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The Time Experiment

The Stolen Earth – Part 2

"Can anyone hear me? The Subwave Network is open."


Wilfred spread a blanket over Rose and Sylvia helped her sit up, piling pillow behind her back. Rose gave a weak 'Thank you' as Wilfred passed her the laptop.

She opened it up, glad that the power was already on. Immediately she began to furiously type on the keyboard. Programs and screens popped up everywhere, but Rose continued to type, passing firewalls and virus scanners easily.

Wilfred knelt beside the couch, watching Rose's screen in slight awe. "What are you doing?"

Rose gave a tired sigh, her voice heavy with fatigue. "I'm trying to reach… the Subwave network. Harriet Jones should've… opened it… by now."

"How do you know that?"

"I just… do," Rose whispered.

Wilfred seemed to realise that talking was draining her energy and kept his mouth shut, despite the enormous amount of questions he had. This woman looked like she had been to hell and back. She most certainly didn't need an old man like himself asking silly questions.


"You should be able to hear my voice. Is there anyone there?"


Luke looked at his mother, frowning slightly. "Who's that?"

Sarah-Jane sniffed, clutching her son to her side, shaking her head. "Some poor soul calling for help. There's nothing we can do."

Luke gripped his mother's hand. "Look at Mr. Smith."

Sarah-Jane raised her head, looking up at the enormous computer. The screen displayed a black and white scattered image.

"Processing incoming Subwave," Mr Smith spoke.


"This message is of the utmost importance. We haven't much time. Can anyone hear me?"


Gwen frowned at the computer screen, getting up and walking over to it. She stared at the fuzzy image. "Someone's trying to get in touch."

Jack smacked his head backwards against the wall, closing his eyes with a sigh. "The whole world's crying out. Just leave it."

"Captain Jack Harkness, shame on you! Now stand to attention, sir!"

Jack leapt up from his spot leaning against the wall, rushing over to the. "What!? Who is that?"

The image on the computer screen cleared, revealing an older looking woman. She held up her passport to the camera, her expression formal and serious. "Harriet Jones, former Prime Minister."

Jack rolled his eyes. "Yeah. I know who you are."


"Harriet! It's… me!" Rose cried at the screen. She frowned when she saw no reaction from Harriet. "She can't hear me." Rose turned to Wilfred, her eyes becoming desperate. "Have you got… webcam?"

Wilfred pointed accusingly at Sylvia. "No, she wouldn't let me. She said they're naughty."

Rose let out a deflated sigh, looking back at the screen longingly. "I can't speak to her."


"Sarah Jane Smith, 13 Bannerman Road. Are you there?"

Sarah-Jane leapt to her feet, rushing to Mr. Smith, Luke at her heels. "Yeah! Yeah, I'm here. That's me!"

"Good. Now let's see if we can talk to each other..."


Rose watched as the screen before her was divided into four separate images. A smile grew across her face as she recognised Jack and Sarah-Jane. Harriet, Jack and Sarah-Jane. The forth rectangle was fuzzy.

Harriet frowned slightly, turning away from the camera briefly to tap away at another computer. "Hmm. The fourth contact seems to be having some trouble getting through."

"That's me, Harriet!" Rose cried hoarsely, gripping the screen of the laptop with both hands. "That's me!"

"I'll just boost the signal."

Rose frowned slightly. Boost the signal? She didn't have a webcam. How was boosting the signal going to help when Rose couldn't contact them.

Another face appeared on the screen. A darked skinned woman with what Rose guessed to be her mother in the background.

"Hello?" The woman called.

Rose felt a stab in her chest. She wasn't the forth contact. She wasn't any contact, just an outsider. They weren't even looking for her.

Jack beamed. "Ha ha! Martha Jones!"

"I wanna get through," Rose whispered. Wilfred glanced at her briefly.

"Martha. Where are you?" Jack asked, his tone serious.

The woman, Martha, grinned enthusiastically. "I guess Project Indigo was more clever than we thought. One second I was in Manhattan, next second… maybe Indigo tapped into my mind because I ended up in the one place I wanted to be."

Rose watched as Martha's mother smiled happily placing a hand on her daughters shoulder. Rose couldn't help but feel another stab in her chest, jealousy. She wasn't going to see her own mother again. Not now.

Martha frowned. "But then all of the sudden it's like, the laptop turned itself on."

Harriet nodded. "It did. That was me. Harriet Jones, former Prime Minister."

"Yes, I know you are."

Harriet continued. "I thought it was about time we all met given the current crisis. Torchwood, this is Sarah Jane Smith."

Jack grinned, clearly impressed. "I've been following your work. Nice job with the Slitheen."

Sarah-Jane on the other hand, wasn't all that impressed with Jack. "Yeah well I've been staying away from you lot. (She nodded her head to her son) Too many guns."

Jack shrugged. "All the same. (His grin was back) Might I say, looking good ma'am."

Rose gave a small laugh. Of course. Jack was still flirting even when the world was in crisis.

Sarah-Jane blinked. "Really? Oo! Thank you."

Harriet gave a heavy sigh. "Not now, Captain and this is Martha Jones, former companion to The Doctor."

Rose stared at the dark skinned woman, her lips pursing together in frustration. "So was I! I was here… before all of you."

No one heard her of course. Wilfred placed his hand on her shoulder in sympathy.

"But how did you find me?" Martha asked.

"This, ladies and gentlemen, this is the Subwave Network. A sentient piece of software programmed to seek out anyone and everyone who can help to contact The Doctor," Harriet said informatively.

Martha seemed nervous. "What if the Daleks can hear us?"

"No," Harriet replied with a slight smile. "That's the beauty of the Subwave. It's undetectable."

"And you invented it?" Sarah-Jane asked.

"I developed it. It was created by the Mr. Cooper Foundation."

Jack waved his hand. "Yeah, but what we need right now is a weapon. (He frowned slightly) Martha, back at UNIT, what did they give you? What was that key thing?"

Marth's expression turned grim, but determined. She lifted up a hand held size square chip in a plastic container and showed it to the camera. "The Osterhagen Key."

Harriet Jones sucked in a sharp breathe, her tone becoming deadly serious. "That key is not to be used, Dr. Jones. Not under any circumstances."

Rose frowned slightly. She had head that name before. The Osterhagen Key. One of the soldiers at a UNIT base had said something about it. Was that in the 12th universe… 15th…?

"Buts what is an Osterhagen Key?" Jack asked.

"Forget about the key, and that's an order," Harriet snapped. "All we need is The Doctor."

Rose felt the sudden burst of pain again, through her body. The other TARDIS was getting more desperate, stronger. It was slowly losing power without its soul, trying to push its way through Rose's defences. She gave a slight scream, withering in pain for a few seconds as she pushed back as hard as she could, determined not to let it win. She sensed that Wilfred was holding her down, but she couldn't hear a thing. All she could feel was the aching pain in her body.

The pain died as quickly as it came, leaving Rose leaning against the pillows, breathing heavily. Wilfred had caught the laptop, placing it on the ground. He turned back to Rose and gripped her slimy hand. Sylvia hovered around Rose's head, clearly concerned for her.

"Are you alright?" Wilfred asked.

Rose gave them both a small smile. "Really? No. There's nothing… you can do. I need to get to… The Doctor."

Sylvia glanced at Wilfred. Donna's grandfather opened his mouth to argue, but decided better against it. He picked the laptop off the ground and placed it on Rose's lap.

"…need the subwave. To bring us all together, combine forces. The Doctor's Secret Army."

Jack frowned. "Wait a minute. We boost the signal. That's it. We transmit that telephone number through Torchwood itself using all the power of the Rift."

Luke stepped forwards, his eyes brightening with excitement. "And we've got Mr. Smith. He can link up with every telephone exchange on the Earth. He can get the whole world to call the same number all at the same time. Billions of phones calling out, all at once."

"Brilliant!" Jack cried, before frowning and pointing at the screen. "Who's the kid?"

"That's my son," Sarah-Jane snapped protectively.

"Excuse me!" A face appeared, replacing Jack's. He gave a small wave. "Sorry, sorry. Hello. Ianto Jones. Um, if we start transmitting then the Subwave Network is going to become visible, I mean to the Daleks."

Harriet took a deep breathe, nodding. "Yes… and they'll trace it back to me, but my life doesn't matter. Not if it saves the Earth."

There was a moment of pause on all four of the screens. Captain Jack suddenly straightened up, giving Harriet a firm salute. "Ma'am."

Harriet nodded. "Thank you, Captain, but there are people out there dying, on the streets."

Wilfred nodded. "Marvellous woman. I voted for her."

Sylvia gave his a quick slap on the arm. "You did not!"

"Now," Harriet Jones said informatively. "Enough of words. Let's begin."


Jack dashed across the ramp to the central beam of Torchwood, dragging a heavy electrical cord. He plugged it into the beam turned it to lock it in. "Rift power activated!"

Up at the computers, Gwen and Ianto typed away furiously.

"All terminals coordinated!" Gwen shouted.

"National grid online!" Ianto called. He turned back to the screen. "We're giving you everything we've got!"


Sarah Jane spun a lever, pressing buttons with her other hand. Luke frantically typed away at the keyboard, slamming down an accelerator.

"Connecting you to Mr. Smith!" Sarah-Jane called.

"All telephone networks combined!" Luke added.


Martha licked her lips nervously, holding up her phone. "Sending you the number… now!"


Harriet pressed some buttons next to the keyboard. "Opening Subwave network to maximum…"

She spun her chair away from the central computer and began to flip up a line of switches. Lights flickered on and a dull hum began to increase. She put her fingers on three energy slides, raising the network's power to maximum.


Sarah-Jane and her son stepped backwards. She gripped her son's hand tightly, grinning excitedly. "Mr. Smith? Make that call!"

"Calling The Doctor!" Mr Smith informed.


Rose watched the group work at quick pace. She did the sums in her head. The rift power energy plus the Subwave network and every telephone on earth calling The Doctor. She bit her lip. It wasn't enough. They need more energy.

Rose pushed the laptop down to the edge of the couch, flicking the blanket away. Wilfred frowned, clearly worried about her health. "What are you doing?"

"It's not going… to work," Rose said feebly. She tried to stand her legs were far too weak to hold her up. She closed her eyes for a few moments, taking in careful breathes. Rose was fading. She could feel it. Both physically and mentally.

"Alright," She said softly. "I need a... a hair dryer and… a radio."

Sylvia frowned. "What do you need those for?"

Rose looked back at the laptop. "To do my bit." She turned back to them. "We have to be… quick. I haven't… got long now."

"Got long until what?" Wilfred asked carefully.

Rose sighed weakly. "I need you to trust me… please."

Wilfred nodded quickly. "Sylvia, go get Donna's hairdryer. I'll get the radio and blender."

"And a screwdriver… batteries and some wire," Rose whispered weakly.

Just a little longer, she told herself. The TARDIS kept in a Time Coma so you could see him again. Just hold on a little longer.

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