DISCLAIMER: I don't own Doctor Who or Torchwood if I did I would have the adventures of torchwood 4 as a spinoff ^_^.

I'll also try and use correct terminology for the certain characters and I'm sorry if I don't use things right just tell me and i'll fix it.

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Ethan stared at his work from across the street lost in thought leaning his hand upon the window counter. Arty grabbed a coffee from the cafe counter and walked over, sitting on the stool next to him. She placed the cup in front of him. He looked like he needed it like she needed answers.

He peered up, "Thanks, but I don't really drink coffee."

"That's ok. It's not coffee its a benti latte. Besides caffeine helps the synaptic nerves work faster, makes it easier for you to answer any questions I ask. So drink up. Big sips now."

Arty watch with amused interest as he took a tentative sip before his face scrunched up. She couldn't help but smile a bit when he took another one despite his clear dislike for it. Well at least he listened to her. That should help keep him alive then.

"So Ethan now that we've put some kick into your noggin' I'll get right into it. How well do you know your co-workers."

He gently twirled his coffee in between his hands, "I don't personally know them, but I notice things and as well as hear them."

"Don't worry that should do. How many would you say have family and friends?"

"On my floor? Or the building?"

"If you know the answer too both that'd be great but I mostly need to know the answer for your floor."

"On my floor I'd say all of them. Why? I don't understand how that'll help."

"Don't worry you don't need to, just that it will. Do you ever stay late at work. After everyones gone for the day?"

Ethan fidgeted in his chair not sure where her line of questioning was going, "Yeah. I don't really have anything to go home to."

Arty sympathized. She herself knew what it was like to feel alone in the world, but fortunately for her she had her younger brother to lean on. Yet here was a man doing it all on his own and he still found the strength to get up in the morning. Humans truly are amazing. Maybe that's why she liked them so much.

"Is it just you or does anyone else stay behind as well," she asked.

"There used to be others but they all transferred. Just me now."

People passed by the window as the five o'clock crowd pushed in. Arty watched as a couple immediately sat down in a booth near by. They sat on the same side, not uttering a single word. Something was definitely off about them. Keeping them in her periphery she turned to Ethan, "How do you know they transfered?"

"Our boss told us," He squeezed his cup, "why?"

"Did he say where they transfered to," Arty asked ignoring his question. He paused slightly confused, "Over the pond at the New York office. But-"

"Did the people who transfer ever say anything about it before they left."

"Well, no but-"

"Then how do you know they transfered?"

Ethan blinked surprised, "I don't, but we're just an insurance company. Not exactly a place filled with nefarious going ons- and why are you smiling at me?"

She grinned leaning back in her chair, "You've pretty much hit the nail on the head but that doesn't matter right now. Has anything strange or new happened at the office in lets say, the past six months?"

"Besides the transfers, nothing-what are you doing?"

Arty hopped away from the counter and plopped herself down in front of the two people in the booth. They looked on boredly, a black device clutched in between there hands. She glanced down at their wrist watches, well she said wrist watches but that's not what they really were. After all the Arcateenian writing scrolled on the bands told a different story. Gotcha.

She smirked leveling them with her best soul piercing stare, "I'm guessing your not here for the coffee, but then again that was kinda glaringly obvious. So how about I give you the rundown of what you did wrong. One, you didn't even glance at the menu when you came in or even look around for that matter. Two, when you sat down, instead of sitting across from each other, you sat next to each other. When two people sit in a booth they don't do that. Three, out of all the places you could have chosen to sit you sat here. In this exact spot, the one with the best vantage point to our seats behind me. And five-wait no, four! Four, I know for a fact that you're both wearing shimmers made from the planet Arcateen five. So I have to ask," she leaned in, "what exactly do the peaceful butterfly people have to do with the Dover building."

The two just stared blankly, not a word between them. She could sense the low level psychic connection between the two. Now that's rude, having a telepathic conversation leaving her out of the loop. A hand was softly placed upon her shoulder trying to tug her away, "Alexa, what are you doing? You can't just-"

"We were looking for someone else."

Ethan's eyes widened, mouth agape. The couple she had been talking to, a portly middle aged man and woman, when they spoke their mouths hadn't moved a millimeter. He stumbled to find a response, "H-ho-h how-w-wha?"

Ah yes, humans still had no idea about the many wonders of the multi-verse. Unfortunately now was not the time for Arty to help the poor guy through it. There would be plenty of time for things like that later. "Then who were you looking for?"

"We thought you where him. You felt like him but now we see that you are different, yet the are not who we are looking for."

Arty's brows furrowed, "What do you mean we're the same yet different. What's this persons name, maybe I know them."

"We sent out a message for help out into the vortex hoping it would reach him. We have failed."

"Oh! So that was you," Arty reached into her coat pocket rummaging through it till she found her psychic ID, "sorry, didn't get the message till later. I may not be who you're looking for but I'm told I'm very good at solving problems. They call me the fixer...ok they don't. I saw that last bit in a movie once, thought I'd try it out. Now I'm regretting it. Any who, how may I be of service."

They didn't respond. A debate of sorts going on between the two if the spike in psychic energy was anything to go by. She sighed, "Come on, you need help or you would've already taken care of whatever is going on in that building. So you might as well talk."

They share a look before one of them nodded, "We were here to capture some war criminals and transport them home for tribunal but we ran into a complication."

"What kind of complication?"

"They've erected a plasma barrier charged to kill anything with our bio fequency so we can not gain entrance to the facility. If you could turn it off we can take it from there. Rest assured any crimes they have committed while here will be added to their charges when they are brought to justice."

"How many are we talking about," Arty asked keeping an eye on her confused compatriot. Didn't need him running off right now. "Four."

Arty raised an eyebrow, "And there are only two of you? How does that work, two per officer?"

"We have a ship in orbit ready for transport but...your planet's sensors will be able to pick us up once the solar activities above have stopped. Then we will be forced to leave, with or without the criminals."

"Ah, I see so the message was a last ditch effort then to capture them before you had to leave. How long before you have to jump ship then."

"A half an hour."

"Oh. Little bit of a time crunch but that's never stopped me before," she jumped up and clapped her hands together, "wrangle up your guys and have them on the ready. I'll have that barrier down in a jiffy. Alright Ethan, now it's time for us to make like a chicken and cross the road. Oh, that didn't sound as cool as it did in my head. Scratch that. Tally-ho! Uh, sorry to american to pull that off, never mind. Lets just go," Arty grabbed his hand and began to drag him out the door. A customer walked over to the pick up counter and looked upset, "Hey! Where's my benti latte. I ordered it five minutes ago!"

Arty whistled innocently as Ethan's eyes bugged out at the realization that she hadn't payed for that latte she'd given him. A latte that wasn't even hers. He looked back at the commotion just in time to see the two Arcateenians suddenly vanish into thin air. No one around seemed to notice either.

Arty scurried over to the cross walk and pressed the call button. She leaned against the pole for a second before she decided that waiting was too long and made a dash for the island. She weaved in and out of the light traffic. Unfortunately she had to wait on the island as the green light bade the mob of cars through. She tapped her foot impatiently waiting for the walk signal.

Ethan followed suit trying to catch up almost getting hit in the process, the driver honked at him cursing repetitively. He waved exasperatedly apologizing. He felt like his head was going to explode as it spun a mile a minute, this all had to be some sort of wind up or joke. It was all to unbelievable. After all stuff like this never ever happened to him. Even with all the alien spaceship sightings within' the past year. "Ethan breathe."

He looked up and took in a large gulp of air, not realizing till then that he hadn't been. She smirked before turning her attention back to the traffic, she crossed her arms over her chest watching with mild annoyance. If the light doesn't turn red in the next few seconds she'll be taking measures into her own hands.

"You're not really from INTERPOL are you," Ethan asked leaning over to catch his breathe. She glanced back another smirk crossed her features, "What gave it away."

"The crazy talk, but who are you? I mean really. Because none of this makes any sense. What are you really doing here? Is your name even Alexa!"

She turned around and leaned against the pole assessing him. Guess she had a few seconds to spare. She almost smiled at his expression. It was the same one all her friends from Torchwood had when they'd met. Indecision, fear, mixed with excitement, and a dash of child like curiosity. She unfolded her arms and place them in her coat pockets, "Alright I'll shoot. What I'm doing here is investigating the recent deaths and disappearances of your fellow co-workers from floor seven. Which I'd already had my suspicions about, now proven true. And as for my name, well everyone calls me Arty," he opened his mouth to ask another question when she interrupted him, "Yes those people back there were in fact aliens."

He went to speak again but she cut him off, "Not all aliens look like they're from outer space. Some have similar features to humans. Though had there shimmers been off it would have been obvious they're from another planet. They sort of look like a gaseous like energy being in the form of a purpley pink mer-creature. It would be easier if you just saw one rather than explaining it. Unfortunately they've left to get things set and it's not like we could ask them to take it off in public might freak some one out. Probably alerting the authorities and create an intergalactic political snafu. Not something we need right now. Alright where was I...oh yes aliens! Right so now I have to stop the big bad aliens in the big bad corporate building. Why they're killing people I have no idea. But where's the fun in knowing everything."

Poor guy looked frazzled. She could almost hear the gears in his head working overtime to figure out wether what she said was true or not. Trying to find flaws in her logic. Anything to make sense of this. But it ultimately didn't matter wether he believed her or not. It just made things easier if he did. "You're insane," he stated. She smiled smugly, "Of course, but your still here. Listening to me when you could have done a million other things, like run away for instance. So tell me Ethan Mulligan," she walked to him and leaning in real close, "Why are you still here?"

His mouth opened and closed. Why had he followed her? He really hadn't even thought about it, he just did. Which was extremely strange for him. He didn't just follow people, he barely even spoke to them. Of course today was turning into a strange one. She grinned before she lightly flicked the tip of his noes and hopped away, "Red light!"

He grabbed it between his hands and yelled after her, "Ow, why'd you do that! Hey!"

She looked back at him and waved from the other side of the cross walk. Ethan watched wondering if he should follow. The rational side said to go home and call in sick, but that little part of him said if he did he'd forever remain in that cubicle till the day they carted his shriveled up corpse out of it. He bounced from foot to foot trying to make up his mind. Arty turned round to see him still on the island, lost on what to do. Oh, well. Shaking her head at him she jogged her way across the courtyard.

"Wait!"

She paused halfway though opening the front doors. Ethan scrambled across the street just as traffic started moving making his way over to her. She quirked an eyebrow at him when he caught up. You could tell he didn't get much exercise as he labored for breathe. Came with a stationary job she supposed. He took a moment to collect himself. "What can I do to help?"

She smiled, "Knew I could count on you."

Pushing the door open for him he walked into the lobby, "Alright, I'm gonna need to evacuate all the employees from the building. Leaving the aliens the only thing inside. Well and me of course. That way I don't have to worry about any casualties or UNIT showing up. They always make things worse. From there I'll disable the generators for the plasma barrier allowing the ship above to beam them up. Then my job here is done."

"So how do we do all of that?"

She skipped over to the elevator pressing the call button. She turned around and smiled, "I'm going to the eighth. I need you to wait till you see that I've reached it. Then as discretely as you can pull the fire alarm. And assuming my math is correct they haven't installed those blue dye packs that squirt out of them so no one will know you did. They don't make those until another couple of years."

"What about after that? Should I race up the stairwell till I get to the eighth or…"

"After? Oh, after that you should go home, have a nice cup of tea and watch some daytime soaps or whatever it is guys watch. Maybe even think about a career change, but under no circumstances," the doors open and she walks in. She turned to him pressing the button, " Under no circumstances do you go to the eighth floor. And Ethan, it was lovely meeting you."

The doors closed quietly on any protest Ethan may have had. Arty watched as the panel above counted her arrival. Now was a good enough time as any to check in on the team. See if they came up with anything since earlier. She gave her earpiece a tap, " Alpha tengo niner insert some stupid military spiel here, so anybody have any juicy tidbits for me?"

There was a brief crackle and pop before Alonzo answered, "You forgot to say 'over' boss. Ha. But you're are in luck. I-" a female voice interjected, "WE," the man sighed, "fine 'we' found something. It turns out about six months ago there was a change in personnel. Not to big a deal considering corporations do this sort of thing all the time. There were four new hires, Ed Gareth the head of personnel and human resources, Roberto Malum the new CEO, Janice Petrov one of the Board of Directors, and Henry Lawrence the head of IT. But the hinkey thing about it is their histories."

"What about them?"

"Don't worry I'm getting to that. Here's the thing, they have no digital foot prints, no nothing. They don't exist. But that's not the worst part. Dug a little deeper into the company, really dug my claws into them. It's much worse than we thought."

"How much worse," Arty asked a bit worried. "It's more than seven people. It more like thirty two! Apparently they outsource some of their workers, they use-"

"Let me guess a different night shift for their janitors from a separate subsidiary company."

Alonzo sounded surprised, "Yeah but how did you know?"

"Locke phoned in earlier about the janitors, I guessed the rest," she shrugged. She could practically hear him roll his eyes over the com, "Of course. We all had a laugh about him earlier when Spencer forwarded us a screen shot of him wearing his new uniform. I must say that it's christmas card worthy. But anyways other than more missing people and fake identities, Jo found some-well I don't really know what exactly she found so I'll have her tell you."

A loud rustling erupted from the speaker as she clutched her ear in pain. "OW! What was that about?"

"Sorry Arty, right so when I did an autopsy on the body I found nothing. And by nothing I mean no radiation what so ever."

Arty stopped jumping from foot to foot. That's very not good, "Oh, that's bad."

"Ok for all us none geniuses please explain, because last I checked no radiation is good," Alonzo groaned. The elevator reached the sixth floor. Seemed to be taking it's time so Arty leaned against the wall getting comfortable, "No. It's bad to have too much radiation, but to have none at all is impossible. Everything that exists emits some form of radiation. Nothing lethal mind you. But radiation none the less. So it begs the question why doesn't Jane Tremont? Jo did you find anything else out?"

"No sorry, just that she died from extreme exposure...what are you gonna do now?"

She smiled, "Send some war criminals to Acateen 5, oh does any one know where Locke is I think he might be on radio silence. If you can get a hold of him have him rendezvous with me on floor eight. Also Alonzo I'm gonna need you to run interference with 999, there's gonna be a fire alarm and I don't need the authorities messing things up. So if you would."

"Sure thing boss, see you on the flip side."

The floor around her gave a lurch almost knocking her off balance. Doors slid open to reveal a hallway on the mend. Walls torn and broken showing their frames. Plastic sheets clung to a few of them as well as ceiling panels blowing in some none existent wind. A loud alarm blared as red lights began flashing from the fire monitor. Good looks like things are going to plan. Better than going to pot.

Crunch. Arty picked her foot up to see a pair of broken black rimmed glasses. Interesting. "I wonder who you belong to?"

How many people have been up here she wondered. She shook her head, that would have to stay on the back burner for now. It was time to find that generator. Moving her right arm she turned on her holo computer grafted underneath her skin. A bunch of circles that to anyone else would appear nothing more than an intricate design sprang fourth. Sifting through a couple of screens she pressed one of the circled designs for perimeter scans.

She let out a large exasperated puff of air and started tapping out 'I like to move it' by real 2 real while she waited on the results. She willed the scan to hurry but unfortunately that never seemed to work. She didn't have those kind of powers despite her species name. A clank ahead startled her as she spotted a rat scuttling by. She shivered as she watched it disappear from view. Ugh, she did not like rats. Not after she got trapped in a cave full of them when she was five. Little nibbling beady eyed bastards.

The screen pinged and brought up a schematic of the floor zooming in on a larger middle room. A tab appeared of it pulling up readings. "Ah that's more like it!"

Sprinting down the hallways her footsteps echoed down the corridors. She smiled as she skidded around a corner. This is what she loved, the running. Not seeing new things or saving people or even proving nothing is impossible. Though she did enjoy that. Even when she was running through half built corridors she felt free. It was all very liberating. People have no idea how hard it is to have a million different things racing through their brain at the same time. It was probably one of the reasons timelords don't sleep much. Well, one of them. The other being biological.

Skidding around another corner she saw an opening in the wall leading into the room she needed to be in. Jumping through it she noticed two things. Okay maybe three things. Or rather four. One, the room in here, excluding the hole in the wall, was metal with many lab supplies littered with equipment you'd see in a spaceship med bay. Two, it looked to be of Machi origin, not Arcateenian, the sister planet of Arcateen 5. Three, Locke was strapped onto one of the examination boards sitting up against the wall unconscious but breathing. That was good. And four, the place had damage equivalent to a crash landing. Explaining the hole she walked though.

She bit her lip as she tried to figure out wether or not to unhook Locke or turn off the generator. Her eyes darted between the two before they landed on her decision. Generator first it was the more logical thing to do. She walked over to it and roamed it's surface till she found the right button. It looked like a model 247 exogini plasma generator, standard on any Machi star fighter. The only yellow one on the thing looked to be the appropriate off switch. A quick scan would confirm it. Better safe than sorry.

A canister flew across the room. Arty twirled around only to be met with the sight of a metal bar as it collided with her skull. Whack! And all went black.

-X-

It was dark. So very dark. And it was cold, but a strange cold. She was alone, No! Not alone, just far away. She could sense the other, a pale green aura moving in the darkness, she new this one. And it knew her. Yet there was something else. A glimmer, a shimmer of sorts of someone else she couldn't see. They were there but they weren't. It felt tired, old and so lonely...yet it also felt so alive! Who?

There was something she was supposed to remember. It was important. Was she supposed to remember the glimmer! No. She didn't know the glimmer. It was something else. Something vital. Something that made things fit. But why did she need things to fit. What was supposed to fit? Did she break something? No, she was missing pieces. But to what? Not a puzzle, but it was like one. It was a problem, but it wasn't hers. It was someone else's. One she was fixing. One she hasn't finished.

People were going missing, no! It was worse, they were being killed. Used-used, they were being used for something. She saw something. What did she see, what did she see. There was a pipe. No, not that. Before that. Before the darkness and the pipe, there was a room. She'd entered a room, a medical room. But it wasn't just a medical room. It was being used for something far more sinister. It'd been adapted. Something on the ceiling, something that would heal. Not anymore though. No, now it killed.

Life. Life support! The life support for the injured was modified. Into-into-into an...an extrapilator! Light! No, it was getting lighter. The darkness was receding. The thing it extrapilated was vital! Every ship needed it! That's right she was on a ship! She knew! She new what they were doing now!.The thing that every ship needed! It was...it was-it was-!

"Fuel," Arty jolted upward. Well, she tried to, but found herself restrained to one of the examination tables. Great. Maybe if she moved just right she could turn on the com in her ear. "Looking for this."

She was half way into banging her head onto the metal when she saw her earpiece held in the tentacled hands of a male Machi. Humanoid in stature they had all the required parts to make one, two arms, two legs, and one head. But instead of skin they had the exoskeleton of a crustacean with the color and texture of a purpley rock. Although instead of claws they had hands with tentacled suction cup on them. Bellow their ears were gills, instead of hair on their head it was decorated with a colorful array of fins mimicking a hair style. This ones was a mohawk. That wasn't good. In their culture certain styles meant certain status or occupation. She always thought it weird that they named their planet after their species. But then again it made sense with the whole warrior ego thing they tended to have crammed up their butts. Which by this guys hair told her he was a Lieutenant. Oh, this was gonna suck.

She smiled happily, "Yep, if you would be so kind as to give it to me I'd be most grateful."

Mohawk smiled as he crushed it to bits in his hand. Her head lolled back hitting the table. She sighed, "One of these days that's gonna work."

It grunted in response and moved to lower a large metallic exoskeleton from the ceiling over Locke just as he started to stir. Arty feverishly struggled against the metal bonds, "Wait-wait-wait! Just stop, stop. Just listen to me for one millisecond. Please! Please, just wait!"

Her shouting rang though out the room. A door opened to her left as three people walked through. The important business man in front bellowed, "Halt, Lt. Xii!"

Lt. Xii stopped just a hair breathes away from Locke. He snarled but stepped away stopping twice then thumping his chest. Their form of saluting. The business man nodded as the soldier stood to attention. He walked over with long strides and purpose to the front of her bed. She looked up at him assessing her options. He smiled sadistically, "Please go on. Beg, plead, bargain, if you will. I love it when you apes give a show right before the end. It brightens my day as you all say."

Arty resisted the urge to growl, instead she kept her chipper excited disposition in place. It always threw the baddies for a curve. And she need time to think of a way out of this. "Well if I'm going to be doing those things it would be nice to know the name of my captor."

The man scoffed but answered none the less, "They call me Mr. Malum here, but my true title, my true name, is General Dixtrian of the First Starship Fleet of the glorious Machi Republic!"

"Well, Dick that's quite an impressive title you have there, I mean you must have been very important during the war. But the wars over. You lost. The Arcateenians won, but you already know that. Your running, that's why you ended up here. Let me guess. Ran out of fuel? So you landed on the nearest habitable planet. This one, but there was a problem. Your ship sustained to much damage for a clean entry through the ionosphere. So you crash landed. Ended up here. But no one noticed, not even the authorities. So you probably have a perception filter," she pointed at the man standing next to Dick, "your the IT guy, I'm guessing that means your the ships engineer, so you must have rigged something up, probably converted this thing into an extrapolator to. Because you're stuck in here with the Arcateenians outside waiting for you. You needed fuel and repairs. So you integrated yourselves into the company and used the only assets you had at your disposal, people."

"What!"

Arty turned her head slightly to the left to see Locke straining against his metal bonds. She grinned, "Good morning sleeping beauty. Nice of you to join the conversation."

He rolled his eyes, "Oh bite me."

"Would if I could but I'm kinda stuck. Raincheck?"

Locke went to fire back some comeback but he got interrupted, "Enough!"

Oh that's right, Dick. Looked like someone didn't like being ignored. Dick leaned over her menacingly, "I don't know how you found out about all that, but it's not gonna matter in a few seconds," He motioned to Lt. Xii, "Start the process."

Oh crap! "Wait wait wait wait wait, I haven't even gotten to the best part yet! I mean cause this bit is truly inspired. I mean really, who would have thought anyone could come up with such an ingenious plan!"

Dick motioned for his subordinate to stop. Xii scowled but did as he was told. He didn't look to happy about it either. Did she sense dissent in the ranks. That might be her only way out. Dick crossed his arms and smiled smugly, "Please go on."

She let out a sigh of relief, than god he had an ego. She was about to go on stroking that ego when she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. A scared man entered quietly through the hole in the ship. He looked up. Ethan. She let out a tiny smirk as a plan began formulating. "Right so, your plan. You needed fuel. And this from the looks of things is a type 62X7 starfighter with a quasar core. Which needs Neutron blocks to fuel. But you can't find those here so you found the next best thing, because what are Neutron blocks rich in. Radiation! And since you're stuck in here you used the only radiation you could find, the natural radiation humans give off," Arty motioned with her hand to the left and kept doing so hoping Ethan would take the hint. He looked around confused. She rolled her eyes, guess she'd have to spell it out. "Quite brilliant. Though it might take awhile but your in it for the long haul. But you know I almost stopped you. I mean if you hadn't interrupted me I would have pressed the only yellow button on the plasma generator. The square one with the red piping in the corner over there. Because if I had pressed that yellow button on that generator with the green symbol on it that sort of resembles a chinese lantern the Arcateenians would have beamed you guys out."

Ethan moved to it pointing silently asking if it was right one, looking for a button. Arty watched trying to keep the Machi's attention, "Yes that one. Over there. Yep that's the one, the one with the yellow button on the front. Yep right there."

Dick rolled his eyes, "Alright enough. Kill her first. I don't want to listen to her incoherent ramblings anymore."

Lt. Xii smiled with sick glee happy to oblige. Arty's eyes widened as he pulled the see-thru exoskeleton down on her. Lights started flickering. The Machi looked up confused. "What's that,"Dick asked. IT guy looked frightened, "The plasma barrier is receding. How?"

Dick spun around. Ethan froze from behind the generator as all the attention was on him. "NOOOOO," Dick screeched. Realizing he had been beat he directed all his rage onto the person who'd tricked him. He flew across the room shutting her into the machine and pulled the lever. The machine roared to life just as the war criminals disappeared in a flash of light. Arty screamed as she felt her body being torn apart from the inside. Her cells burning like ice in her veins. She couldn't think, she could hardly breathe. Any longer and her body wouldn't be able to take much more. She be forced to regenerate and hooked up in this thing she might not make it.

And as suddenly as the machine started it stopped. The cover flew off as someone started unhooking her. She felt like someone was talking but her hearing was muddled. She blinked several times trying to extinguish the blurriness. She was briefly aware of a person trying to take her pulse. She batted the hand away. The pain was succeeding but her head was pounding. It was like a loud alarm was blaring in it. Wait a second, an alarm!

Arty jumped off the table almost falling over, a hand steadied her. The world around her jolted into focus. A Siren was blaring. Locke and Ethan huddled around her worriedly to an empty room. Mauve lights were flashing. She cursed. "We have to get out of the building," Arty screamed over the noise. Locke nodded making his way towards the door. Ethan however seemed confused, "Why, what's going on?"

She started walking dragging him along, "You see if I was human not only would I be dead right now but the systems wouldn't be overloading. But the sort of radiation I give off doesn't mix well others. Quiet frankly it'd kill anything beside me. So right now that radiation is mixing with what they've collected so far and it's becoming volatile. You see when the molecular chains break dow- "

"Ma'am, is this really the time to be giving the kid a science lesson!"

Arty rolled her eyes. Well, if not now then when? They speed around another corner racing towards the stairwell. "You're not human," Ethan choked out. She raised an eyebrow, "I thought that was obvious."

They burst through the doors running and jumping down eight flight of stairs. Ethan kept casting strange glances at Arty. Did she really look human or was she wearing a glimmer to. That's what she called had them right? He shook his head. It didn't matter. She was the good guy. Who cared if she was an alien. She wasn't trying to kill anyone. Plus she was kinda cool.

He smiled as the reached the last floor and raced across the lobby just as a huge explosion rocked the building. The place started shaking as a huge rumbling over took them. Arty was trying to tell him something but it was to loud. She vigorously pulled on his arm dragging him out of the building. "-sing!"

"What!"

"The building is collapsing we need to move now! Run faster!"

Debris flew all around as a large cloud of smoke almost caught up to them. People were running and screaming on the streets as cars were stopping. They raced all the way to window of the cafe across the street when the rumbling stopped.

The building stopped just short of the tenth floor, ruble and ruins packed and scattered all around. Sirens from police cars and fire truck echoed in the distance. Arty turned to Locke coughing, "We need to leave before the authorities get here. Let's head back to the TARDIS."

"Right. I'll call in to let them know. Give you two a minute."

Her face scrunched in confusion. What was he talking about. Oh yeah! She turned to see the poor guy leaning against the window breathing heavily and coughing. He looked up, his face full of questions. She rolled her eyes and smiled motioning with her head to follow her into the alley away from prying ears.

They slowly walked in. She crossed her arms and leaned against the brick building. "So where do you want me to start?"

"You're an alien."

"Yes."

"What kind? Do you really look human or are you wearing a disguise?"

"I'm a timelord. And for the record we came first so you look timelord not the other way around."

"What planet are you from?"

"Doesn't matter it's not there anymore."

"Why what happened?"

"Stuff. Lots and lots of bad stuff."

"Why were those aliens here?"

"To sum it up, they crash landed after escaping from a war. Ended up in this building, took it over and started killing people to repair their ship and siphon radiation to power it and get away. Thus evading justice."

"But why were they at war?"

"Well if memory serves me right, it started over a stupid feud between rival factions on Machi which unfortunately an Arcateenian ambassador commented on. Resulting in the two faction to unite and attack Arcateen 5."

"So do you just go around saving people?"

"Yep."

He paused trying to find something else to ask but found nothing. She smiled, "You ok."

"Yeah."

A familiar worping sound resonated down the alley. The wind began to pick up. They turned to see an old time yellow ticket booth vanish and appear into existence. Locke ran around the corner, "Ma'am they're...oh you already know. Well it looks like your brother got home early and decided to save us the trip back and pick us up here."

Ethan just starred at it slack jawed. His mind was now officially blown. "Locke why don't you go in. I'll be just a sec."

He looked between the two and shrugged opening the front ticket counter that swung open like a door. Ethan peered in just in time to see a large room as the door shut closed.

She clapped her hands together as she launched herself from the wall, "I suppose you want to know what that is."

He just nodded his head since he could find his voice at the moment. "Well that is my spaceship. Although when I say spaceship she not just a spaceship. She's also a time machine and yes she's huge on the inside. Do you believe me?"

"Strangely enough yes. I mean I'd probably believe anything right now but I do. I really really do."

"Well that's a first."

"Can I come? I mean come with you through time and space."

"No."

He looked down sadly, "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to be presumptuous. It's just I thought...never mind."

She gave him a soft smile, "I didn't mean no as in never, just no as in not right now. I have to find a safe solution for disentangle my TARDIS from Torchwood 4. But after that my schedule is clear."

He jumped up excitedly, "Really do you mean it?"

"Yes, but only one ride. And I'm sorry but it might take me awhile. Time travel can be touchy sometimes. But I promise you I will come back and take you anywhere and anytime."

He ran over and gave her a giant hug which she awkwardly accepted, "Thank you! Thank you so much!"

She smiled when he quickly stepped back because he realized what he had been doing. He gave an apologetic look. She jumped back and started opening the door, "Well, in the mean time while your waiting I suggest finding a new job maybe something more fulfilling."

"Yeah well who's fault is that," Ethan laughed. Arty held her left heart in mock hurt before quickly burst into a grin. "See ya' round slim."

Ethan watched as the door closed. He began to walk back towards the street when she popped her head back out, "Oh! I almost forgot. If you should find your self in any alien situations just think really loud and make a wish and I'll come running."

"How does that work?"

"It just does. It's all very wibbley wobbly timey wimey."

"What's that from?"

"Some guy I heard on the street once. Didn't see him but it sounded very accurate."

She smiled and pulled her head back in. He watched in amazement as the TARDIS vanished into thin air. The wheezing fading into the distance. A blonde woman bolted past him into the alleyway, "Doctor!"

He gave her a peculiar look. Why would there be a doctor in here? She abruptly turned around, "Did you see him, the Doctor! Did you meet him?"

"No, sorry. Just a woman."

"I could have sworn I heard his TARDIS," she looked down in defeat. He quirked his head to the side, "You know what a TARDIS is?"

Her head shot up at that, "How do you if you said you didn't meet him. You must have seen his police box."

"Well, it wasn't a police box. And the person who owned it was named Arty."

He eyes widened in recognition at the name. "She was here. Well she'll have to do. If you see her again tell her she has to get a message to the Doctor! It's very important. The univers-"

Ethan blinked a couple of time trying to figure out if his eyes were deceiving him. Nope. They were working. The blonde girl he'd been talking to just vanished into thin air. That probably wasn't good. Does this count as alien?

NEXT EPISODE: Highway 66

Preview (not in any order just tidbits):

Arty spotted a van driving down the road. Maybe they could give them a lift to town. She made her way down the foggy hill.

"What if it never ends! What if we all die on this road" Olivia screamed. A slap rang out. Everyone in the car stopped shouting.

"Why don't we try that place up there, looks friendly enough. Well, friendly enough as anything can be in such ominous setting."

"I'm on the highway to hell! I'm on the highway to-," Spencer shut off the stereo. Arty stopped singing along looking up upset, "Hey I was listing to that!"

Every one glared at her, "Do you really think now is the appropriate time for that song?"

"Run everyone run! Don't let them bite you!"

"What ever you do don't go into the fog. If you value your lives don't go into the fog!"

After the next episode she shall be having adventures with the doctor!

Ps. anyone who reviews gets two awesome points, the first one gets ten. If you collect twenty then i'll write a character in for you. You get to chose what they look like, age and country. they'll be like a secondary character that helps out in the episode or hurts you can make them evil or good. You also get to name them, but it must be appropriate. Oh and if any one can guess why i named the bade guys human persona Mr. Malum get five points.