The Doctor growled in frustration as Rose's voicemail picked up. After the tone he began to speak rapidly into the mobile. "Rose, I know you aren't going to believe me, but it's, me the Doctor. I'm in Cardiff, Pete's World. I don't know how I got here, sorta like last time really. I'm sorry about everything…I—the—Donna….I don't know just pick up your ph—"

He was cut off as the police chief stepped forward, yanking the cellular phone out of the Doctor's hand. The Doctor turned, about to say some choice words to the chief when he saw that in one hand was Donna's now smoldering phone and in the other was a slim, black sonic screwdriver. The policemen were back now, a few more this time and with a lot of guns, much to the Doctor's dismay. "Guns and more guns, why does it always have to be the solution to every single problem," he complained under his breath. He also noticed that many of the weapons were advanced. That was to be expected from Torchwood, but none of the people had any notification that they were even affiliated with Torchwood.

"Ah," the Doctor said, folding his arms in front of his chest, "I take it that you aren't here 'officially' either."

"It took you longer than usual to figure that out, Doctor," sneered the chief, now pointing a handgun directly at the Doctor's chest. "Call me Caan. Now, if you will come with me everything will be just peachy. Isn't that the correct term?"

The Doctor raised a hand. "Well you see, I may be inclined to disagree with you, Caan, on that point. What sort of name is that, seems like I should know it. Anyways, I doubt everything will be 'peachy' as you say if I come with you. I know I seem to not be in the position to disagree with you." He looked around at the fake policemen, reaching out and grabbing Donna's hand. With the other he reached into his jacket, drawing out a small object and backing up toward the dumpsters as they followed them, some clicking various buttons on their weapons as they hummed to life, charging.

"But being the very intelligent man I am, I still have a few tricks up my sleeve." He threw the object downward, pulling down Donna at the same time and diving to the right. Many things happened simultaneously.

A few fired their weapons as they reacted to the fugitive pair diving out of their circle, while at the same exact moment the object the Doctor threw down on the pavement exploded with an odd squelch. It sprayed black liquid on everyone within a five-meter radius. Some of the liquid splashed on to Donna's back, and with disgust she noticed that it was thick, like tar.

"A Creeleekan bomb," the Doctor explained. "Came in use for something. Come on, let's go."

"Oh, I don't think that you're going anywhere," said a voice that seemed oddly familiar. He turned and saw the flash of a white card in front of his face. The Doctor rolled his eyes.

"Harriet Jones, Prime Min-"

"Yes, we know who you are," said the Doctor and Donna together.

"Where was I?" said Jenny thoughtfully, "oh yeah, Messaline. I was born there, and that place is all that I know. When I—"

There was a knock on the door, interrupting her once again. Rose shook her head. "Look, you need some rest. I'm sorry we have been interrupted so much, but I just wanted to let you know that you can trust us."

"I know that I can," Jenny replied. "There're some people I'm not so sure about, but there's something about you that I know I can trust."

Rose smiled. "Come in," she called to the person at the door.

The door was thrown open with a bang. Jackie Tyler stumbled in, two sacks of groceries in one arm and a toddler in the other. Her face was red, her blond hair disheveled, her breath coming in gasps. Mickey ran over, catching the groceries just as they were about to fall from her arms. He set them on the table as Jackie stormed over to Rose, placing the toddler boy on the floor beside her.

"You have John now, please!" Jackie exclaimed, combing her fingers through her hair. "I am never running your little errands again! Groceries, doctor's appointments, making copies, all while you're on 'important Torchwood business.'" She made quotation marks in the air with her fingers. "And then I find out you're here, visiting a friend. Oh Torchwood business that is. Meant no offense," she added, nodding in apology to Jenny.

"Anyway," she continued, "I'll see you at the house. And you're going to regret it if you don't cook tonight, it's been your turn to slave over that stove for a while now." With that she whipped around on her heels and stormed out, slamming the door.

"Aaaand that was my mother, Jackie Tyler," sighed Rose, "but she's normally not like that," she added hastily. Jenny laughed.

"And this," she stated, leaning over and picking up the brown-headed little boy who was standing beside the chair and placing him on her lap, "Is John Tyler…my son."

"So…" said the Doctor, tilting his head, "You're here too? What am I saying, I knew that a couple of years ago—anyway, it seems that you're not that different here either." His voice was full of malice. Donna stared as he spoke with anger to the woman who was the previous Prime Minister in Britain's golden age back on her earth. And he was scolding her; scolding the Prime Minister. Donna shook her head, wondering what on earth Harriet Jones could have done.

"And those so-called policemen," he added, "they're working for you. What for?"

She threw up her hands, backing away. "Enough with the questions. And no, everything is not what you think it is. Those…policemen people were working for me, but as of 1500 hours, they are no longer subordinate to me."

"What are you—"

"There's not much time Doctor," she stated, "I may have said that I'm Prime Minister, but it's not going to be that way much longer. No, by tonight I'm definitely going to step down if I value my life. In other words Doctor, we need your help."

"I wouldn't—no—wait—what?" sputtered the Doctor. Donna grinned solemnly. It was the first time she had seen him speechless in ages.

"Come with me," she said, shaking her head. The security guard with her poked him in the small of the back with the muzzle of his gun.

"Oi! You don't have to do that!" exclaimed the Doctor. "Have I mentioned how much I hate stupid guns?"

"Oh yes, plenty of times, "chided in Donna, coming into pace beside him.

"So you're finally talking again?" asked the Doctor, looking around as he followed Harriet Jones. He did not fail to notice that there were odd shadows in the alleys that they passed, all of them odd and misshapen. He carried on light conversation, trying to make it seem as if he had not noticed it.

"I can't put a word in with you and Harriet Jones. What the hell was that? The past few minutes have all been strange. And why did you let that little fiend Stan get his grubby hands on my cell phone?! I mean, who were you trying to call anyway, you spoke too fast so I couldn't eavesdrop, and where are—"

"It's a parallel world," he informed her in a distracted manner, all traces of any amusement on his face now gone as his eyes flitted left and right, looking behind her head.

"Ah," replied Donna, not wanting to inquire any further. They had come to a black unmarked vehicle. Harriet leaned over and opened the door for them. Donna slid in first, but the Doctor stayed outside, still looking around.

"Come on," beckoned Donna, motioning for him to get in.

"No…wait…Caan…" he murmured. "Oh Rassilon! I'm a COMPLETE idiot! Oh no I am so utterly stupid. How could I miss a damn obvious thing like that, it was right in front of my face!" He then he sprung forward, grabbing Harriet by the shoulders, an enraged and feral look in his eyes.

"Take me to Torchwood!" he commanded.

"No," she replied in a quavering voice, looking over to where the Doctor had been glancing previously.

"I'm warning you Harriet, they are not who they say they are they will destroy everything! If I can get into Torchwood to find out what exactly is going on then—"

"No," she repeated in the same shaky voice.

The Doctor looked down for a moment at the car, and then his eyes widened when he saw the driver. "Donna get out!" he screamed.

"What are you—" she began, and then she caught a glance of the driver and gave an alarmed yelp. The driver turned around, smirking. Except, it was an unnatural one. His scarred face had many tentacles sprouting from it, a single eye in the middle of his forehead. She tried to open the door on her side but it was locked, but she was blocked on the other side as the two guards accompanying Harriet Jones grabbed the Doctor, shoving him against the car. He struggled, but to no avail as they slammed his forehead against the roof of his car, stuffing him in it as he sagged downward. Harriet Jones was then roughly pushed in behind him as well.

"No..." she breathed, "No! You were supposed to take him and leave. You have him, now let Earth be!"

The driver turned around again, showing his ugly smile once more. "The Daleks will not leave until the full extermination process is fulfilled. The Doctor is the key, and you gave him to us. Thank you Prime Minister. Soon you will be exterminated."

"Hello John, I'm Jenny," she greeted. She had never seen a child before, a real, living human offspring. She reached out, grabbing the boy's hand as he reached out for a handshake. The result was unexpected.

An instant tingling ran up her arm, a warmth not too unlike when she touched the crystal that she had found in her pocket when she had awoken in regeneration. Her green eyes locked with the boy's brown. Her mind felt open, and she could feel his presence, questioning and as hesitant as hers; he was so full of innocence and youth. Not too much difference between them. She felt tied to him, like she had known him for decades when neither of them had lived for that long.

The connection was suddenly broken by Mickey's voice. "There's someone else here Rose. Someone who's from Torchwood, don't recognize him though."

The man stepped through the door, giving a smile to Rose and Jenny, that latter of whom was still in a stupor from what had just happened in her brief interaction with Rose's son.

"You are needed at Torchwood immediately Miss Tyler," he informed her. He then turned to Jenny. "They want you there too by the way."

"But she's still recovering," protested Rose.

"I want to help," said Jenny, "I feel fine." She threw back the covers and stood to prove her point.

"See? And the doctor said she was fully recovered," agreed the Torchwood official. "Excuse me," he said as his phone bleeped. He stepped out into the doorway as Rose busied over Jenny, trying to find her something to wear.

"Yes? Yes sir. I did…Mhm, all three of them…" He turned and looked at the group as Rose gathered her things, picking up John and Mickey grabbing the groceries as Jenny pulled a jacket on and stepped into the restroom. "And yes sir, the boy is here."

Mickey stepped to the door, holding the two grocery sacks. "A pack mule is what I am." He laughed, holding out a hand as he awkwardly balanced the bags. "Haven't seen you around Torchwood, you must be new. I'm Mickey Smith."

The man smiled and nodded as everyone gathered at the doorway. "I go by the name of Caan, it is nice to meet you Mickey Smith."

A/N: Graduation was wonderful and bittersweet. I'm free XD. Anyway, this chapter is dedicated to the Class of 2008, even though some slightly bad things happened in it. I just needed to give some recognition to my class

And sorry for the many cliffhangers, it's just a way to keep things moving faster. This chapter was a little more scattered than I wanted it to be, but I'm trying to keep the plot good and unpredictable. I don't want too much unraveling at the beginning. Thank you for the reviews, they are extremely appreciated and keep me motivated. I always love praise and critiques, as they help me think over things and become a better writer. Again, thank you and please continue to read and review.

Oh yeah, forgot about this…

DISCLAIMER: None of this is mine, cept the plot. End of story. Have a nice day