Yes, Owen's chapter. This one will involve the ninth Doctor. It takes place around S1 of Torchwood and S1 of the new Doctor Who. Do you like how I made each of them encounter the Doctor with a different partner, or in this case, face? Situations reference ahead.

Disclaimer: I will say it again; I do not own Torchwood or Doctor Who.

Owen groaned loudly, rubbing his head. Memories flooded through his head, reminding him of what had happened. The alien tech they'd found… Everyone had already touched it, but it had to activate on him; the doctor.

There was an uncomfortable crick in Owen's neck. He was lying down, but his head was propped up against something hard. Before he had time to see what that was, it was pulled back, making his head fall to the cold, hard ground. Next in the head abuse was a foot. A foot landed right on his face. It was possible that the support he'd had was a door. Very possible.

"What's this?" A man with rather large ears lifted his foot, looking down on Owen. "Oh, hello there. Sorry about that. You shouldn't be sleeping against doors, y'know." So it was a door. Wonderful.

"Who're you talking to?" a female cockney voice called.

"Dunno," the man replied, shrugging.

"Who are you?" Owen asked, attempting to get up. A blonde girl caught sight of him and ran to his aid.

"Are you alright?" Worry flashed across her face.

"Ah, he's fine," the man told her, grinning.

"You stepped on my face!" Owen protested. He stood upright, face to face with the man.

"You were sleeping against my door. How did you do that by the way? We weren't here a moment ago. And have we met? You look familiar."

"What? I don't know! Where am I?" Owen looked around at the strange, ship-like place around him.

"Not really sure. Haven't checked yet, but I'm sure a human shouldn't be here."

"Excuse me! I couldn't control it! Humans don't really know how to work extra terrestrial transporters, and by the way you said that, I'm guessing you're alien," Owen spat.

"You know aliens?" the blonde spoke up.

"Yes. I'm actually considered somewhat of an expert," he sniffed.

"Sure you are. That's why you're here. You meant to come here, didn't you," mocked the man.

"Who are you, anyways?" Owen growled, his temper quickly turning foul.

"I'm the Doctor," the man said, straightening his jumper.

"So am I! Be more specific! My name is Dr. Owen Harper. See? It's not too hard." Owen crossed his arms impatiently. The blonde girl giggled.

The Doctor looked hurt. "No, I'm just 'the Doctor.'"

"And you?" Owen said, turning to the girl.

"My name's Rose. Nice to meet you Dr. Owen Harper. Where are you from?"

"Cardiff," Owen replied.

"Oh," the Doctor and Rose both said in unison. "Cardiff."

"Well, that's… good…" Rose trailed off.

Owen examined the two people closely, and got his first real look at the thing behind them. It was a big blue police box. Owen's mouth fell open. "No," he gasped.

"What is it?" Rose asked, concerned.

"No way!"

"Oh, now I remember you!" the Doctor laughed. "You hit on Sarah Jane!"

"You're the one that destroyed my car!" Owen cried. "I don't know if you got plastic surgery or something, but it's you! BASTARD! You fucking ran off on me!"

"So you know each other?" Rose piped up.

"You disappeared out of thin air! I was right, you are an alien! Is that how you changed your appearance?!" Owen took a step closer to the Doctor.

"It's complicated," the man told him.

"I should kill you right here!" Owen spat.

"Whoa! Hey now, let's not get violent!" Rose tried to stop him.

"I have a proposition, Dr. Harper," the Doctor interrupted, grinning. "How about I take you home, and you forgive me for accidentally," he stressed the word, "obliterating your car and leave me unharmed? How's that sound? My ship's right there." He pointed a thumb at the TARDIS.

Owen stopped for a second, and then stormed through the door. "Oh come on!" his voice rang out from inside. "It's bigger on the inside? It's like a little Hub. God, I thought I'd seen enough, but no, now there's dimensionally unsound spaceships shaped like relics!" the young doctor ranted.

The Doctor and Rose looked at each other doubtfully. Rose shrugged, walking in. The Doctor looked longingly around him, sorry to miss a nice adventure, but he entered nonetheless.

"Brace yourself Harper," the Doctor advised.

Owen obeyed grudgingly, just as the TARDIS began to rumble. They traveled through time and space, Owen grumbling the whole way through.

I love the idea of Owen holding a grudge against the Doctor, and I seem to be fond of Owen abuse. (Sorry Owen.)

Anyhoo, it's the final chapter of both mini-crossovers, and I'm so relived to get it done! I enjoyed so much writing these, but alas, I have to continue on my main commitment. This Little Light of Mine will update tomorrow or the day after that.

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