered or identified," the Cyber-leader replies.

"What is your conclusion on this?" the Cyber-lord asks.

"The ship must belong to an unidentified enemy."

"Cybermen will investigate. Prepare an attack squad to leave for the spacecraft!" The Cyber-lord commands.

"I obey!"


Inside the Valiant, which is currently controlled by Daleks, the Supreme Dalek, and a few strategists, contact the Emperor.

"ALERT, ALERT. UNKNOWN BATTLE SHIP ENTERING SOLAR SYSTEM!" the Supreme warns the Emperor. "SHIP IS UNIDENTIFIED."

"DALEKS SHALL PREPARE AN ATTACK SQUAD TO DESTROY SHIP!" a strategist suggests.

"PATIENCE!" the Emperor bellows. "INVESTIGATE THE SHIP FIRST. CHECK FOR ANY WEAPONRY!"

"WE OBEY!" the Daleks chant.


Private Russel runs through a dark and silent street, Martha slowly catching up with her. The street is almost deserted, a few soldiers slowly patrolling the houses. Occasionally, Martha will see a pair of eyes look through the curtains, before quickly hiding again. Very much like a mouse.

"Here," Private Russel huffs, shoving Martha in front of house number 11. The door's blue paint is chipped slightly, and the door handle is now a dirty, muddy brown, instead of its usual bronze colour. "It's a refugee street, and currently the only place I know where I can keep you safe!"

Martha slowly enters the house, and to her surprise, is met by people the second she steps in. Three children and a father sit on the stairs of the house. One of the children, a small girl aged probably seven or eight, is bruised badly. Martha concludes it must be from being trampled from either an alien army or from frightened humans. She lay curled up, with a small puddle of dried blood on the side of her head. It coats a bit of her milky tea hair. She stays silent, except for the occasional bloody cough. Her makeover of horror is completed with two black eyes and a cut lip.

Immediately concerned, Martha rushes to her and kneels by her side. Her father immediately intervenes, but once Martha announces that she's a doctor, he steps back.

"Is there any medical supplies?" Martha asks, to which the father shakes his head. "Nothing, not even ice? Or a steak? A frozen bag of peas, at least?"

"Where are we supposed to get those from?" the father asks, surprised.

"Well she needs to go to the hospital," Martha declares.

"What hospital? All of them have either been destroyed or are being inhabited by those things! At least, according to what the soldiers are saying.," the father whispers sadly.

Martha sighs before marching to the bathroom to get a cloth. She gets rid of the dried blood off the girl, then turns to the father.

"How many people are here?" demands Martha.

"About 5 families. There's us, the Clarkes, the Spierces, the Matthews, the Tomsons, and the-" he is cut off.

"LOOK MICHELLE, WHEN WE FIRST GOT HERE WE AGREED THAT ME AND MY FAMILY WILL BE IN HERE! IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT THEN YOU CAN GO AHEAD AND GO AND GET DISINTEGRATED BY THE MARTIANS FOR ALL I CARE!" a large female voice shouts from the lounge.

Martha curiously walks towards the lounge door and opens it. There, she sees a pale red head and her family.

"Donna?" Martha asks. "Is that you?"

Donna turns around and looks Martha up and down. "How do you know who I am?" she asks. "And who the hell are you?"


Hope you enjoyed reading this chapter. The first couple of chapters are mostly about introducing characters but trust me the story will progress soon, please review it means the world to me.