Author's Note: For convenience' sake, I have decided to include a few scenes from actual Doctor Who episodes to give a better sense of timing. The ending of the last chapter was merely a test run for this. If you have any suggestions on how to make this more readable, I would appreciate them.

I own nothing. Least of all this.

1:9

Before the word had even finished leaving my lips, I was moving.

This was probably not the best of ideas, considering the drain it was about to put on my recharging crystals, but I was certainly not going to let Torchwood anywhere near a TARDIS. Not even this version of them. For all I knew, this could be ages before Torchwood was discovered and taken over. In which case, I intended to give the people who ran it, like John Lumic, as little as possible.

The TARDIS probably wasn't going to like this, but if I had a better idea, I would have used that. My visor began whirring, and gradually, with extremely agonized groaning, the TARDIS vanished from sight. There. She was now one second out of phase with the rest of reality. I had just turned what would have been an hour long recharge into a full day, if not day. Worth it.

Next, for the computers. I needed to know exactly what I was facing, and if there was any chance, no matter how small, that my arrival had been noticed. My fingers flew across some keyboard, pulling up whatever I could find that was connected to this place. Whenever I would hit a security barrier, a quick flash of my visor was enough to let me through. It wasn't long before I had all the information I could possibly want. And, as is always the case with new information, there was good news, and bad news.

Good news: This was a long while after the whole "stars going out" problem.

Bad news: It was an extremely long while. Over two hundred years in fact.

Good news: Torchwood was long gone. This whole building had been permanently shut down and closed off.

Bad news: It was now owned by someone else, an eerily familiar company called Abstergo. And whatever they wanted it for, it certainly wasn't nice.

Good news: My turning on the lights had not sent off any alarms.

Bad news: The same could not be said of my arrival and subsequent hiding of the TARDIS.

Good news: There was no indication that my presence had been noticed.

Bad news: A team was coming up to investigate. And I had mere moments to hide.

Off went the screen. Everything that I had found, in fact, all connections and data on any computer or device in that room, was good and fried after the sonic equivalent of an EMP. The lights followed quickly after. Hiding under a desk wasn't going to work, and there was nothing else on the other end of the room. Just metal bars. What to do, what to do…

Idea. Long coats came in handy sometimes. Just in time too. I could hear footsteps coming this way. With one quick jump, and a swish of my coat, I was hidden in plain sight.

Judging by the amount of noise, there were three of them. Three, I could handle. Hopefully. There was a *ding*. The glass door behind me swung open. And in they strode.

"What have we got?"

Voice One. Probably the leader.

"Two registered anomalies, one right after the other."

Second Voice. Sounded soldier-y.

"Identical?"

Leader again.

"No, ma'am. Almost completely different, in fact."

"That means one of two things ma'am; either something came through, and left again in a hurry, or two seperate things arrived, and are still here."

Ah. Guess that made the third one the thinker.

"You've overlooked a third possibility, my dear. If you were to recall the files on the Doctor," here my ears perked up even more, "you'll remember that upon his first arrival here, his transportation's power failed, stranding him here for around 24 hours."

Bollocks. Scratch thinker.

Leader continued. "I think that the most likely explanation is that something came through, and then found it couldn't. And is in fact, still in this building."

"Do we send in more troops to restrain it, ma'am?"

Oh, yes, definitely soldier.

"...No."

If I could have breathed a sigh of relief, I would have.

"If it is possible to deal peaceably with whatever has arrived here, then we shall. In exchange for assistance with it's departure, it could provide valuable help to us as well."

"Even if it's a Dalek, ma'am?"

"Why not? Even things such as Daleks can be used to the greater good."

Any urge I had to reveal myself vanished. If there were two things I hated, really hated, they were people who thought that Daleks could be useful, and "the greater good." I'd seen far too much evil come as a result of the both of them. Now, the plan was to simply remain in the building undetected for 24 hours, and then I could be on my way. The name Abstergo was still stuck in my head, making me even more sure that I wanted nothing to do with them.

The leader was speaking again. "Make sure that nothing gets out, but do it in a non-threatening way. We don't want whatever it is shooting first and asking questions later. Even Time Lords will attack when provoked. Right, that's all. Make sure the area is clean, then clear out."

"Yes, ma'am."

I heard them turn, and walk back towards me. They had just almost made it to the door, when Thinker made it quite clear exactly what he thought of my retraction of his nickname.

"...Ma'am, there's something off."

"Describe."

"The computers, ma'am. If that something is still here, wouldn't it immediately go looking for information on how best to get what it wants?"

"...A fair point. If they did go looking, can you tell how much they found?"

"I think so ma'am. They appear to have used this station. The chair is the only one pushed out."

Bollocks. Still, good luck finding anything, boyo. When I killed something, it stayed dead.

A *thunk* sounded in front of me. Clearly Thinker sitting down in aforementioned chair.

"The computer's erased, ma'am."

Got 'em!

"Everything's gone."

"Which means?"

"Either they got all the way to the top level of security, and potentially saw everything in the amount of time it took to lock them out and fry their connection…"

"Including Project Rewrite?!"

"Yes ma'am. Or, the far worse scenario…"

"HOW COULD ANYTHING BE WORSE THAN THAT?!"

"They could have killed the computer themselves, because they didn't want us to know what they found. Namely, that they knew we were coming. In which case, they could be listening to every word we've been saying. Which also means, if they didn't know about Rewrite before, they certainly do now."

The Thinker turned in his seat…..

And stared directly into my visor.

This time, I did say it out loud.

"Bollocks."