Hey guys again! I bet you all thought I'd forgotten this story, and if you did you'd almost be right. I thought it was a bit rubbish, but I just read it and I was gripped! By my own story! How big-headed is that? It is awesome though ;) So here we go…ARE YOU READY!?!?! 1, 2, 3, 4….!

Pete drummed his fingers on his desk, biting his lip, head throbbing. It was then he realised that Torchwood had only ever really been a company to him. He could order people about, he could file paperwork, he could attend meetings…but when it came to the really important life or death situations, he was useless. A part of his brain registered that if he didn't make a decision soon, it would be made for him. He picked up the phone, hands shaking, and was greeted by a cool, female voice. He took and deep breath, swallowed, then spoke.

"Put me through to Dwoorth&Co. I'm shutting them down."

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Leaving a scandalised Jackie outside the TARDIS, the Doctor clattered up towards the control panel, randomly stabbing buttons, ferociously kicking a lever, darting back and forth, sparks flying. Rose patted the TARDIS consolingly, and Zoë rolled her eyes. The Doctor was in such a flaming hurry he was taking even less care with his ship than he usually did. Two burnt fingers later (the TARDIS had got fed up with being mistreated) she lurched into motion, sending the Doctor sprawling across the room into Rose. Zoë giggled, hanging off a pillar, as he tried to get off her, failed, and smashed into the wall again.

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You are being transferred to the operator. Please be patient.

Pete drummed his fingers impatiently on his desk again, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, shaking slightly. Why couldn't they hurry up? He jammed the phone to his ear, trying not to swear violently as it filled the room with "Clair de la Lune" Was now really the time? He listened with increasing impatience, until the phone went dead. He grimaced. Well, two could play that game. The building was only a few minutes drive.

The receptionist looked up from her work to find a pale Peter Tyler charging across the hall. He spotted her, and made a beeline for her. He shoved some keys, a swipe card, and a mobile phone into her hands.

"Go up to my office. The keys will get you in. If the Doctor comes, I've gone to Dwoorth. And ring if anything, anything happens." He smiled fleetingly, then dashed out the door. A moment passed, and she heard a van door being abused. A screech of rubber later, and the building was silent. Tammy looked down at the objects in her hands. She stared at them for a split second, then ran for the lift.

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The Doctor spun around in the middle of Pete's office, hands running through his hair, agitated. Trust Pete not to be in.

"Why is he never here when we need him?" the Doctor asked angrily "Like when the whole WORLD is danger, maybe?"

Rose, shook her head, biting her lip. Piles of paper littered the room, as if someone had thrown it off the desk in frustration. The office phone was off the hook, as if, as if…someone had left in a hurry and forgotten about it. But why? The door creaked, and both she and the Doctor spun around, Rose subconsciously shoving Zoë behind her. A young woman, probably in her early thirties, with long black hair, a heart shaped face, and dark green glittery eyes, was peeking around the door. She had her hands behind her back, and when she spotted the intruders, she brought her hands from behind her back, revealing a large black gun. Her eyes narrowed.

"Don't move a muscle, Doctor, or I'll shoot."

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Pete sped along the narrow back roads, bouncing off the curbs in his hurry. Derelict buildings rushed past. Passers by jumped out of the way as the van hurtled past, narrowly missing them. Pete kept his eyes on the road, jaw set, brows knitted together in a rigid line of determination. His phone, precariously balanced on the dashboard flashed into life, and he jumped, nearly smashing into a couple of old ladies on the grimy pavement. Tammy was shrieking down the phone something about armed intruders, and there was a male voice too, one which he should recognise, but couldn't. He could hear a child sniffling in the background, and prayed to God that it wasn't Zoë. Finally, he screeched to a halt outside his destination, grimacing at the overflowing dustbins, and boarded windows. It was the perfect place to hide an alien racist group. And that was a perfect place to hide something that was alien itself, something that wanted the human race dead. Although it was no longer a direct branch of mainstream Torchwood, he was still technically in charge, and the last thing he wanted was any alien getting hold of Torchwood equipment. It could rip a hole in the fabric of reality, destroy anything. Wipe out the human race? Sure, no problem.

Pete stormed through the double doors, his face set in an expression of fury and authority. Two thug like figures made towards him, but his expression silenced them, and they let him charge through. Pete burst through the next set of double doors, and was faced with a dilemma. He had never visited this place, and he had no idea where the power supply was. He peered down the corridors that would either take him left or right. One was brightly lit, and it had an almost sterilised feel to it. The other was far more dingy, and looked as though it were used rarely. He took the left, striding down the grease stained carpet. The old lights flickered feebly, and a spider crawled away from him, into the polystyrene tiled ceiling. He walked for what seemed like an age, until he heard a low humming, a humming of immense electrical power. Bingo.

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"Don't move a muscle?" the Doctor repeated, sounding slightly disappointed. "I hate it when people threaten me with that, because if you meant it, you'd have shot me by now. For one thing, I am utterly incapable of keeping my mouth shut for five seconds, and I need to move muscles to talk. And secondly, blinking. Eye muscles. Daft ape" he grinned at Rose "This kind of foiled our plan, didn't it?"

She nodded.

"See…Tammy, is it?" he squinted at her name badge for a moment "I really don't like my plans being foiled. Not really. Doesn't make me a happy man. So…" he paused dramatically, looking very pointedly at the girl in front of him "I'd just put down that gun right now."

She smiled at him mockingly, raising her delicate eyebrows and smirking. She had the upper hand, she had the weapon, and he thought she was going to take orders from him? When she'd spent months faking loyalty to Torchwood, sucking up to Mr Tyler, just so that, when the Manager gave the order, she might get a shot at the Doctor. Fat chance.

"I don't think so." She leered: an expression which did not suit her pretty face.

"Oh well." The Doctor sighed, sticking his hands in his pockets dejectedly "Guess you're going to have to shoot me."

He moved from his stance in the middle of the room, and stood right in front of her. Her fingers tightened on the gun. There was a click. Then, grinning, in what could only be described as evilly, Tammy squeezed her fingers together, and pulled the trigger.

There we go! Things are getting exciting now, aren't they? I have now actually remembered where I'm going with this, though if anyone spots any plot holes or anything, do tell me, because I haven't written any of this for ages. Review, and I'll attempt to post again soon :) Henry needs some lovvve. (he's the review button)