Series One, Episode One: Rose

Os Oswald was on her way back from a pub in London. The night had been fun, and she had a great time, without drinking too much, but she still ended up walking home alone. Stephanie had, of course, gone home with her long-term boyfriend, Brad, to their apartment. And Amanda had gotten picked up. Again. Os loved her friends, but some days it sucked to be second best to all of them.

Os was walking down an empty street in London, when she saw a blonde girl run out of the fire exit of a shop. Os sometimes shopped there, and almost recognized the employee. Os had a bad feeling about the building, and made the split-second decision to run through the door hat the blond girl had run out of, even though it was probably illegal, breaking and entering.

The corridors were empty, but Os still felt the urge to keep running. She found a staircase, and sprinted up a few flights before having to catch her breath. As she stood in the stairwell, panting. There came a very loud boom, and some glass shattered, along with part of the wall exploding.

But that didn't stop Os. She ran up another two flights of stairs, until she was only one from the roof. She hesitantly opened the door, to find it blocked by rubble. She squeezed her small body frame through the part of the door she could open, and climbed over the chunks of ceiling.

She had decided to wear heels, like she always did, to make up for her lack up height, so she broke the heels to make it easier to climb. She was also wearing a jumper and a skirt, but that couldn't be helped.

Os wasn't sure what she was looking for, but when she saw an arm sticking up, she ran towards it, as fast as she could without hurting herself. When she got there, she saw it was just the decapitated arm of a shop window dummy, but picked it up anyways. Once Os picked it up, the fingers on the thing started moving slowly, and she screamed bloody murder.

That's when Os heard a slight groan from behind her on the right. She immediately turned around and climbed through the rubble to what she hoped was a human body, and not another mannequin. When she got close Os saw that it was, indeed, a person, so she tried moving some of the chunks of stone and plaster. Os wasn't the strongest person, but with this adrenaline pumping through her veins, she found that she could move some of the rubble.

She discovered an unconscious person. He was tall, with not much hair, and was wearing a torn, black, leather jacket that looked a bit oversized on him. "Hello? Hello sir are you alright?" she asked the man as she identified a pulse. The pulse was a bit irregular, but it didn't matter to Os as long as he was alive.

He groaned again, and Os tried moving some of the rubble from of his legs, to make it easier for him to get up, once he woke completely. "Sir? Wake up, okay sir?" Os hoped that some conscious part of his mind heard her, and he woke up sooner. "Are you alright, sir? You need to wake up, sir."

Os only needed to repeat that a few more times, before his eyelids fluttered open. "Sir? Are you okay?"

He groaned again, and then jumped up, once his brain registered her there. He probably had a concussion, judging by the late reaction. "Who are you?" he asked as he took in his surroundings.

"I'm Os Oswald. What about you?"

"What are you doing here?" he diverted the question.

"I dunno..."

"Were you here for the explosion?"

"Yeah, but I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"You're not okay. You need to get to a hospital."

"Nah, I'm fine," the man began climbing over the caved in ceiling quickly.

"No, you're not," Os grabbed the man's arm tightly, causing him to stop. "I just freed you from a building that exploded! Explain why you're here and what you're doing here!"

He wrenched his arm free from her grasp and kept walking. "It doesn't matter."

"I'm calling the cops!"

"For what?"

"Blowing up this building!"

"They'll just arrest you for breaking and entering."

Os was silent for a few moments after that, trying to find a good reason for him to tell her the truth, and her foot had gotten stuck down a hole, and she was trying to get it loose. Once she caught up with the man, he was already down several floors, but Os knew how to run. Despite her short legs, Os ran every day, and had gotten a pretty good score on the marathon she ran. So Os quickly caught up with the mysterious man, to interrogate him some more.

"What are you doing here anyway?" she asked, slightly out of breath.

"I could ask you the same thing."

"How much do you know about the explosion?"

"Quite a bit."

"Care to elaborate?"

"Not really."

"What was with that shop window dummy?"

"What do you mean?" he stopped in his tracks and looked her dead in the eyes for the first time.

"It was moving."

"No, that's not possible," he began mumbling to himself, "I blocked the signal… There's no way they can still move…it's probably just traces of the power left behind… Unless, that wasn't the main transmitter!"

Os ignored his babbling for the most part, but made to follow him down the street, the opposite direction of her flat.

"What are you doing?" he asked once he noticed she was still there.

"Following you."

"Why?"

"I want answers."

"Listen, Os, it is so important that you forget about this. Forget about me, and that mannequin. Forget about that building blowing up, forget about all of this."

"Why?"

"It's the only way you can ever be safe. Go to your flat and stay there. Don't go to work tomorrow, say you're sick. Don't tell anyone, about this, they won't believe you anyway. Do me a favor, and just forget about all of this that happened."

"How am I supposed to forget about this?" She raised her voice as walked away. "I don't even know your name!"

"It's better that way," with that he ran away, and Os resigned to going home.

On her way back to her flat, Os threw away her new, broken shoes, walking a couple of blocks in only her tights. She showered before bed, and tried to forget about that man. But he didn't slip her mind as she fell asleep.

Os woke up, with her head pounding like she had a hangover. That was strange, seeing as she didn't think she drank that much last night. She called in sick for work, fighting the nausea that always came with her migraines, and made herself a strong mug of tea. Once her head had cleared, and she had fully woken up, Os began remembering the more traumatic events that had conspired that night. She remembered running into a shop, a shop that had exploded. She remembered saving a man, a man who never told her his name. And she remembered walking home alone. She almost remembered these things, but the more she thought about them, and the harder she tried to remember, the more difficult it got for her to see anything clearly. Soon enough, the blur of distant memories seemed like a dream, and Os assumed it was. Just some crazy dream she had gotten from drinking too much.

Os Oswald never forgot that crazy dream, even in her old age, but that's all it was–a dream.

So, I'm going to do mostly new series episodes, but I'll throw in a few classic series ones. Like next chapter (if I ever finish the research).

Please review! I would love to get feedback, even if it is just spelling or grammar errors that I will fix.