Disclaimer: Nothing related to Doctor Who or the Harry Potter Series is mine. I swear. I wish I owned them, cuz then I might have a bit more money, but I don't.

Warnings: Book Two of Three (Main books anyway). Swearing. Sarcasm. I have only watched the new series, no knowledge of early Doctor Who. EWE, kind of...

Dedication: To the Writers and Producers of Doctor Who, thank you for giving me something else to obsess over, now that Harry Potter is long gone. And to the lovely people who encourage me to continue writing in their reviews. To the lovely people who encouraged me to post the next chunk. To my lovely reviewers, thank you for everything you've said.

Book 2: Stories of A Shop Girl

Summary: A Death too soon. A woman who steps up to save the world.

Rating: Dark T

Genre: Adventure/Drama

A/N: Hello everyone. I haven't forgotten about you all. It's just life's become wibblywobbly. And too much has happened in too little time.

A/N 2: Mwahaha! This is my own, original two parter, (well at least the beginning of it). Please tell me what you think, and the first person who guesses who the new villain gets a cyber cookie.

A/N 3: What do you guys think about how I fixed the point of view change?

Part 3: Count Them

Chapter 20: Crouch or Kneel

Ria

By the time Jack and I were finished arguing, the crew had already turned on the telly and was watching the interview I'd given earlier that morning.

I shoot the group a glare, wondering why they would even decide to watch the news when they knew what was going on.

"Torchwood will update the rest of the world on the happenings and reasonings behind the crash landing here on Mr. Miller's farm. However, we need to have findings to report, so until then, please keep your agents away from the area." My voice drawled on.

"There you have it folks. The heiress of Vitex Company, and newly adopted daughter of Peter Tyler speaking about the crash that happened earlier this morning. We have been informed that the President will be speaking to the country later on this evening about the crash and the findings done by Rose Tyler and her team. And now Sunny Day with the weather."

I tuned out the rest of the broadcast, focusing on the results that had been handed to me earlier. I open the file and scan for anything out of the ordinary. And then I actually read the report, given as all of the information is out of the ordinary.

"So, anything we need to know, Boss?" Jack asked, dropping to a seat beside me. I blink at him, before gathering my thoughts.

Swallowing, I answered his question, "Our pilot of the spaceship that's not really a spaceship is part human. The other part has three strands of DNA, versus our two. And then there is something that looks a hell of a lot like some form of coral never before found." I glance at him and he frowns, "It's insane. Approximately one sixth of the pilot is human. Two thirds has three strands of DNA, and then the other sixth is coral. I mean, I don't understand."

"Pass." Jack commanded. I pass him the sheet of the DNA interpretations, before going to look over the trajectory of the ship.

Glancing over it, I start thinking aloud, "And on top of that, judging by the depth of the crater, and the distance that the shrapnel flew, he was only travelling for maybe a few thousand metres. Definitely not high enough to be non-terrestrial in origin."

"I'll check the plane records, see if someone was flying overhead that night. Possibly military testing?" Jack offered, frowning as he swiped the other set of results from me as he went to sit in front of a computer.

I frown, "Well, no one's come forward. And it's been on the news. I'd say it's safe to say that it's non-terrestrial, but at the same time, it came from our atmosphere."

"Could be something like the Slitheen again." One of the other techs commented.

I shake my head. "I was there for the Slitheen thing. That crash actually had a trajectory. This just, appeared out of nowhere, and dropped from the sky."

"What if the aliens are already here?" Another tech asked, visibly shaking.

I give that tech a look, and suppress the urge to fire him for incompetence. "Of course there are already aliens here on Earth. But they haven't tried harming us. So why now? And besides, what's the point of this crash." I think, "And we didn't notice them on radar. Has someone asked UNIT about their radar systems?"

"It was a negative ma'am. They didn't find anything."

"Boss, there definitely wasn't any planes overhead. No way that thing could have been dropped."

I swallow. "Alright, so when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. It wasn't dropped. It wasn't lifted up. Alright, then how the hell did it get up there?"

One of the tech's sent over from UNIT came over with the answer. Dr. Malcolm Taylor. "Well, I'd say that it moved through dimensions."

Jack and I both stared at the man. "How do you mean, moved through dimensions?"

"You two have both experienced interdimensional travel. You stay in the same position. Perhaps, in the pilot's universe, there is a multistory building. As there was nothing to support him after coming through to this universe, he fell." Malcolm commented.

I blink, processing that piece of information. "Would you like a job at Torchwood?" I ask, as a joke, but if he replied positively, absolutely serious.

"Are you working on interdimensional travel?" He frowned.

I nod. "Multidimensional physics and temporal physics aren't really my versions of a picnic."

"I shall look into it." He commented.

I give him a small smile. "Alright, that means that he's from another dimension. It's impossible for it to be ours, given the very solid brick wall between the two. That means he's from some other dimension."

"But what about the coincidence of him landing on ex-UNIT grounds? I mean, coincidences happen very rarely in my book." Jack commented, swinging around the chair to join the little powwow between Malcolm and I.

I frown, "Perhaps he's not the first to come through to this dimension."

"But why alert us now then?" Jack frowned.

"I honestly don't know Jack, why do you think I would have all the answers?" I glare at him.

The next morning I woke from a nightmare feeling strange. I went into work as normal, not being able to shake the feeling I was forgetting something.

Jack came around laughing. I shoot him a glare, knowing why the nightmare happened. "I swear, I had nightmares again, thanks to your insensitive questions yesterday."

"Sorry." Jack said, laughing. He looked at me a few seconds longer, before frowning. "What was it about? Something horrible, if I'm getting this reaction for inadvertently causing it."

I look away from him. "He came." There was no need to explain who 'he' was. "Wearing sunglasses, and said that he needed the Stone, because it would get me back to our universe."

"So, did you give it to him, or is it in some secret place?" Jack asked. I frown, hand going up to my throat where the necklace and the stone should be. It wasn't around my neck.

I frown, thinking for a moment. "I must have put it in the family safe or something last night. I was a little out of it."

"Right." Jack said, watching me warily. We went to work, trying to figure out what to do about our missing pilot.

A few hours of starring at boring data later, I frowned. I swivel my chair to face Jack. "It feels like I am forgetting something."

"You forgot to put on your pendent." He comments. I frown, hand going to my neck.

"I must've put it in the family safe or something last night. I was a little out of it." I comment. Jack turns to me, eyes wide.

"You've already said that."

I blink at him, "No, I haven't."

"We talked about your dream, where you gave the Doctor your Stone, remember?" Jack asked, frowning.

I gape at him. "How did you know-"

He cut me off, "Not important. I need to know. Was there anything different about him? A feeling left behind from the dream? Anything unusual?"

I think about my dream, straining to focus on the brief bits I do remember. "He wore his pinstripes. The suit he was in. And, sunglasses." I comment, frowning, "There was this strange feeling, like I'd felt something like it before. But I know I haven't."

"And you gave the Doctor, wearing sunglasses, your necklace?"

I give him a look, "It was just a dream."

"Our pilot was wearing sunglasses. You also suggested that he could be a shapeshifter. And, suddenly your necklace, which, and I quote, 'can be used for world domination', is missing. Colour me suspicious."

I roll my eyes. "I'm going to call my mum, and when she finds the necklace in the safe, you are going to be so embarrassed."

"No, I'll call Jackie."

I give him a glare, "Why should you, she's technically my mother!"

"You forget what we're talking about the second we change the subject!"

I blink, frowning. "What? What do you mean, I forget what we're talking about?"

"What are we talking about right now?"

"Who gets to call Jackie." I reply instantly.

"And why do we want to call Jackie?"

I blink, drawing a blank.

"Therefore, I'll call her."

"The safe is negative for the necklace." Jack said, tossing me my mobile as he sits down.

I blink, "What necklace?"

He sighs, "That's getting old fast." He turns to me, "You remember your dream from this morning. Can you identify the strange feeling you had?"

I frown, wondering where he knew this from. But shake my head, not knowing the answer to his question.

"Are there any sort of magics that can make you forget talking about something?" I frown at his sudden question from out of the blue.

I think for a moment, "Well, the obvious one is Obliviate."

"And that gets rid of memories."

"Yes. Cast it once, and you can remove as many memories as you want."

"And it can be done, even if they aren't in the room with you?"

I frown, "No. You have to be right there. What's with the magic questions?"

"You keep forgetting the topic of our conversation when we talk about something specific, and then change topics." I blink.

Sighing, I comment, "I am having a little deja vu. What's the subject?"

"Not telling, you won't remember this conversation in a few minutes if I do."

I nod, thinking about his other question, before gasping.

"What?" He asked, concerned.

I almost blush. "Well, I had this dream, more like a nightmare last night-"

"Where the Doctor came in pinstripes and sunglasses, asking for your necklace."

I blink at him. "I guess this is the conversation, huh?"

"Yeah. What did you figure out?"

"Well, that feeling that I couldn't identify..."

"You identified it."

I nod. "Euphoria."

"Any spells that could erase you memories, and induce euphoria?" Jack asked.

I frowned at his random topic. "Well," I pause, clarifying, "Euphoria? Have you experienced it?"

"Just answer the question, and then I'll tell you."

"Well, there's the imperious curse. One of the three Unforgivables."

"What makes this one so unforgivable?"

I swallow, not liking the subject much, "It takes away free will, leaving behind a euphoric state, where the caster can make the person, the castee, as it were, do anything they please."

I could see Jack swallow. "The nightmare you had last night, and the feeling you had after it, could it be like that spell?"

I blink, frowning at him, "How did you-"

"Trust me, just answer the question."

I blink, thinking back. "No. The feeling was all wrong."

"You've called it euphoria before."

"There are different types of euphoria. They aren't the same."

"There are different universes too."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

Jack paused for a moment. "Could the feelings of different spells change between universes, like the change of major transportation between our universes?"

I blink at his strange question. "I suppose anything is possible."

"Do you have someone you can trust to perform the Imperious curse on you?"

Pete Tyler

During the time Jack and Ria left the building to visit one of her friends, there had been an alien capture. Someone who looked human, but obviously wasn't. Pete Tyler, even though he'd become the director of Torchwood, still decided to go down to the cells and see this man.

It wasn't a decision he normally made. It was only after reading the report and description of their newest prisoner that he decided to go down.

Statements like, "wearing a pinstriped suit" and "talking a mile a minute, with previous knowledge of Torchwood" bounced around his head. He swallowed, following the implications that this would have on his family. Ria was just starting to get better, depending on herself. He was worried what this would do to her. He arrived at the cell, and glanced through the windows. Inside was a man that he was certain he would never have seen again. The Doctor.

He was fidgeting with his hands, and swiping furiously at his lower lip, but Pete was certain the man in the room was The Doctor. He was, for some reason, wearing a pair of dark sunglasses. Pete opened the door, drawing the Doctor's attention his way.

"Pete, it's brilliant to see you again. How have you been?" The Doctor said with a grin.

Pete laughed at the man (alien?) before him. "I have to say, I'm glad to see you again."

Pete turns to look down at the file he's carrying, oblivious to the smaller, darker smile that crosses the other man's lips.

"Something I can do to help?" The alien asked, watching the man across from him closely.

Pete looked up from the report with a smile. "Well, according to my reports, we didn't see your TARDIS anywhere."

"Couldn't take it."

Pete frowned, not liking the sound of that. "Rose said that you take it with you everywhere."

"Couldn't take it."

"How do you plan on getting back?"

A secretive smile crossed the Doctor's face. "It's a long story. Any chance I could see Ria?"

Pete blinked and frowned. "How'd you know that name?"

The Doctor flinched, swearing in English, "Well, now, I'm sorry for this."

The second the Doctor's knuckles impacted Pete's left cheek, there were three Torchwood agents coming in, and tranquilizing the alien in the room.

Ria

Meanwhile, we'd managed to get into Grimmauld Place, and Jack and I were currently sitting across the table from Harry, having tea.

Jack, obviously impatient, got straight down to the point, "We need you to cast the Imperious curse on Ria."

It got an obvious reaction from Harry, who spat out his tea in my face. I waved my wand, and the tea disappeared, but I still felt disgusting. "Why?" He demanded, looking between the both of us.

Jack quickly explained what he believed was going on, and Harry sat back, frowning.

"Alright." He swallowed, gripping his wand firmly. He cast the spell at me, and I watched it until it hit me.

I blinked at the new sensation washing over me. Joy and happiness. There was something wrong, but I couldn't care about that now.

And then Harry's voice came out of no where, and I blinked, "Do the chicken dance..."

I shook it off, frowning at Harry's suggestion. "I suppose you think that's funny?"

He gives me a small smile. I turn to Jack, thinking over the sensations.

"You were right. There is a difference between the curses. Something in this dimension must be different." I comment frowning.

Jack grins. "Okay. Good, so we've determined that someone used the imperlous curse- ("Imperious", I correct,) asking for the Stone. Now, why?"

I blink, frowning, "When would they have done that?"

Jack sighed. "During your strange dream last night."

"How did you-"

"You keep asking me that question, and you keep forgetting my answer."

"Oh." I really didn't like the feeling of this forgetting thing.

A buzzing noise, bursts us all out of our thought bubbles, and I answer my cell phone. "Tyler."

"Ria, we need you to come back to headquarters. We seem to have found your pilot." Pete's voice came crackling through the phone.

"We'll be there in about five minutes." I comment, before hanging up. Jack glances at me, and I explain what happened. I grab his arm, intent on apparating us to the office, and hear him mutter:

"How long are you going to continue to forget about this?"

I walk into the small interrogation room, briefly glancing at the man before me. I sit down, and glance at the shackles holding him in place.

"Hello." He said, grinning. He absently swipped his tongue across his lower lip. His hair was parted strangely, more closer to current wizard fashions than anything the Doctor would ever wear. But for anyone who didn't know the Doctor as well as I did, he looked right.

"Hello." I replied back, glancing towards his sunglasses. "Why are you wearing sunglasses? Is this part of your species issue, or do you have too sensitive eyes to the current sunlight?" I comment, watching his reaction.

He seems to grin, "What, no 'Doctor, thank you for finding me! Can we go back inside your box and screw like-'"

I slam my hands against the table, cutting him off. "Where have you put it?"

"What? The silly little trinket you always had around your neck?" He commented, "Oh, after you willingly gave it to me. Musta lost it."

"You cursed me. How you've managed to get the Doctor's hair for the polyjuice, I'll never know, but certainly, I'll applaud your efforts." I sigh, "But whatever you are planning won't work. Please deist in trying."

"I could say the same for you."

I blink frowning. "What do you mean?"

He smiles, and sings in a childish voice:

"Tick Tock goes the Clock,

And all the years you'll try,

Tick Tock, no matter what,

Your love will surely die."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I comment frowning.

"Tick Tock goes the Clock,

And now what shall we play?

Tick Tock and all too soon,

Bad Wolf shall go away."

"Answer my questions!" But he didn't. He just continued to sing more words to that annoying tune.

"Tick Tock goes the Clock,

You'll cradle and you'll rock her,

Tick Tock goes the Clock,

Til River kills the Doctor."

"Who is this River?" I yell. He gives me a slow grin, tilting his head.

"Ria, brave and good,

She's turned away from violence,

Til she understood

Why she should be silenced."

I slap him across the face, knocking his glasses off. He turns slowly to look at me. Only the brown eyes I'd come to expect from that face weren't there.

In their place were bright blue eyes, remnant of the TARDIS. I gasp. I turn out of the room, ignoring his loud, mad laughter.

His eyes were mad.

The Man Planning World Domination

The TARDIS-blue eye'd man chuckled to himself. He knew that would shake her up nice and good. And it was worth it, mentioning all those future events too. He glanced up towards the small camera that was watching his every move in the small room. Not that he could move much, given the shackles. But they wouldn't be a problem for much longer.

He gave the camera his most mischievous grin, practically spelling out that he was up to no good, and then hid the shackles from sight. He slipped out the small wooden instrument as he did so.

Within thirty seconds (He'd predicted a little bit shorter, but was overall saddened by the guard), a man in a heavily padded suit came in, eyeing him warily. He walked slowly towards the blue-eyed man. When he was within range, the blue-eyed man lifted his shackles and spoke one word:

"Imperio."

Ria

Jack was sitting with me, talking over my reactions in the interrogation room, and reviewing what we'd discovered at Harry's.

"So, there's no mistake. The man in there definitely cast the mind control thingie on you."

I sigh, "He did. But that's not what's bugging me. It felt familiar."

"But that thing hasn't been cast on you before."

"That's just it." I comment frowning, "There are only two ways a spell can seem familiar. It either has to be a spell that has been cast on the person before, or..." I trail off, frowning.

"Or what?"

"Or it has to be someone who's already cast a different spell on that same someone."

Jack blinked, processing that information, "So what you're saying, is that because you didn't recognize the spell, you must know the guy who cast the spell on you."

"Which means..." I trail off sighing.

"He's from our dimension."

An alarm blared, indicating there had been a breach in the prisoner area.

"And a wizard who wouldn't be held by mere shackles." I comment, running downstairs. I get down right in time to see him standing with a few of the better agents at Torchwood, all touching one object.

"Ria, get down-" Jack cried out, at the same time the wizard winked at me.

The wizard and the other's he'd seemed to have had under his control disappeared a blink of an eye later.

"What the hell was that?" Jack yelled.

I sigh, "A portkey."

And then explosions went off. My last thought before succumbing to unconsciousness was Voice activated bombs...

I woke to the sound of sirens. "What happened?" I comment, my hand going up to my head automatically feeling for damage.

Jack glanced at me. "We barely got hit by the blow." He commented. I glance around at my surroundings seeing that we were still in the main foyer of the Torchwood building. "It went off in the upper levels. You were only out for a few minutes."

I sigh. "We need to hold a press conference about the explosion. And the space ship. Where has the day gone?" I comment, lying back down on the rubble.

"Well, I know where we should go." I lift my head up just long enough to look at him. "Outside of the damaged building." He comments, with eyebrow's raised. He lends me a hand, which I gladly take to hoist myself up.

We walk out of the building slowly, avoiding the emergency personnel who came circling around the area.

"So now what, boss?" Jack asked, glancing at me.

I swallow, hard. "Could you identify anything that the mass of men that the guy..." I trail off frowning, "What did we call him?"

"Doctor." Jack supplies.

"The not-Doctor had following him were holding?"

He blinks, thinking a moment, before shaking his head. I sigh, "Neither could I."

"So what you're telling me is, we've got an unknown, possible psychopath, with unknown, most likely dangerous alien technology, with an unknown, deadly plan, involving your immortality stone." I blink at the summation.

"Well when you put it that way, it does sound really bad."

Jack frowns, running his hand through his hair, "What now, oh wise one."

"We should do a press conference, with the president. You know, to make sure the public isn't worried."

"But the public should be worried."

I give him a look, "Yes, but we can't tell them that."