A/N MARK I: Hello! Thank-you to all those wonderful people who reviewed the first chapter, it was the AWESOMEST thing since I found out Donna was coming back in series 4.
A special thank-you to NoVacancyMind, as she gave me the ideas to make this chapter the way it is.
Also, this chapter is shorter than the first, as I found the place this one ended the most appropriate. This hopefully means that the third should be up to quite soon. Well, quicker than one week like this one took to write.

DISCLAIMER: To be the owner of this particular of this T.V. show, I would have to change genders and relocate. Not that it isn't worth it or anything, but I sort of like me the way I am. Well, sort of.


Several gun shots rang through the hallway the trio had entered, accompanied by a few screams.

Letting go of the Doctor's slightly cold hand, Rose ran through the hallway, taking a sharp right turn and suddenly braking to what was the clear glass railing overlooking the whole first floor.

The Doctor ran to Rose's side and grabbed her hand, as she whispered in vain, "No! I thought I told them not to shoot first."

She grimaced as she heard the harsh tones of the 'Judoon' saying the language the humans were speaking was English, and then continuing to convict the human who had shot at him. The man seemed to be a part of Rose's Torchwood team, if the strange 'T' printed on the back of jacket was any indication.

"He's in your Torchwood team, isn't he Rose?"

"Yeah."

Rose squeezed the Doctor's hand tightly when she saw the red beam of light come from the instrument the Judoon were using to scan the humans.

It encompassed the man, blasting him to ashes.

To see if she could do something, Rose jogged down the stairs, taking them two at a time, leading to the ground floor of the hospital.

She noticed that, one, the Doctor seemed to have not come down with her; and two, her team seemed to be huddled next to the steps. All of them had a mixture of shocked and horrified expressions planted on their faces.

Rose looked around to the Judoon, making sure that none of them had seen her.

Luckily, none of them seemed to react to the fact that she was different, and wasn't actually scared of them.

She then took a few strides to meet what was left of her team.

"Why did you let Hamish go over there and get himself murdered?" furiously whispered Rose.

One of Rose's team members stepped up to talk, but Rose interrupted them before they could get a word in.

"Drop your guns in a place you'll remember. I'm your overseer, so pretend to be a civilian. Spread out over the floors, and help people where you can. These aliens are the ones in control here, so you will have to make yourself blend in as much as possible. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, ma'am." came the practiced, and whispered, reply.

Rose didn't like the fact she was in charge of any group, but she was the most knowledgeable (in Torchwood) when it came to aliens.

The team scattered, some finding a hiding spot for their guns straight away, others sneaking up to the higher levels.

Rose got ready to sprint up the stairs when she heard the Judoon declare they were scanning everyone to see if they were human, hoping to find the murderer concealed within the humans.

"Rose, Rose!" stage-whispered the Doctor, from behind the pot plant located on the level above Rose.

He let out a sigh of relief when Rose's blonde halo of hair gradually came into view from the direction of the stairs.

Rose went to crouch behind the Doctor, but he had other ideas, snatching her hand to drag her next to him.

"Doctor, do you know what the Judoon are? As they sure didn't seem to have any reserves when it came to killing my men."

What had he done to her? thought the Doctor, worried about the fact that she was more like him, in his ninth regeneration.

To distract himself from his own hurtful thought, the Doctor answered Rose's question instead.

"Galactic police. Well, Police-For-Hire. More like interplanetary thugs." The Doctor didn't seem to be able to keep the tone of disgust out of his voice.

"And they brought us to the moon?" asked a puzzled Martha.

"Neutral territory. According to Galactic Law, they've got no jurisdiction over the Earth, so they've isolated us. That rain? Lightning? That was them, using a H2O scoop."

"What's that about 'Galactic Law'?" A slow smile spread over Rose's face. "That sounds like something out of a sci-fi show!" Rose scoffed.

"Don't we live in one?" The Doctor waggled his eyebrows, glad that his Rose was back, not the stranger.

"Anyway," interrupted a frustrated Martha, "If they're police, are we under arrest? Are we trespassing on the moon or something?"

"'Trespassing on the moon', I like that!" Rose elbowed the Doctor. "Don't you?"

"Good thinking, Martha. Nah, it's simpler than that. They're making a catalog. That means they're after something non-human, which is very bad news for me." A sigh escaped from the Doctor's mouth.

"So let's just not just sit here, Doctor. Let's go!" Rose said, with a pointed look at him.

With that, the Doctor and Rose abruptly stood, but Martha still hid behind the plant.

"Why?" was all Martha could ask.

Rose just gave another pointed look in the Doctor's direction.

"Oh, you're kidding me!"

Rose just shook her head, while the Doctor looked down at Martha.

With another grab of the hand, the Doctor pulled Rose in a random direction. "Come on. Martha, I need a computer with access to the hospital's records."

Martha stood up, glad that she knew where to go before the other two. "This way."

She walked in the opposite direction to where Rose and the Doctor were heading.


A/N MARK II: Reviews make me dance like a crazy person and sing very off key. This means that my family, friends and neighbours have a good laugh.

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