Title : The Saviours of the World
 Disclaimer : I do not own Doctor who... if I did there'd a few changes, I tell ya.
 Chapter Title : The Runaways

Characters : Ten, Rose, Donna, Jack, Martha, Mickey, Jackie, 10.5 (new Doctor – he shall be referenced as 'the New-Doctor' throughout this fic), Sarah Jane… and MAYBE Ianto, Gwen, Owen, Tosh, Pete… and other characters.
 Pairings : 10/Rose (and maybe a bit 10.5/Rose)… and possibly (but not sure) others… def references to some cannon ones.
 Rating : K+ - May change to T
 Spoilers : Journey's End and pretty much all episodes and seasons leading to it! Also Torchwood Exit wounds and everything before it.
 Summary : Rejoicing in the successful savoir of the earth the gang all plan to head back home… but fate has other plans. And it's not long before everyone is lost in another world – a totally different one - fighting for their lives.

AN : Thank you Ana and BadWolfIsMe for the reviews. Thank you HokeyPokeyFairy, BadWolfIsMe, Dispatch Rider, TheOncomingSower, and katluvsdocwhofics for putting this story onto your story alerts. And TheOncomingShower for putting this on your fave story list. It's very much appreciated. I still need a beta… I also love reviews… Oh, and sorry for taking so long to update, but hey, it's a little longer than the other if that helps...

Everyone followed just behind when suddenly the Doctor stopped, staring at a place in the trees. It had just moved, he could have sworn it had. Then a shiver ran out through the bushes once again and the leaves shuffled, though there was no wind. He saw a flash of colour through them. Someone, or something, was hiding in there… waiting for them.

The Doctor put out his hand to stop those behind him going any further, his eyes fixed on the bushes in front of him. He was just considering retreating back to the Tardis when a voice came out from the trees. "Come here," it said gently. Then in a more urgent tone, "Quick, before they see you!"

The Doctor still wasn't sure, when suddenly a pale, scraped face popped out, visible through the trees. A young man of about thirty in rather ragged clothes stepped out and beckoned frantically for them to join him. The Doctor hesitated for a second, but then decided that this man looked hurt, sad, but in no way appeared dangerous. So he strode quickly toward him with the others following just behind.

"Come on, quick," said the man desperately, beckoning them all further into the trees. "You shouldn't be here."

"Sorry," said the Doctor as they entered further into the wild realms of the forest. "But who are you?"

The man stopped abruptly as they walked further into the forest and looked through the trees, left and right. Seeming satisfied, he continued, but at a slightly slower pace. He turned to meet the Doctor's gaze. "I'm Carlos," he said. He frowned at them all. Rose walked close beside the Doctor as Mickey, Jackie, Martha, and Jack followed just behind. "How can you all be here? You can't be… did you hide? Have you been hiding?" Carlos eyed the Doctor suspiciously.

"Oh no, we're actually not supposed to be here at all… we just kind of… crash landed," said the Doctor warily.

"Crash landed," Carlos managed a smirk as they walked through the trees. "How'd you manage that, the tin cans are tracking everything? They'd have noticed."

Martha frowned from behind, "Tin cans?" She smiled, "You mean the daleks?"

Carlos suddenly scowled, "Only they call themselves that. As their title! They don't deserve it… if it were up to me they wouldn't have a name at all." The Doctor couldn't help but smile at that. Carlos went on, "We – me and some others – managed to hide away from them, we're known as runaways. Those… things … they've ruined everything… our whole planet, turned into an empire for the human haters. Everyone inflicted as slaves!"

The Doctor frowned at Carlos, "Slaves? The daleks" – Carlos gave him a hard glare and the Doctor quickly corrected – "I mean the… tin cans, they don't use humans as slaves. They kill them. I'm sorry, but you and your friends… chances you're the only ones left."

"No!" Carlos spat out. "We're not! I won't believe that!" He tore through the brambles and trees with his bare hand, a heavy scowl in place.

The Doctor could tell this man had been hardened by the life he had been living. That's what happened over a time of hardship though. Some were hardened, and some brought down through fear… it depended what kind of person you were. The Doctor still hadn't decided which was worse: a shell of anger, or a shell of fear. Of course, there were those who simply smiled through it all, staying optimistic through everything, keeping their chin up, and not letting it get them down. He couldn't help glancing at Rose when this thought came into his head.

"Not far, just down here," Carlos interrupted his reverie.

"So you're all in hiding," said Rose. "Forced to live in the forest… how long's it bin like this?"

Carlos shrugged, "Years… I was just a kid when it started." He snapped a thin branch from a nearby tree and began thrashing it through the leaves as they entered denser realms of trees. "They wiped out most species of animal… entire races," Carlos added bitterly. He gave some sigh of annoyance. The Doctor looked on sadly at the man.

They walked on and soon the trees around began to thin slightly. The grey sky became visible, and the path became more used. As the trees became less dense the Doctor saw a grassy clearing ahead. They came closer, Carlos brought back a final branch, and the clearing was shown to them. It was large and held more than half a dozen large, white, though rather poorly constructed, tents. Fires were made beside them and all kinds of people hovered around the flames, looking in a similar condition to Carlos. Frightened, worn eyes watched the new comers from a difference as Carlos brought them across the grass. Not one of the people smiled, they all rather looked as if they had forgotten how.

Carlos led them to the largest tent, whipping it open without a thought. It was larger than the Doctor expected, though not so much so. It appeared to be used mostly for medical purposes, with several small beds perched about. Carlos led the six new comers to a man standing by a bed holding the hand of an unconscious woman.

"Regal," Carlos addressed the man.

Regal looked up, startled. He saw Carlos with the new comers and frowned wearily, "What's this, Carl? Who are these? Bringing random wretches in Carlos… never good."

"We are right here, you know," Jackie cut in from behind Rose.

Carlos folded his arms and leaned against a nearby bed. "Newbies. Say they crashed landed here."

Regal looked at the six travellers and gave them a dubious look, "Crash landed? Here?"

The Doctor nodded, "Yes, well, sort of…" He took a breath and said thoughtfully, "We all just, kind of, fell through to here really."

Regal glared at him for a second, "Well, you can fall back. This place is full enough as it is." He looked sharply at Carlos, "And you, you are far too reckless at times. These people could be anyone!"

"I know," said Carlos aggressively. "They could be workin' for them , that's why I brought them here! Know your enemy and all that!"

"Wait a minute… humans are working for the daleks?!" said the Doctor incredulously. "As slaves?"

Regal rolled his eyes, but refused to give answer. He glared at Carlos. "I can take it from here."

"Fine." Carlos stared at him, scowling for a second, before striding out of the tent.

Regal did his best to smile at the Doctor and his companions, "If you're staying then, there's a spare tent by the trees. No one likes it 'cause it's nearest to the city. But if then, you're not staying, then sod off!" he glared at them. "God knows, we got enough on our plate without you lot hovering about."

Rose frowned slightly, "But… if we were workin' for the daleks, aren't you worried we'll go tell 'em where you are?"

Regal sighed, "You ain't workin' for any daleks. I know that."

"You do?"

"Carlos is just kiddin' himself," said Regal with his arms crossed. "We know – or most of us do – that those metal cans kill! They don't mess about with hostages and slaves… Carlos just won't except it, lost too many people, to them , and thinks believing they're still alive will make it true." He shook his head, "Idiot, if I ever saw one."

"I don't think he's an idiot," said Rose surely, which caused the Doctor to look round and stare at her, full of pride, as she went on in the strangers defence; not matter how rough the man had appeared. "He's just trying to be optimistic. No proof they're all dead, is there?"

"They took 'em. Proof enough for me," replied Regal.

The Doctor sighed, "Well, we'd better…" he gestured towards the exit.

"Yeah, yeah," muttered Regal. "Like I said; tent nearest the trees. You're responsible for yourselves mind."

They nodded and headed towards the exit. "Thanks," muttered Rose.

The grassy clearing was composed of several different tents littered about with a blazing fire beside each one. As the friends walked up to the white one near the trees they passed several people, who sat by the fires, staring either into the flames, or up at the Doctor and his friends as they passed. The runaway's clothes were torn and ripped, their faces thin and full of cuts; living there in the forest clearly didn't bode well on anyone. Each frightened, worn face that watched the new comers had a slight trouble in their eye, and the Doctor felt a small pang of pity to the humans. This is what the daleks had reduced them to... His pity was suddenly joined by the familiar pang of anger towards the daleks.

Their tent looked similar to others on the outside, if a little unused. And inside it was fairly similar to the earlier medical tent they had entered. There were camp beds placed about and a few bags, which they supposed contained needed supplies. It wasn't overly huge, but it was large enough to home the six of them, the Doctor supposed…although there were five beds... but then, he didn't sleep much anyway.

"Seems alright," Martha commented. "But… we don't have to be here," she looked at the Doctor. "There's enough room in the Tardis, we could find out what to do there… how to find that… thing that got us here."

The Doctor shook his head. "I think," he said with a frown. "It might bode well if we gained these humans trust. Find out what's going on, what they're doing here," he grinned at them all. "Right from the horses mouth, eh. Well, when I say horses… humans."

Rose rolled her eyes, but grinned at him. Trust the doctor to compare humans to horses. "What about Donna?" she asked. "And Sarah Jane, and the… other Doctor? Will they be staying in the Tardis?"

"I think that'll be best. Not least 'cause I think might get a little confused when they see two of me," said the Doctor, his eyes widening at the thought.

Jackie sighed, looking around the room and shook her head. "You know, I never liked camping," she warned the Doctor.

"Well it'll grow on you on you," the Doctor assured her, with a cheeky grin.

He went over to the corner and sat on one of the beds, picking up one of the many supply bags, as Jackie tutted in annoyance and joined Mickey rummaging through one of the other bags. As Martha went over to join them, Rose walked over to Jack, who was kneeling by a bed nearest the exit, taking a gun from his pocket and placing it under the pillow.

"Hey kid," he grinned at her.

"Hi." She sat on the bed looking at him for a moment, before saying with a small smile; "It's good to see you again Jack."

"And you," he grinned, standing up and sitting next to her.

"But…" she hesitated, biting her lip, before looking up and frowning at him. "The dalek before… it killed you. You should have died."

To her surprise he grinned all the more at that. "Ah! I have better things to do than die today. You know me…" he winked slyly.

"But… that doesn't make any sense," Rose shook her head.

Jack hesitated; he glanced at the Doctor, who was watching them from the other side of the tent. Jack looked back at Rose, before saying with a slight sigh, "Rose… I can't die."

Rose's eyes went wide, "You can't die? What? How…?"

Jack looked back at the Doctor again, and received a warning look. He swallowed and watched Rose's shocked face; she was waiting for an answer. "Why don't," he said, surprisingly gently, "we just leave that story for now."

"But -"

"Rose," called the Doctor, interrupting her protests. She whipped round, to see him beckoning her over.

"Talk to you in a bit, yeah?" she told Jack.

He nodded. Rose went over to the Doctor, and sat next to him on the bed. "Look!" he said enthusiastically, shoving an odd looking toaster under her nose. "They have portable toasters here! No bread as far as I can see, but toasters! And they don't need electricity!" he shook his head in wonder.

Rose grinned, amused, at him. She looked down at the tent floor, wondering… "Doctor?"

"Hmm," he muttered, searching around the bag distractedly.

"Did you know Jack can't die?"

"Hmm…? …Uh, oh, yes, he might have mentioned it…"

"Do you know why?" she asked.

The Doctor didn't answer… "Maybe one of the other bags has some bread," he said thoughtfully. He got up and walked towards Martha, who was busy sorting out her bed. Rose watched him go thoughtfully… she knew him, and she knew when he was trying to distract from the truth, trying to protect her from it. The truth couldn't be that bad though, could it?

Suddenly her thought were distracted as a loud, high pitched scream was heard from outside and the shouting of terrified people stung her ears…