"Emma we'll be there soon!" The Doctor yelled over the rumble of the TARDIS. "Hurry up!"

Emma had just excused herself to go change into something "more suitable for running." In The Doctor's opinion anything was suitable for running, but girls never seemed to agree. She'd been gone a good ten minutes now and The Doctor had delayed landing as long as he could, but his desperation to find Donna had finally won out and he simply had to land.

"Emmmmaaaaaaa!" He yelled again.

"I'm here, yeesh keep your trousers on Spaceman." Emma had snuck up behind The Doctor without him noticing so when she spoke he jumped causing the TARDIS to give a jolt as well. "Careful," Emma smirked, "or you'll end up putting a dent in the eighties."

"What are you wearing?" The Doctor asked, completely flabbergasted.

"I could ask you the same question. I mean a bow tie? Really?" Emma flopped down on the chair.

The Doctor straightened his bow tie and turned away. The way Emma was dressed made him uncomfortable. Nothing about her outfit had changed, except for now she had a gun holster strapped to her hip. That little change screamed that she intended to kill, and he didn't like it one bit.

"You don't have a gun." The Doctor pointed out.

"I'm aware of that," Emma smiled and shot out of the chair, disappearing over the railing for a second, and then resurfaced holding the sludge hammer, "But I don't need one." She fit the hammer into the holster. "We're battling Sontarans after all."


"Jack?" Sylvia called, "Jack?"

Sighing Jack put down the controller and trudged into the kitchen. "Yes Grandma?" he mumbled.

"Have you seen Emma? She said she'd be home before supper."

"No, but don't worry Grandma," Jack rolled his eyes, "She's done this before and she's always been fine."

It was true as of late Emma had taken to staying out very late at night. She never said where she was going, only that nobody should expect her home until late. She had stopped taking her dance classes, preferring to spend her new free time pouring over papers which she claimed was notes on a "special project". Jack had taken a peak at these papers before though, and it didn't look anything like notes to him, more like a strange series of circles and other geometric shapes.

"Oh but she's never missed beans and sausage before."

"She's fine." Jack snapped. He was so fed up with Emma, Grandma's favorite, her starchild. If Jack had ever dared to stay out past dark Sylvia would have thrown a fit and taken away his video games. But not Emma, not the prissy perfect prodigy Emma, she could stay out as late as she wanted and all that happened is that when she got home Sylvia would make a fuss and make her some tea.

"Stupid Emma." Jack spat, snatching his controller and angrily blowing up the alien on the screen.


"If the layout of this ship makes any sense I should have landed in the cargo bay-"

"Yes but Doctor-"

"So no one should be around-"

"That's great but Doctor-"

"We'll have the element of surprise on our side-"

"Except Doctor-"

"Then, we can sneak in negotiate Donna's release, and bing bang boom we'll be back in time for supper!" The Doctor opened the door to the TARDIS and found himself face to face (well… face to shoulder…) with the Sontaran General.

"DOCTOR!" Emma squeaked. "I was trying to warn you! The TARDIS bumped when I scared you and we landed a floor up!"

"Why didn't you tell me before I opened the door!"

"I tried to but you never shut up!"

"Communication with the female will cease, Doctor." The Sontaran pressed his gun to The Doctor's chest. "You both will come with me, General Stalk will speak with you."

"Alright… Come along Emma!"

"The female will remain on your vessel. One Timelord is more than enough for this ship."

"But I'm not a Timelord I'm-" Emma began to protest.

"Silence." The Sontaran prodded the Doctor with the gun, and Emma was left alone.


The next chapter: It's all about Donna this time around.

AN: Sorry this took so long. But I'd like to thank Sharadethia for her help editing, and putting up with my love hate relationships with fictional characters. Without her this would have taken even longer.