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Long story short, been a bit busy so I'm gonna upload a longer chapter rn. Thank you for waiting!

"Hellooooooo, everybody! It's meee...The one and only Harold Saxon!"

Everybody in the crowd applauded as Harold stepped down from the podium and handed the stage to another nerdy looking bloke. The crowd silenced and listened to the man who had the boring job of safety instructions. Of course, nobody was really paying attention. About a minute later, Harold coughed down the mic,

"Alrighty, now... the moment you've all been waiting for! The GAS event is predicted to start in, say... About ten seconds! Enjoy!"

He jumped back down and rocked back in his armchair with a satisfied smirk that said mischief. The undercover spy was on his guard. Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four- the crowd gasped as the glass orb filled with golden dust. Two. The Captain kept one eye on the Master who was swivelling in circles with a glass of champagne at his hand. His spinny chair halted eventually and Jack could focus easier. Whilst keeping his other glued to the event happening in front of him, he continued to watch the Master. Relief flooded his systems when nothing happened. He waited for the cloud to stop blocking their view. His attention spiralled away from the time lord to the sphere. A bright glow in human form shone through the glass. When it faded, Jack's face was the picture of shock, curiosity and utter relief: before his very eyes, a girl wearing black had simply appeared but collapsed quickly: no harm or danger at the moment. He couldn't see her well enough for the Torchwood specs to scan her so he moved back a bit from his desk being careful not to daw attention to himself in the crowded room. The sudden daze of pre-shock passed and Jack was back to focusing on the task at hand. Getting a lock on the subject would be easier when she stood up. Out of the corner of his eye, Jack observed the misled Time Lord lean forward in his seat, surprise literally jumping off his face. He turned around and whispered to a few colleagues with laptops. They began typing at lightning speed, clearly doing a recognition search or some sort off feed back to their HQ. Jack's attention was drawn back to the sphere when the female shuddered and appeared to recover slightly.

Chatter broke out and Jack deemed it safe to have a quick conversation with his team,

"Gwen, Owen. Any more info, keep it tight? Tosh, got enough data yet? I'm feeling a bit exposed in front of subject Kos-"

The Master's head flipped around and his piercing eyes were cutting through the people in Jack's area. Instinctively, he turned his back and hid nonchalantly behind a group of bickering scientists. Sighing in relief, Jack continued,

"Close one, forgot they could hear their real name even in a noisy and crowded room. I don't think he saw me. Don't come for me be it I'm found. I'll get back, promise."

Jack surreptitiously removed the ear-fit communicator and put it in his trouser pocket. He turned around and recovered his position. The crowd went silent so that Harold could speak. The man coughed loudly down the microphone,

"What a result?! Our predictions read the sphere could bring an item of it's origin to its exact location. Let's get a load of this! Well, young girl-If you're a girl-what's your name? Where did you come from, eh? Hello?"

Jack watched as the girl stood up steadily in a meaningful manner. She had her back turned and she looked stable however his body-language skills told him that she was far from it. He felt a warm buzz of deja-vous as he stared at this girl, it was her posture and stance that reminded him of someone. Jack could hear the only just audible sound of his specs' lenses zooming in. Slowly, the blonde girl began to turn around with her eyes set on the many people surrounding her. If she was flustered by this situation, she hid it well apart from the way she was clutching that radio like the last scrap of hope she held. Jack grew restless and his patience wore thin as the girl continued to take her time. The Captain closed his eyes and rubbed the back of his sweaty neck in annoyance. All he wanted to do was get out. He opened his eyes- what? Literally, the last thing he expected to see was the exact same Rose Tyler he had seen so many years ago on Satellite 5. Their eyes locked and Jack longed to wipe away her tears. He mouthed her name but his jaw was shaking with an overpowering emotion of joy. A smile was weaving its way onto her face. And he felt a press against his brain. A tingling telepathic press that felt inhuman. Seconds later, she was back on the floor weak as a fish on dry land. A group of men dragged her out and Jack just watched as his dear friend disappeared once again. Could this day get any worse.

The Doctor frowned at his monitor: London. Of course he knew he was in London but it felt strange. Too many things felt wrong for this to be any old day. And no, he didn't want to start a Paradox. He looked at his friend with this manic grin reading trouble,

"What'd'ya think. Take it or leave it?"

Donna sighed knowingly and stepped out of the threshold leaving him in the Tardis alone. He shrugged,

"Taking it I guess? Be a good girl whilst I'm gone."

Tapping the railings and grabbing his trench coat from the coral strut. He stepped out facing his console and pulling the door to. He turned bouncily almost falling head over heels backwards. The Powell Estate... Sniffing the air, the Doctor walked back into the Tardis and leant into the console. His face was no longer happy- his whirling brown eyes becoming a whirlwind. A storm. The Oncoming Storm. He growled,

"Why, of all places? Why here!? SHE'S GONE! And it's my fault, do you know how guilty that makes me feel?! Rose has gone, ok? Now, let's go."

Donna's look of amusement became one of worry and pity. Still outside, leaning against the box, she could hear the Doctor ranting with a machine, she didn't see what was wrong. The Tardis had taken them to London so what? And there was nothing so bad about this place. The estate was three stories high and 15 flats long before it came to a bend of a shorter length. Each flat had two small, plastic-framed windows; a wooden, painted door with a supposedly working doorbell and in some cases a small cat-flap. They were stood in the space outside, blocked in on two sides by the estate and the other direction opposite by another house. Donna walked around the Tardis calmly, trying to put out the Doctor's shouts. She stroked the royal blue-no-Tardis blue police box. It was exciting joining the Doctor in his time travelling machine, so many times and places to visit. Even the flipping ship had a conscience; she whirred at Donna's soft, delicate touch. The Tardis liked the Doctor's companions and she didn't care about suffering any consequences. She held the time vortex, she helped the Doctor, she gave everything to be with him.

(Hint, am I talking about the Tardis right now? Or a certain Bad Wolf?)

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Hope you are liking where this is going! Keep reading my fellow fangirls and boys!

~Kitty xx