Part Seven:
"So that is it," the Doctor spoke grandly. They had gathered their odd family, Pete, Jackie, and young Tony Tyler, Donna, Jenny, Brion, Jack, his partner Ianto Jones, Martha and Mickey Smith, Sarah Jane and her son Luke, The Brigadier (Sir Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart), his wife Doris, and their daughter Kate, and Wilfred Mott. Even Lucy and the Master were there. Lucy was in a straitjacket, strapped to her chair and shackled to the floor. The Master was completely restrained, strapped down to a titanium steel chair which was bolted to the floor. He was in a straitjacket and his legs were shackled together. His mouth was covered with a piece of duct-tape. He was wearing only his underpants, everything else having been confiscated to put those that remembered The Year That Never Was at ease.
The entire grouping was all sitting in a very large conference room inside the Pete Tyler directed Torchwood One Building, at Canary Wharf.
The Doctor and Rose had brought everyone up to speed, realizing that the Time Lords amongst them remembered the original the timeline completely, Jack and Luke were getting bits and pieces of the original, but the normal, ordinary humans only knew the new timeline.
"This is all very well and good Doctor," The Brigadier rumbled, "But was it really necessary for myself and my family to be here?"
"Yes," The Doctor replied with a grin, "Because I have an idea."
"Good Lord," Donna muttered. The other former companions and Brion agreed.
"I need a ground crew," the Doctor continued, "UNIT and Torchwood are good, but I can really only personally trust the Tylers, Jack and Martha. What I'd like to do is form a new group, made up of my former companions and other sundry friends and associates. What I have in mind is one group where everyone knows everyone else, trusts everyone else, whom I can trust with Earth while I'm…being me I suppose…" He looked around, further explaining, "I'm not asking any of you to give up your jobs or day-to-day lives, and in fact I'd be very thankful if I could keep ears in both UNIT and Torchwood…"
"Aren't we a bit of a small group for that?" Martha spoke up.
"We can contact other companions…" Sarah Jane mused, "I have numbers."
"Really?" The Doctor perked up, "Barbara and Ian?"
"Working at Cambridge University," Sarah Jane replied with a smile.
"I shall contact Sergeant Benton and Captain Yates," The Brigadier added.
"Molto bene!" the Doctor gushed.
And then he flushed, eyes darting to Rose before clearing his throat, "I motion for a short break to allow time—"
"Oh just go on and shag her!" Jack laughed, as people were already standing up, "There's not gonna be an invasion…"
Ten minutes later they were fighting an invasion of living giant gummy creatures that rode, I kid you not, giant neon, polka-dotted Tribbles. The gummy creatures were using weapons that shot out a scalding hot sugary syrup mixture. This wouldn't be too bad, if it wasn't deadly to everything not a gummy creature.
"I hate you," Rose hissed at the immortal man as they dodged the multicolor goop, "I really, really hate you Jack!"
Jack Harkness grinned cheekily, and then promptly beat a gummy man to death and stole his Tribble-mount. He rode up to her, offering a hand, "Milady?"
Rose growled and climbed up on her own power, stole his back-up back-up pistol from his ankle holster and promptly shot another two gummy creatures and a lizard.
