A/N:
In this story, it would be much easier if the characters didn't have a bad ending so that they can help the Doctor- like Rose isn't eternally trapped in the parallel universe, Donna doesn't forget her time with the Doctor, Clara isn't with Ashildr in their own Tardis but is still a teacher at that school and Amy isn't locked in the so far past but the year 2005 instead with Rory. So, what we'll find is the companions having slightly different beginnings because I've jigged around their exits from the show.
Give or take, it was 9 in the morning and Donna sighed miserably as she ate her breakfast. Yet another boring day as a Chiswick temp. Once she'd eaten her two slices of toast, the red-head went to get dressed, washed and presentable. Giving Wilfred a big, bear-hug, Donna finally left for the day with an unusual spring in her step. The summer weather allowed her to walk to work through the many streets of London so she had decided on some casual clothes: comfy, denim jeans with a loose, purple top and a grey, knitted cardigan. Arriving below the building in question, Donna pushes aside her doubts and jogged inside with a smile plastered on her face. Glancing to the right, she watched as the odd, Scottish girl from calls sector frowned at the lifts before stepping inside. Adding the thought -do not get the left lift up- to her notes of Dos and Don'ts, Donna signed in for work. Signature scribbled onto the page, Donna headed towards the metal doors on the far right. Everything was fine until she stepped into the lift, eyes drooping heavily as the doors began to close and promptly collapsed in a heap.
Amy and Rory were sat around the breakfast table eating cereal with their butler, a stray ood, when the Nurse had a call from his boss. Within five minutes, the couple were out the front door and off to their jobs, Amy worked at a company called HC Clements as a customer-service call manager (not that she was good at it) whilst her husband Rory now worked as a Nurse at UNIT. Ever since they got locked away in this year, the two had gotten new jobs, new lives and a new home. UNIT was dangerous and mysterious however it was their only source of information and that's how they collected the latest gossip about aliens and therefore their closest chance to ever finding the Doctor again. Rory didn't mind working their as he didn't actually do any major missions, he was just a medical assistant in the company's hospital ward on floor -15. Amy couldn't find any jobs at first and soon gave in but after a little dig, Rory found her a job at an interesting place. But, she didn't enjoy her stature in the company as all she got to do all day was sit around and listen to people complaining over the phone. She worked on floor 7 with Marion, Helen, Zoe, some others and Isabel. Each morning she would run up the stairs much to Donna's confusion, 'why not take the lift' she thought. And that's what Amy did today, she took the small lift out of simple interest. Watching the little red numbers count down to 0, Amy frowned remembering her last encounter after using a lift at a toy store. Coincidence, she hopped inside and squinted at the strangely blurry buttons. Blurry... Dizzy... and sleep.
(SORRY, THIS IS NOT HAPPENING. Time for a re-write) (Jack, Gwen and Ianto survive the 456 together. Let's pretend there's no Esther or Oswald Danes cuz they just be moving up my plot here. Never mind Tosh and Owen cuz they left too early in the seasons to be revived and still make sense. Oh, you know what. Here goes): The black-haired women from Cardiff leaned back against her Captain's chest as he wrapped his arm around her co-worker. Gwen came from a very old, traditional family born in Cardiff. Ianto- not so much. However, Jack was no ordinary human, he was a fixed point in time, born in the 51st century, unable to die, centuries old, not from Earth but still human and prepared for the worst. But right now, he was his friends support and that was a good enough motive to be happy. On Gwen's sofa, the team were watching a simple TV show when Jack's vortex manipulator started bleeping. He smiled,
"It would seem we have visitors!"
Together, the team each took a pistol and side-stepped out of the building coming face to face with a curly, blonde women holding a very nifty hand-gun from at least the 30th century. She was bent over forward in a recovery stance in clear disorientation from using cheap, nasty time-travel. Jack smirked,
"Need a drink next time?"
River turned around smugly, flicking her blaster back inside it's holster,
"Oh, hardly need one, dear. I haven't a clue where I am yet. Now, where are the Ponds?"
Rory raced into the ward crashing into his friend Martha clumsily. Quickly apologising, he offered her a smile and set off walking towards his desk when he noticed her serious face and tense posture. She indicated back to the lift and grabbed his arm as she walked towards the metal doors. She coughed before whispering nonchalantly into his ear,
"The Brigadier sent for us. Oh, and Amy too."
Rory, not being one so dumb and knowledge-less as most working here, spun to face Martha with a wide-eyed expression. The Brigadier was high priority at UNIT and nobody ever saw or spoke to him. So, Rory didn't understand what he wanted with Martha, him and his wife. Did he know that Amy and him were stuck in this heaven-forbid time? Never the less, he let his boss wearing her beige jacket guide him to her boss. Today, was going to be interesting.
Ianto frowned questioningly,
"The Ponds, sorry, who?"
River rolled her eyes and shook her head mischievously holding out her hand,
"Yep, clueless as always. Looks nice, I'd say- judging by the wind- this is Cardiff. And, thinking about Amy and or what the Doctor told me, she'd never come here. Well, guess that's goodbye?"
Jack caught her shoulder and smiled,
"Oh no it's not. You're a friend of the Doctor's. Ever heard of Torchwood?"
The long out stretched conversation that included lots of flirting, jokes and tales of the Doctor concluded one thing. Somebody wanted their help, them being the many trustworthy companions of the Doctor after the Time War. The daring women- called River- was sent here after reading a note she found during her stay at Darillium. She knew that her end was near so this letter may be the end of her journey, yet she kept that to herself. After a quick co-ordinate exchange, the vortex manipulators were set for their next travel and each host had a guest. Gwen holding River's hand and Ianto hanging of Jack's arm lime a cat. Flash- crackle- pop.
Clara was sat on her motorbike zooming back to her flat after a busy school day but pulled over when she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket: Kate Lethbridge-Stewart. The teacher quickly removed her helmet and put the phone to her ear,
"Hey, Kate. What's wrong?"
There was muffled chatter coming through the speaker clearly in the background whilst Kate's voice was the dominant sound to be heard,
"Not so much a problem, just a message. For you. New location: my office, The Black Archives."
Clara re-clipped on her black, shiny hat and revved the engine spinning the back-wheel around and driving a bee-line towards the Tower of London or better known as Kate's office. As she pulled up in the court yard, Clara frowned as a soldier solutes to her. Being with the Doctor does that to you, you stop wanting gratitude. Out of respect she nodded back to him before following the man into the many corridors. Five minutes later, Clara found herself beside Kate staring into a glass-box containing something called a vortex manipulator. Listening to Kate's few words, Clara stepped inside and took the device- strapping it to her wrist,
"Right, you said that YOUR dad from the past wants MY help from the future. I have so many questions like how did he know I would exist, what does he need MY help for and how does this thing work? Ok, mainly that last one."
After Kate had given Clara a little step-by-step tour of the futuristic machine, she exited the container and watched as Clara disappeared in a flash of brief light.
13 Bannerman road. Sarah Jane was sat next to Maria as they all ate their jam-sandwiches in the loft. Mr Smith was busy doing some calculations with K-9 and Luke was tinkering with his latest project across the room. Clyde was the first to react to the strange noise, jumping to his feet and crouching behind the couch. Maria and Luke joined him and watched in horror as Sarah-Jane simply stood up and watched the spot where a crackling sound was coming from. Mr Smith droned on in silence until he spotted the occurrence,
"Sarah-Jane. It would seem you have multiple teleports heading towards your location. Would you like me to apply restraint fields?"
Tenderly, the women shook her head and returned to her place on the coach smiling when multiple people arrived in her house all but one panting heavily. He spoke up cheerfully in his thick American accent,
"Well, what a pleasure. Sarah-Jane you are still looking beautiful as ever! Meet my new crew."
Gwen and Ianto waved gingerly whilst River stood with a hand on her hip,
"Just how many women did he leave behind? God, I'm gonna slap that man!"
Sarah smiled and embraced Jack and his team before confronting the new women,
"I don't think we've met. I'm Sarah-Jane Smith and, yes, I did travel with the Doctor once. Long ago... Oh, I almost forgot. Luke, stay away from this lot. You too Clyde and Maria. What can I say? Too many guns!"
Jack laughed and began explaining their mission and Sarah was immediately in on it. If all the Doctor's friends were in need then Sarah wanted to be there. After all, wasn't he there for her all the time? She exchanged goodbyes with her son's friends and gripped Jack's arms,
"Prepare for the worst, right? The Doctor always hated these things."
Jack nodded with a shrug in reply,
"Well, he's not here now is he? Not yet at least."
With one last intake of air, both time-travellers clamped a hand down on their respective buttons and the group disappeared again.
A/N:
I hope you liked this. Another one of my re-union ideas. So far, I haven't written much of this one. Normally I write a lot and slowly update but no, this time I give you all my work so far. It might have a load of mistakes in cuz I'm ill tho. And it may be not the best but I promise the plot is going somewhere.
Love,
~Kitty xOxOxO