A/N:
I am so glad so many of you are enjoying my story so far. I'm thinking of maybe a once a week update cycle. I don't have long to write so it makes it easier if I do it this way. I'll start updating every Sat/Sun. No specific time in the day, just note I'm from England. I think I'm going to make this Fic my main priority so may other stories may be put on hold for the moment.
A dark storage facility located at the bottom of Canary Wharf was strangely over-populated on a special Friday night. Two members of medical staff appeared out of the lift meanwhile five- no six people teleported inside using cheap and nasty time-travel also known as vortex manipulators. In fact, the same vortex manipulator from different time periods. One of which was Clara, three being Torchwood, one being River and the last Sarah. Rory jumped as the many people appeared in a heap on the floor and Martha started towards them, Doctoring instinct kicking in just before Rory's. They soon had four recovering humans propped up against a cargo box and everyone made nice re-unions whilst Jack tried to chat-up River Song around the corner but of course she declined for her own secret reason. That's when she noticed Rory and launched herself at him with happy tears.
"Father :)"
She whispered into his ear. She squeezed him tight and stepped back suddenly,
"Where's Amy?"
As if in answer to her question, the lift bleeped expectantly and the doors opened yet again to reveal an angry Donna and Amy either side of the Brigadier,
"You knocked me out, stuck me in an elevator with her JUST to take me to some weirdos' club?!"
Her eyes scanned the group of people before landing on a Martha who was saluting the Brigadier with Jack, his team and Sarah,
"Oh thank God. I'm not alone here."
She offered a smile and dived at her old friends. A great reunion is one with tears shed. And there was more to spare as they all cradled each other, not a single person daring to let go in fear that they'd disappear. However, Martha's boss had different ideas and let out a little cough, walking deeper into the room. Nobody except Clara, Gwen and Ianto followed him as they were too busy having a pleasant time together so instead he decided to get ready for her arrival with their 'special advantage'. This included dimming the lights, filtering the atmosphere, disabling the CCTV and scrambling the energy-readings down here. Oh,and of course, protection: a special glass observation chamber that he raised on the right of the room for the party of people to use as shelter.
Clara looked on intently as this intriguing sergeant fiddled with nobs, levers and keys making the Brig smile fondly,
"And who are, you. Miss?"
Clara gulped and stepped up to his side,
"Clara Oswald. I'm from the future- that sounded better in my head, yeah. You see, it's strange. I work with your daughter, Kate. It's an honour to meet you, she speaks highly of you and that is quite a feat!"
The Brigadier gave a hearty laugh before ushering everyone into the small box,
"Time?"
"19:58, Sir."
Ianto replied looking down at his stop watch. Jack smirked slyly,
"Still got that same watch, Ianto?"
Ianto blushed and looked away but his attention was suddenly stolen by a strange glow that seemed to be emitted out of thin air. The glow was becoming more violent until it became a fiery, spitting, sparkling, circling, full-blown portal of gold. The onlookers observed in awe at the beautiful spectacle before them, it looked like a firework. At that point, from down a stairwell on the opposite side of the room, a certain Mickey Smith skidded inside angrily,
"What the hell?"
Jack smirked from inside the shatter-proof glass,
"Ahh, look who it is! Just when I thought today was gonna be a good day?!"
Martha smacked the Captain who reeled backwards into Ianto before turning back to the confused acquaintance on the opposite side of the room,
"Hey, Mickey. I suggest staying over there, the Brigadier's showin-"
"Brigadier. As in THEE BRIGADIER?!"
Mickey was saluting generously whilst keeping a distance from the brilliant, bright light that's source could still not be seen. As if someone had turned up the volume, gushing, windy sound increased to deafening levels disrupting any means of communication. Really, it was a good job the floor above was sound-proof and that it wasn't a really busy part of UNIT. Mickey's mouth was folded into a straight line as excited, happy shrieks and squeals echoes around the room followed my joyful laughter. Laughter that lit up the room making it's occupants bristle with impatience. A knowledgeable yet young voice carried out into the room and made Martha blink in astonishment and Donna run up to Martha by the glass in surprise. She looked at Martha and they locked eyes. Holding the same exasperated, excited yet extremely perplexed feeling in their shared gaze. They turned back to the glass grasping each other's arms for support. The younger voice of the two vocals sounded out into the empty cargo facility again as if the person were in the very room with a microphone,
"What would he say right now?"
"Oh, I don't know. Give a great speech on an old Earth saying, about great power, wisdom and 'consolation to the soul' in times of need..."
After her short, over-exaggerated speech finished, this second girl paused for effect and started spluttering back a laugh. The two voices eventually composed themselves and the sound of footsteps grew quieter in retreat. Just as Martha dropped her guarded and let out the breath she hadn't known she had been holding, the sound of boots on sand bounced back heavily along with two loud, gleeful shouts in almost perfect unison,
"ALLONS-Y!!!"
Two blonde streams of glowing hair fanned out wildly behind their owner's bodies as the girl's leapt towards the golden, spitting, circular gateway in front of them just hovering above the greyish, wet sand. It felt amazing and wonderful like flying and soaring on a high yet terrifying and extremely heart-wrenching, no, like having your heart literally pulled out. As soon as the older-looking girl felt her body re-materialise the other side of the transdimensional portal, she gasped in relief and let out another happy squeal. Beside her, the young-looking girl she'd come to love dearly yelped in success too however the victorious moment was to be celebrated later as the taller blonde came to her heightened senses. As they fell through the air, Rose signalled to the bleach-blonde and flipped over in the air to brace for impact with whatever floor they came in contact with. Time slowed down as their eyes met the sight below them, seeing the far off floor. Rose bite her lip anxiously and her friend sighed knowingly,
"I knew there was something wrong with the co-ordinates!"
Rose teased the other blonde as they fell to
"You sound just like your dad when you say that."
Jenny scoffed disapprovingly letting out a huffing denial as they hurtled towards the ground. Unhelpfully, Jenny started a count down as if they weren't going to hit a concrete landing and get painfully injured but were simply watching the run up to New Year. She turned to her companion questioningly expressing her annoyance,
"Really?"
"Well, you know you can't die from this so why worr-Two."
The other falling girl frowned at Jenny and allowed the warm glow she'd come to depend on so often after losing her Doctor, his meta-crisis, her family and place at Torchwood take over every inch of her control. Jenny seemed to enjoy watching Rose whenever the Tardis kicked in and granted her power on full throttle: the blonde literally looked like a Goddess when she played Bad Wolf and Jenny loved to think of Rose as her mother even if that weren't possibly true. It was only natural considering the two of them had spent the past decades on the run together through Pete's World, the amount of time's Rose had taken care over Jenny and taken the liberty to protect her like no other. Most would say they were sisters, others: best friends but Jenny would stop on no accounts to call Rose her mum. Especially considering her Father loved Rose when Jenny had been created from that strange biological DNA extrapolator (aka a 'progenation machine') on Messaline with Martha, Donna, the Hath and the humans. Yes, she knew River was the Doctor's wife. Yes, she knew Rose hadn't even been in this universe when she had been generated. Yes, she knew the Doctor would object. No, she didn't care.
Split seconds away from the floor, time stopped allowing Jenny to hop to the floor gently whilst Rose dropped miserably from a minute height. She flopped onto her back and stared upwards, ignoring the grinning Jenny who was stood beside her. All the same, Jenny's peace was broken when she found herself being attacked by a shocked red-head and a worried Asian. This made Rose break down in a heavy laugh the broke her frustration. She yawned and stretched out wide, trying to shake off the small collision with the floor and clear the tears in her eyes from Bad Wolf. Still, she sat up to find a circle of people all around her. Squeaking she pushed back against the floor. Back and forth, her head whipped around before she sat bolt upright again and exclaimed in pure-shock,
"SARAH-JANE? Wait, Jack, Mickey, Donna! 'S this a hallucination. Gee, must've hit my head real hard?!"
It was Jenny's turn to giggle as a blue flurry dived into Rose's stomach, knocking her back down again and forcing an inaudible Oof out of her lungs. Rose's laugh melted Mickey and the Captain's heart as she squirmed out of the man's grasp wheezing through giggles,
"Honestly, Jack. You never change. Mind?"
Jack let go immediately and stood, holding his hand out to one of his oldest friends. Gratefully, Rose obliged and grabbed his arm allowing the Captain to swiftly pull her to her feet. One step was all it took, one step and questions poured down on her like heavy down-pour. A growl emitted from somewhere deep inside her throat and silenced the group of people who looked around questioningly allowing Rose time to slip from the jumble of people towards Jenny. She turned to the boxes she was sat on and shrugged hopelessly, allowing Mickey to wrap his arms around her waist as the chatter began again. Being careful not to upset Mickey, she rolled her eyes and pouted at a smirking Jenny. Unfortunately, Jack did notice and walked in front of Rose's line of sight who jumped back in alarm. Jack, Jenny and Mickey laughed causing a sad whimper to push it's way out of Rose's lips.
At this point in time, Donna kindly extracted Rose and pulled her to the side feeling a bit out of her depth. She smiled gently and softly pushed the first button,
"Sorry for intruding, Rose. Can I ask you some questions because I'm really, REALLY confused."
Rose nodded and offered a reassuring smile. Donna continued with more confidence and enthusiasm after Rose's confirmation,
"Didn't we leave you in the other. Well, you know. Universe?"
Inhaling deeply, Rose did nothing to hide the sad hitch in her breath but still offered her old friend a smile,
"Yea, you did. And trust me. It hurt, a lot. For a long time. But I will always forgive he Doctor and you are NOT to blame."
Nodding with the blonde contemplating all possibilities, Donna looked between Jenny and Rose,
"Impossible."
Rose smirked,
"Wanna bet?"
Donna slapped the girl's arm playfully,
"Rose, you ARE impossible. As is this entire event. And Jenny for that matter, she died."
"Yeah, she told me that too. But what do you expect, she's his daughter after all."
Donna sighed lovingly,
"She's flippin' beautiful too. Wish I had gorgeous hair like that, it's to die for!"
"Yeah, 'sn't it just... Me 'n' Jenny've known each other for a while now."
Donna was going to continue when Rose spun around just as a weapon was pressed to her head,
"Oh, 's nice t' meet you too."
River smiled sarcastically,
"Yeah, a pleasure. Now, who the hell are you?!"
(INSERT THEME TUNE)
Well, see you my fellow readers!
~Kitty XXXXX