A/N: So, before starting with season 2, I decided to bring in a few Doctor Who episodes, since they're basically in the same universe. So... This story (this is the first out of three chapters, without counting the bonus chapter) contains spoilers (very spoilery) for Doctor Who season 3 episodes "Utopia" (mentioned only); "Sound of Drums" (which is basically this chapter and the next) and "Last of the Time Lords" (which is the last of the three chapters). I'll be writing more Doctor Who episodes as well, sometimes instead of some Torchwood episodes and sometimes in between episodes or seasons, and I'll always mention which ones I'm doing (it'll be only New Who, since I've just recently started watching Classic Who). Hope you like it!

And, for my Guest reviewer: Thank you! Well, my idea of writing in second person was to make anyone feel like they were Lucy, another reason of why "Lucy Blake" is not her real name, just a name she made up when she arrived, and why I haven't said anything about how she looked. I'm glad that it works! And thank you, I definitely will write more of these!

Day 1.

When you walk into the Hub, you only find Tosh. She's watching the news on her workstation. You walk over to her.

"Hey, Tosh." You greet her as you take off your black blazer and black messenger bag, leaving them at your workstation. "What's on the news?"

"Oh, it's just the new Prime Minister." She shrugs it off.

Your face falls. "What new Prime Minister?"

Tosh frowns at you. "Harold Saxon, who else?"

You can feel yourself paling. You run over to her workstation. "Turn it up."

Harold Saxon—the Master—is smiling at the camera. "This country has been sick. This country needs healing. This country needs medicine." Then, with the same infuriating grin, he adds. "In fact, I'd go so far as to say that what this country really needs right now, is a Doctor."

"Oh, this son of a bitch—"

"Hey, hey, what's going on? Who's gotten on your bad side this time?" Owen says as he comes in.

"The Master." You answer without thinking.

"Who?" Owen asks, confused.

"Harold Saxon." You clarify.

"Oh. Well, Saxon's called. Apparently there's something strange going on in the Himalayas and he needs us to go and check it out." Owen says. "Where's the newbie?"

"It's Gwen. One syllabe. Sure you can manage." Gwen says as she comes in, the cogwheel turning and alarms blaring. "I'm here, sorry I'm late."

"Hey Gwen." You greet her with a smile. Ever since Jack's been gone and the Rift more and more active you've been needing a hand, and you proposed Gwen Cooper. With your guidance (and by your guidance, I mean yours and the rest of the team's as well), she's better than she was in the show, growing faster and faster into the amazing badass Gwen Cooper she was in season 3 and 4.

"Well, newbie, pack up. We're going to the Himalayas." Owen claps his hands together. "All of you. Saxon needs all five of us."

"Yeah, actually, I think I'll stay behind." You interrupt.

"Why?" Owen asks.

"Just in case. We can't leave the city without defenses." You quickly add in.

"Spill." Owen orders.

"It's a long story. The Mas—Harold Saxon isn't who he says he is. He's a time lord and not a good one. He's trying to rule the universe, and he needs us out of his way. But I'm not sure if this has happened already or not."

Owen frowns. "How are you not sure?"

"Because this isn't supposed to happen. I mean, it happens but then something else happens and it all goes back in time, to some exact moment. I think it'll be in a few hours or days… Again, I'm not sure when. But then no one's supposed to remember it except those who were in the eye of the storm. I want to be there, but in case I don't get to, as soon as we go back in time, I'll forget about it and I'll never know whether we went through this or not." When you see Owen and Gwen's confused faces, you add, "Like the Doctor would say, this is very 'wibbly wobbly timey wimey'. I can't explain any better."

Owen has an inner debate before answering, "Fine, fine. You can stay here. Tosh, Gwen, Ianto, pack up, we're leaving soon." Then he turns to you. "Make your choice now. Whether you stay at home and don't come into the Hub, or you lock yourself here and don't come out."

You salute. "Sir, yes, sir." You mock. Owen rolls his eyes.

"We'll leave tonight." He adds to the others.

Later that night, you come back with all your stuff packed. You've told Gareth that you won't be available for a few days, and not to worry about you if you don't pick up your phone.

You're watching Merlin when you hear the Hub's phone. You wish you could pick up, but you can't in case it's Saxon. You know Jack calls at some point, but you're not sure if it's now. You sigh, and close your eyes. You close your laptop and prepare to go to bed. You're going to be sleeping in Jack's bunker. Since he's not here and you'd be sleeping on the couch otherwise. Before you go to bed, you decide to watch the news again. It's the Master.

"Britain, Britain, Britain." He starts. "What extraordinary times we've had. Just a few years ago, this world was so small. And then they came, out of the unknown, falling from the skies. You've seen it happen." They show clips according to his words. "Big Ben destroyed. A spaceship over London. All those ghosts and metal men. The Christmas star that came to kill." The scene shifts and it's the Master again. "Time and time again, and the government told you nothing. Well, not me. Not Harold Saxon. Because my purpose here today is to tell you this. Citizens of Great Britain, I have been contacted." You clench your fists. "A message for humanity, from beyond the stars." A sphere appears on the screen, and it speaks, with a female voice.

"People of the Earth, we come in peace. We bring great gifts."

"Liar!" Since you're alone at the Hub, you can allow yourself to yell at a screen.

"We bring technology and wisdom and protection. And all we ask in return is your friendship." You snort.

The Master reappears on the screen. "Ooo, sweet. And this species has identified itself. They are called the Toclafane."

"The Toclafane aren't alien! You made them up, you created them!"

"And tomorrow morning, they will appear. Not in secret, but to all of you. Diplomatic relations with a new species will begin. Tomorrow, we take our place in the universe. Every man, woman and child. Every teacher and chemist and lorry driver and farmer. Oh, I don't know, every medical student?"

"Son of a bitch!" You know he means Martha. "Leave them alone!" You shut off the TV—well, computer—in anger, then lockdown the Hub before you go to sleep. You're troubled, but you fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow. Tomorrow's going to be a long day.