The Christmas Invasion
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Me: So, so sorry!
Tory: Madd Madds was doing her GCSE's and they we were leaving Egypt because of all the protests and moving to new work and a new school!
Timmy" the only reason we can update now is because we're waiting for paper work that will let us move to New Zealand!
Legend-wait-for-it-Dary: we will be updating once a month once everything is settled we promise.
Me: for now I can just give you this and a promise to update soon! Sorry again…..
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Rose walked back into the TARDIS and the Doctor looked slightly awkward. Tory stepped up to him and kissed him on the cheek.
"Until next time." The Doctor grinned at her, turned and closed the door of the TARDIS behind him. They dematerialised and Tory smiled.
Until the pain started.
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Jordan sighed sipping on her tea slowly as she looked down at Tory's limp body, spread out on the bed. Jordan didn't know what happened. One moment Tory was saying a rather awkward goodbye to the Doctor, who Jordan was fairly certain Tory was in love with (even if she refused to admit it to herself), and the next the TARDIS and Doctor were gone and Tory was on the floor, clutching her head, screaming. To be honest at first Jordan had thought that Cassandra had done more damage to Tory then either the Doctor or the TARDIS scanners had noticed but when she tried to contact him for help there was no answer. Jordan had no idea what to do.
Jordan had checked Tory's hearts and they were both working but other than that Jordan had no idea what could possibly be wrong, she had considered calling U.N.I.T, and they had most certainly called her once the trouble with the satellite started but Jordan refused to leave Tory and U.N.I.T had no way to help her.
Jordan had watched the T.V. as they reported the news of the aliens transmitted from Guinevere One, a British satellite on the way to Mars, but didn't really take it in.
"The face of an alien," the BBC reported, "life form was transmitted live tonight on BBC1. On the 25th of December, the human race has been shown absolute proof that alien life exists. These remarkable images have been relayed right across the world."
"They'll be meeting at the Tower," Jordan mused as she walked away from the T.V. and back into Tory's room, tea in hand; it had to be her fifth cup of the might but she didn't care. She'd used her clearance to get access to the U.N.I.T servers and across the room flashing on her laptop screen was a red blip tracking the progress of the alien ship towards planet Earth.
Jordan blinked herself out of her doze as the light from the rising sun fell across her face, she placed her empty tea cup on the bedside table.
"Christmas day." Jordan whispered as she stood and walked towards the window to stare down at the street. She blinked in surprise as she spotted Mrs Walters walking out the front door of the building and around to the fire escape on the side.
"Mrs Walters?" Jordan stuck her head out of the window and shouted down at the older woman. She got no reaction other than a flash of an eerie blue light covering the woman's head. Jordan's eyes widened. She pulled her head back in the window and put her face right by Tory's ear. "I need you." She whispered.
Tory sat bolt upright.
"Where's the fire?" Jordan couldn't help rolling her eyes at that comment.
"There's this blue light over Mrs Walters head and she's ignoring me!" Tory blinked.
"You woke me up out of a healing sleep that's helping me cope with the backlash of the Doctor's bad regeneration and the TARDIS's healing after being ripped open to tell me that the land-lady is ignoring you?" Tory shrieked.
Jordan moved to the other side of the room and grabbed her laptop, still showing the progress of the alien ship.
"And there's this," Jordan argued defensively as she handed the laptop over, "alien ship heading towards the Earth with unknown intent."
"Ohhh must be a Tuesday." Tory muttered, earning another eye roll, "Then again," Tory was frowning in thought, "show me this light."
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They were on the roof. Mrs Walters was standing on the edge. NOT good. And then it got worse.
Tory convulsed, falling to the ground.
"Tory!" Jordan managed to grab her before she hit the gravel of the roof.
"The Doctor, he's regenerating!" Tory gasped out.
"So?" Jordan snapped concern evident even in her stressed tone. Tory tried to laugh but it changed into a groan of pain half way through.
"Something's gone wrong with it, its lasting longer than it should," Tory explained, "I can feel it, through the link I opened with the TARDIS."
"What link? You never said anything about a link!"
"It was accidental!" Tory defended herself, trying to ignore the pain long enough to say what she had to say, "The TARDIS and I are basically the same species, she wanted to talk to me!"
"Hang on, the TARDIS is alive?" Tory sighed, "Right, not the time." Jordan muttered.
"Exactly." Tory's arms flung out of their own violation as the pain got the better of her.
"Tory!" Jordan held her tighter, trying to stop her from hurting herself.
"I have to go back to sleep," Tory gasped, "help me." She begged.
Jordan never wanted to remember this moment; she had never seen Tory beg for anything, never.
"How? Tell me!"
"I need…."
"What, what is it?"
"I…"
"Aspirin?" Jordan suggested.
"Time Lords are allergic."
"Soup!" a pause, "aspirin? Really?"
"Nothing about us is normal." Tory answered with a shrug before her head rolled to the side, boneless.
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Jordan was sitting at Tory's bedside again a man had helped her carry Tory back to the house. Jordan had only bothered making sure he had left the house before returning to Tory's side. She was worse now; nothing Jordan tried had any effect. Jordan sat beside her best friend, ignoring all calls from U.N.I.T, hoping that they'd assume that she was on a roof somewhere or not even bother trying after a while.
Jordan turned and stared through the open doorway at the T.V. watching as Harriet Jones, PM, appealed to the people of Britain.
"Ladies and gentlemen," she spoke, "if I may take a moment during this terrible time. It's hardly the Queen's speech, I'm afraid that's been cancelled." She turned her head to the side, speaking to someone off camera, "Did we ask about the royal family?" a pause as the person replied, "Oh. They're on the roof." Jordan had to snort at that even if it wasn't really funny, she walked out of Tory's room and into the kitchen, "But, Ladies and gentlemen, this crisis is unique, and I'm afraid to say, it might get much worse. I would ask you all to remain calm. But I have one request: Doctor. If you're out there... we need you. I don't know what to do." Jordan stopped her hands on the counter, either side of her fresh brewed cup of tea, "But if you can hear me, Doctor...If anyone knows the Doctor, if anyone can find him... the situation has never been more desperate. Help us. Please, Doctor. Help us."
"Come on Doctor." Jordan begged the empty air as she walked back over to the bed, her cup of tea in hand, "Please."
Jordan held her cup up to her mouth, about to take a drink when the glass in the window blew out. Jordan screamed in surprise and dropped her tea on to Tory's pillow.
"What the hell!?" she yelled running into the living room where she had left her phone to try and get in contact with U.N.I.T. but stopped and stared when she noticed the giant hunk of rock that was floating over London.
"Oh," a voice spoke behind her, "Now it's a party." Jordan spun.
"Tory?"
"The one, the only," smirk, "the best."
"If you're the only one that's not saying much." Jordan pointed out.
"I hate you." But the grin on her face took all the insult out of what she said.
"I love you to." Jordan paused, "Are you feeling better now?"
"Yeah," Tory grimaced, "I just needed," a shudder, "tea."
Jordan stared.
"Tea?" she repeated.
Tory shuddered again.
"Tea." Tory confirmed.
"But you HATE tea." Jordan was trying very, very hard not to laugh.
"Exactly why I need something to get that horrible taste out of my mouth!"
"What kind of English person are you?" Jordan laughed, somewhere between disbelief, relief and humour.
Tory glared at her.
"The homicidal kind." She muttered; it only made Jordan laugh harder.
"Alright, alright," Jordan gasped once she got her giggles under control, "what are we going to do about the hunk of space rock?"
"The ship?"
"Yeah."
"Blow it up?"
"Too messy." Jordan argued.
"Point." Tory agreed, "We should probably try and find the Doctor, get him better,"
"Using tea." Jordan interrupted with a grin.
"Yes, using tea," Tory glared at her, "and let him deal with it in a hopefully non-violent manner."
"Good plan." Jordan commented, "But how do we find him?"
"Oh didn't I tell you?" Tory grinned, "I know exactly where he is!"
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"Why couldn't we take the car again?" Jordan panted as she and Tory paused in their running long enough to take a breath.
"Honestly," Jordan glared; Tory was breathing perfectly normally it wasn't like she had even just run all that distance! "Do you really think that the police will let anyone drive around right now? They'll be scared that they'll get the same urge to go up to the roof!"
"But why would it be delayed?"
"It wouldn't but why risk it?"
Jordan agreed with the logic in that point and would even enforce the idea if it wasn't her that had to run across what felt like the whole of London.
Tory smirked like she knew exactly what the other woman was thinking causing Jordan to scowl and start moving again. Tory laughed.
"Let's get moving then, we've alien invasion to stop after all."
"Indeed." Tory smirked, "It is a Tuesday after all."
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The made it onto the Powell estate in time to spot the TARDIS vanish in a flash of blue light and a woman who looked enough like Rose to pass as her mother drop the mass of bags she was holding on the ground and yell.
"Rose!"
Jordan ran forward while Tory just stared at the ship overhead for a moment before running to the place where the TARDIS had once being standing and dragging her fingers along the ground before licking them.
"Do you know Rose?" Jordan demanded of the older blonde before turning to Tory, "and eww."
Tory straightened.
"Transport residue, they're safe, probably up there." Tory pointed at the belly of the ship above.
"My Rose is safe?"
"You're her mum?" Tory asked walking over, the blonde nodded, "Oh well done," Tory complimented her, "You've raised a wonderful daughter."
"What's your name?" Jordan asked.
"Jackie."
"Oh!" Tory shared a grin with Jordan, "You're the one that slapped the Doctor aren't you?"
"Yeah."
"I bloody love you." Jordan grinned at her. Jackie laughed.
"How d'you know 'im then?" Jackie asked.
"I'm Tory and this is Jordan."
"Ah Rose has mentioned you."
"Really?" Tory grinned, "I love it when people talk about be." Jordan rolled her eyes.
"Was Rose on the TARDIS?" Jordan brought the conversation back to seriousness.
"Yeah," Jackie looked tearful, "with Mickey and the Doctor; he's not doin' to well."
"I know." Tory grimaced, "Trust me."
"He just needs some tea." Jordan reassured Jackie.
"I said so!" Jackie cried happily, "But how are you goin' to get to 'im?"
"Like this." Tory answered with a grin, grabbing hold of Jordan's arm and using her Meridian Particles to transport the pair of them up into the ship.
They appeared behind the TARDIS, hidden in the shadows, and peered around her, one on each side.
Rose was standing in front of Harriet Jones and her assistant while the aliens, Sycorax, Tory knew stood around them, guarding them.
Rose had being talking but trailed off as the Sycorax leader stalked towards her. There was a few seconds of silence during which both of the hidden females got ready to jump to Roses defence before the every Sycorax in the room, including those in the amphitheatre like stands burst into laughter.
"That's one way to make an impression." Tory muttered, earning a kick in the back of her leg from Jordan.
The laughter died down and the Sycorax leader spoke, Tory understood exactly what he was saying and was trying to figure out a way to tell Jordan when Harriet's assistant read a translation from the device in his hands.
"You are very, very funny." He read, glancing up at Rose in worry, a matching expression on Harriet's and Mickeys faces, "And now you're going to die." He finished reading.
"Leave her alone!" Harriet yelled, lurching forwards.
"Don't touch her!"
"Leave her alone." Both Mickey and Harriet were restrained by the Sycorax and dragged back, leaving Rose to face her fate on her own.
"Did you think you were clever with your stolen words?" The assistant translated.
Tory and Jordan shared a look; the second one of them moved towards Rose, they WOULD die. Tory pulled out her sonic blaster from one of her bigger on the inside pockets and tossed it to Jordan, who caught it in a practiced movement and got ready to charge.
"We are the Sycorax. We astride the darkness." The leader hissed at Rose who whimpered. Tory growled; a proper animalistic growl that drew a surprised look from Jordan. "Next to us you are but a wailing child. If you are the best your planet can offer as a champion..."
"Then your world will be gutted..." the Leader switched to English for everyone to hear. Tory grinned and gave Jordan a confident smirk. The TARDIS cheered in the back of Tory's mind.
"... then your world will be gutted..." the assistant continued to translate not realising that the leader was now speaking English.
"... and your people enslaved." The Leader finished.
"... and your people enslaved". The assistant read before looking up, "Hold on, that's English."
"He's talking English." Harriet spoke slowly like she doubted what she was hearing.
"You're talking English." Rose informed the Leader, shocked.
"I would never dirty my tongue with your primitive bile!" the Leader protested venomously.
"That's English." Rose pointed at the Leader before turning to the other three humans that she knew about, "Can you hear English?" all the humans nodded, including Jordan making Tory smother a laugh.
"Yeah, that's English." Mickey agreed.
"Definitely English." The assistant chimed in.
"I speak only Sycoraxic!" the Leader spat.
"If I can hear English... then it's being translated. Which means it's working. Which means..." Rose turned slowly to face the TARDIS doors forcing Tory and Jordan to duck out of sight. The pair heard the doors swing open and Tory grabbed Jordan before transporting them into another shadow so they could see what was happening.
"Did you miss me?" The newly regenerated Doctor asked, with his gravity deifying hair and skinny build. Rose smiled in delight. The Sycorax Leader roared in furry and lashed a whip towards the Doctor, it didn't make it even half the distance before it was engulfed in a cloud of silver Meridian Particles.
Jordan turned and stared at Tory; her eyes, instead of being a colour that could only be classed as TARDIS blue, were completely pure molten silver in colour. The whip disintegrated. The Sycorax Leader took a few steps back in fright before collecting himself.
Both the Doctor and Rose, recognising the light for what it was searched the room for a hit of either Jordan or Tory but found none.
"You could have someone's eye out with that!" the Doctor scolded, like he had been the one to destroy the whip.
Fear forgotten with the Doctor's words the Sycorax Leader roared again and moved as if to attack the Doctor with his staff. Tory's hand flew up into the air, a cloud of Meridian Particles formed in front of the Doctor, took the exact shape of her fist and blocked the staff easily before yanking it out of the Sycorax Leaders grasp and squeezing hard enough to snap the staff down the centre.
"You just can't get the staff." The Doctor took the credit again, "Now, you, just wait. I'm busy." As the Leader stared at the Doctor incredulously the Doctor walked away to where Rose, Mickey, Harriet and her assistant where standing, "Mickey! Hello!" he greeted him happily before turning to Harriet, "And Harriet Jones MP for Flydale North! Blimey, it's like 'This Is Your Life'!" he turned to Rose, a massive smile on his face, "Tea! That's all I needed! A good cup of tea! Superheated infusion of free radicals and tannin. Just the thing for healing the synapses..." he lowered his voice and spoke seriously, "Now... first thing's first... be honest. How do I look?"
A moment of stunned silence and Jordan holding in her laughter.
"Um..." Rose seemed to be searching for the right answer, "different."
"Good different or bad different?" the Doctor asked. Jordan glanced over at Tory hoping to make some sort of comment about the Doctor wanting to look good for her but Tory was on high alert, her eyes seemed like they were burning, Jordan had only ever seen Tory like this once before; when Jordan was nearly killed by an alien whist on mission, it had taken three days for the silver to fade once Tory was told that Jordan would be fine and a week for Tory to let Jordan go out on her own. They never found any piece of that alien bigger than Jordan's little finger nail. It was a chilling experience for everyone involved.
"Just... different." Rose answered.
"Am I... ginger?" the Doctor asked in a deadly serious tone. Rose raised her eyes to his hair.
"No, you're just sort of brown." She answered with a shrug. The Doctor turned away from her, pouting.
"Aww, I wanted to be ginger. I've never been ginger." Suddenly he turned back to her, pointing at Rose violently, "And you, Rose Tyler, fat lot of good you were, you gave up on me, oh, that's rude. That's the sort of man I am now, am I? Rude." He paused in thought, "Rude and not ginger."
"I'm sorry," Harriet interrupted, "who is this?"
"I'm the Doctor."
"He's the Doctor." Rose reassured her.
"But what happened to my Doctor?" Harriet asked, "Or is it a title that's just passed on?"
"I'm him." The Doctor spoke as he walked towards her, "I'm literally him. Same man, new face, well, new everything."
"But you can't be." She protested with a frown.
"Harriet Jones. We were trapped in Downing Street, and the one thing that scared you wasn't the aliens... wasn't the war... it was the thought of your mother being on her own." The Doctor gave her a soft smile.
"Oh, my God."
"Did you win the election?" he asked, bending out to her height.
"Landslide majority." Harriet answered with a smile, sounding rather pleased.
"If I might interrupt!" the Sycorax Leader yelled, finally losing his patience. They all spun around to face him, seeming to have forgotten where they were.
"Yes!" the Doctor spoke, "Sorry! Hello, big fella!"
"Who exactly are you?" the Leader demanded. The Doctor answered with a fixed grin on his face.
"Well. That's the question."
"I demand to know who you are!" the Leader roared.
"I DON'T KNOW!" the Doctor roared back, stunning all into silence, he relaxed back into his normal tones, "See, there's the thing. I'm the Doctor, but beyond that, I... I just don't know. I literally do not know who I am. It's all untested." He started moving around, addressing the room as a whole, "Am I funny? Am I sarcastic?" he stared unerringly at Tory, "Sexy?" he winked cheekily and Jordan could spot the blush on Tory's cheeks even with her still silver eyes, "Right old misery?" the Doctor continued, "Life and soul? Right-handed? Left-handed? A gambler? A fighter? A coward? A traitor? A liar? A nervous wreck? I mean, judging by the evidence, I've certainly got a gob." His path had taken him to a point where he spotted a huge red button on a raised platform, "And how am I gonna react when I see this?" he pointed up at the button with an insane smile, "A great big threatening button." He darted up the stairs to the button, laughing, the humans and Sycorax Leader running after him but pausing at the bottom of the steps, "A Great Big Threatening Button Which Must Not Be Pressed Under Any Circumstances. Am I right? Let me guess, it's some sort of control matrix? Hmm? Hold on, what's feeding it?" he bent down and opened a hatch under the button reveling what it was running on, "And what've we got here? Blood?" he dipped a finger in the liquid and then licked it, "Yeah, definitely. Blood. Human blood. A Positive. With just a dash of iron." He stuck his tongue out and moved it around trying to get rid of the taste and wiped his finger on his dressing gown, "Ahh. But that means... blood control..." he looked and sounded delighted, "Blood control! Oh! I haven't seen blood control for years! You're controlling all the A Positives!" The Sycorax Leader looked nervous, "Which leaves us with a great big stinking problem. 'Cos... I really don't know who I am. I don't know when to stop. So if I see a Great Big Threatening Button Which Should Never Ever Be Pressed... then I just wanna do this." He slammed his hand down on the button.
"No!" Rose and Harriet screamed up at him.
"You killed them!" the assistant spoke in a horrified tone.
"What do you think, big fella?" the Doctor asked the Sycorax Leader, ignoring the distraught humans, "Are they dead?"
"We allow them to live."
"Allow?" the Doctor snorted, "You've no choice! I mean, that's all blood control is. Cheap bit of voodoo. Scares the pants off you, but that's as far as it goes. It's like hypnosis... you can hypnotise someone to walk like a chicken or sing like Elvis, you can't hypnotise them to death. Survival instinct's too strong." He explained.
"Blood control was just one form of conquest." The Sycorax Leader pointed out, "I can summon the armada and take this world by force."
"Well, yeah, you could, yeah, you could do that, of course you could." The Doctor agreed, "But why? Look at these people." He gestured at the humans, "These human beings. Consider their potential. From the day they arrive on the planet and blinking step into the sun. There is more to see than can ever be seen. More to do than... no, hold on..." he paused, thinking, "Sorry, that's "The Lion King". But the point still stands. Leave them alone!"
"Or what?"
"Or..." he ran back down the platform into the empty space in front of the TARDIS, grabbing the sword of one of the Sycorax guards as he passed them, "I challenge you." The aliens all laughed, "Oh, that struck a chord. Am I right that the sanctified rules of combat still apply?" the Doctor asked, twirling his sword.
The Sycorax Leader followed him down slowly, drawing his sword.
"You stand as this world's champion."
The Doctor shrugged off his dressing gown.
"Thank-you. I've no idea who I am, but you just summed me up." He tossed the gown at Rose, who managed to catch it, "So... you accept my challenge? Or are you just a cranak pel casacree salvak?" the TARDIS refused to translate that last part but Tory chuckled. The Sycorax Leader hissed, before kneeling in unison with the Doctor.
"For the planet?" he asked.
"For the planet." The Doctor agreed. The stood up and face each other, swords at the ready.
Suddenly the two males ran at each other as the Doctor was surrounded by a cloud of Meridian Particles, speeding his movements and giving him a small amount of protection from the Sycorax blades. After a few moments the Doctor was tossed to the side and the Leader laughed as he climbed back up to his feet. The Doctor straightened and charged again.
"Look out!" Rose screamed suddenly as the Doctor barely managed to dodge under a blow aimed for his head.
"Oh, yeah, that helped." The Doctor called back to her sarcastically, "Wouldn't have thought of that otherwise, thanks." The males started to fight again, Rose visibly terrified.
The Doctor led the fight up a set of stairs.
"Bit of fresh air?" he suggested, hitting a button and darting out of the door it opened and onto a platform on the outside of the spaceship. The fight continued, the humans running to follow, including Jordan while Tory started to float from the power she was using and just directed herself to move outside.
The Sycorax Leader managed to hit the Doctor in the nose with a blow causing the Doctor to stumble back and Rose to try and move to him.
"Stay back!" he shouted raising a hand, "Invalidate the challenge and he wins the planet." He cast a concerned look at Tory who was steadily starting to glow brighter and who had also developed a nose bleed and bruise where the Sycorax had struck him while the Doctor felt fine. The Doctor wiped his nose and charged again, determined to end the fight as soon as possible. They managed to interlock the swords but the Leader gained the upper hand as he forced the Doctor away, he fell over and ended up on his back, defenceless.
The Leader roared and cut off the Doctors hand, it fell over the side of the ship taking the sword with it. Tory screamed with the blow. The Doctor looked up at her frantically. Jordan tried to comfort her but Tory was shaking so hard that she couldn't touch her.
"You cut my hand off." The Doctor drew the attention back to himself before the Sycorax could get suspicious.
"Yah!" the Leader celebrated, "Sycorax!" the Doctor climbed to his feet slowly.
"And now I know what sort of man I am." He spoke, "I'm lucky. 'Cos quite by chance... I'm still within the first fifteen hours of my regeneration cycle. Which means I've got just enough residual cellular energy... to do this." He held up his stump of an arm and the hand grew back it a flash of golden regeneration energy. The gold light mixed with the silver of Tory's protection, and travelled back to her, healing the damage she had taken on the Doctor's behalf.
"Witchcraft." The Sycorax hissed.
"Time Lord." The Doctor responded.
Rose grabbed one of the swords of another Sycorax.
"Doctor!" he turned to her and she tossed it to him, he caught it by the handle and twirled it.
"Oh, so I'm still the Doctor, then?" he asked.
"No arguments from me!" Rose answered with a smile.
Always. Tory answered inside his head. The Doctor grinned at both of them before turning back to the Sycorax Leader.
"Wanna know the best bit? This new hand," he spoke in a Texan accent, "It's a fightin' hand!" He ran at the Sycorax Leader and restarted the fight. The Meridian Particles around him flickered and died as Tory floated gently back down to the ground before slumping over into the supportive arms of Jordan and Rose, exhausted.
The Doctor picked up the pace, wanting nothing more than to get back to Tory. He spun and managed to hit the Sycorax in the stomach with the pommel of the sword, driving the air out of him, he did this twice more making the Sycorax fall to the ground. The Doctor stood over him, sword at his throat.
"I win." The Doctor announced.
"Then kill me."
"I'll spare your life if you'll take this champion's command : leave this planet, and never return. What do you say?"
"Yes."
"Swear on the blood of your species." The Doctor demanded, jabbing the sword closer.
"I swear."
"There we are, then!" the Doctor grinned, returning to his lighter, carefree tone, "Thanks for that! Cheers, big fella!" he jabbed the sword into the ground and stepped back.
"Bravo!" Harriet clapped. Tory stood up straight under her own power and Rose took the opportunity to run forwards.
"That says it all. Bravo!" she grinned.
"Yeah!" the Doctor agreed, "Not bad for a man in his jim-jams!" Rose draped the dressing gown back over the Doctor's shoulders and he put his arms in the right places. He stepped up to Tory and Jordan carefully, almost like he was afraid of how he'd be received. Jordan grinned at him.
"Best sword fight I've ever seen." She complimented him before stepping away to give Tory and him a chance to speak.
Tory smiled at him.
"Hello."
"Hi." He grinned and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Her smile got wider.
"At the end of these things does the dashing hero usually get a kiss from his damsel?"
The Doctor felt some emotion rise in his chest when she called herself his.
"Yeah." He coughed to try and bring his voice back to a normal register.
"Alright then." Tory lent up on her toes and kissed his cheek pausing to whisper in his ear, "Dinner and a date required if you want more." She fell back to her normal height, "Pyjama's?" she asked suddenly.
"What? Oh yeah, very Arthur Dent." He winked at her before turning to include the rest of the humans in the conversation, "Now, there was a nice man." He put his hands in his pockets, "Hold on, what have I got in here?" he pulled a Satsuma out of his pocket making Rose giggle and Jordan roll her eyes, "A Satsuma. Ah, that friend of your mothers, he does like his snacks doesn't he? But doesn't that just sum up Christmas?" the Doctor draped his free arm around Tory's shoulders and the group walked back towards the doors, the Doctor throwing the Satsuma in the air and catching it, "You go through all those presents and right at the end, tucked away at the bottom, there's always one stupid old Satsuma. Who wants a Satsuma?"
Suddenly a roar came from behind them, the Doctor didn't even turn, he just threw the Satsuma at a button on the side of the ship, the Sycorax Leader screamed. The Doctor's smile faded.
"No second chances." The deadly seriousness was back, "I'm that sort of a man."
They went back inside the ship and stood in front of the TARDIS, the Doctor stepped forward, leaving Tory beside Jordan.
"By the ancient rites of combat, I forbid you to scavenge here for the rest of time. And when go you back to the stars and tell others of this planet... when you tell them of its riches, its people, its potential. When you talk of the Earth, then make sure that you tell them this: It is defended."
The Sycorax activated the teleport and they vanished.
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They appeared on a street.
"Where are we?" Rose asked.
"We're just off Bloxom Road. We're just round the corner, we did it!" Mickey cheered, laughing and jumping up and down in glee. The Doctor held up his hand stopping the other male.
"Wait a minute... wait a minute..." the ship took flight, disappearing into the sky. The Doctor grinned.
"Go on, my son!" Mickey shouted, "Oh, yeah!" Rose jumped onto his back.
"Yeah! Don't come back!"
"It is defended!" Mickey quoted. They laughed happily. Rose jumped off his back, hugged him then moved around the group hugging everyone. Jordan and Tory moved away from the happy group and grinned at each other.
"Let's get out of here." Tory suggested.
"Yeah." Jordan agreed, "You gonna say goodbye?"
"Nah," Tory shrugged, "We'll see 'em again."
"Alright." Jordan glanced at Tory.
"Milady?" Tory offered her arm.
"Why of course good sir." Jordan laughed, loping her armed through Tory's offered one. The walked away.
It was minutes later that the sky exploded with a green laser, hitting the retreating Sycorax and destroying their ship.
"Harriet did the right thing." Jordan spoke up.
"She did." Tory agreed, "The Doctor won't like it though."
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They'd only just arrived home when the TARDIS materialised inside of their living room. Jordan and Tory shared an eye roll before standing and waiting patiently for the Doctor to show his face. The door opened and the Doctor stuck his head around it.
"You didn't think that you were getting out of Christmas dinner, did you?" he grinned suddenly and stepped to the side. The two women shrugged and walked into the blue box.
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Dinner at the Tyler's was a loud affair, Tory and Jordan both promised to visit Jackie in the future before the end of the meal, if only to taste her cooking again.
Jordan and Rose sat together and quietly Jordan dispelled any of Rose's remaining fears about regeneration.
Tory sat beside the Doctor, both of them ate one handed as her right and his left hand remained joined under the table.
When they went outside and saw the 'snow' the Doctor pulled Tory aside.
"Come with me?" he asked. Tory grinned up at him.
"I'd love to, but I can't."
"Why not?!" he demanded.
"You're going to see me and Jordan really soon."
"Ah."
"Next time." She reassured him, squeezing the hand she still held, "Ask me again another time and I promise I'll say yes." The Doctors answering grin was almost blinding.
"I'll hold you to that." he warned.
"Oh, I bet you will." She winked and they walked back to the others.
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Me: the whole Tory is possessive because she loves him is only partly right you'll find out the real reason in chapter 13.
Tory: Donna Noble and the Christmas star.
Me: Tory, do us a favour, shut up.
Tory: *sulks*
Timmy: Oh before I forget! Tory will not always be bouncing around this book is all series 2 and 3 from here and all in order, mostly. It's a series 2, a 2, then the x-mas special and the rest are all series 3. Hope that answers your question.
Me: Tivia100! My favourite reviewer! You are almost completely right, if no one else is closer then you get the prize! Who are you gonna ask?
Timmy: I would love to see Pears again but you don't have to invite these idiots.
Me and Tory: Oi!
Tory: Shut up dino!
Me: what she said!