I have been set a challenge... I have had a sever case of writers block. So this should ease me back into writing... I hope it does. I do enjoy getting lost in my laptop screen. 

My sister has posted up my mission and I have accepted.

I have been given 3 characters: 
10th Doctor
Martha
Rose

And 5 words: 
Egg
Wrapper
Madness
Teaspoon
Fire 

Lets see what I can come up with..... 

Wish me luck...

Title: White Tinted Walls'
Author:
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Ten, Martha and other characters.
Spoilers: Mmm, can't think of any... just series 3 maybe.
Disclaimer: I wish I could claim DW.... but alas I'm not RTD.
Summary: Sometimes secrets are best kept unknown.
Author’s notes: Sorry about the lateness of this chapter. I've just come back from a holiday today...

Life on Hevda

Located in the middle of an overcast blustery island, stood a crystal white wooden hut; it was surprisingly immaculately kept, not one scratch or flake of pain speckled its surface. Fierce gales of wind whipped around it; howling angrily at it. The wind wasoutraged at the small hut, it should be trembling in fear, but yet it did not move an inch. Even though it was blindingly obvious as it sat a top of a hill, the inhabitants of the island had grown accustomed to it. No one questioned why it was there, or why the paint never seemed to fade. Very rarely would a twinkling light be seen through the windows; dwellers were only witnessed every now and then, maybe for two or three weeks every two months, it was occupied.

Bizarre happenings were not uncommon to the residence of Hevda. Locals were always picking up and leaving unexpectedly for no apparent reason. Leaving without any apparent excuse. The weather also seemed just as unpredictable and unusual; it could change from a warm sunny day, then to a blustering full force gale, then to a dull grey with snow or hail within minutes. Some inhabitant wondered what ever made their ancestors choose such a place to settle.

Even with all of the unpredictability of Hevda everything else was pretty much normal. Families mingled freely together, meeting up for religious purposes, family purposes and for entertainment. A gathering would often arise in the local hall for a dance or concert of some sort. Groups of children would explore the beaches and caves along the islands shores. Often they would challenge each one to swimming matches or see how many fish they could catch.

Life for children on Hevda was carefree and easy. There was no violence and no apparent danger. They knew to stay away from the strange hut and away from the perilous cliffs that donned the steep islands coast.

One group in particular were extremely adventurous and curious, regularly finding themselves in trouble from their parents.

The said group sat huddled together muttering secretively to one another, a few excited giggles escaped every now and then. The Kaleel children were having a sleep over, Balin and Halia had asked their friends over for the night. Having finished their meal they had decided to sit next to the hearth and plan their next quest. Balin’s parents were seeing to their youngest child, Vanya, who was four years of age.

“No, that wouldn’t work,” Delany announced. She was the second eldest of the group. “What about telling them that there is a pound full of fish to catch up there.”

Halia and Balin shared a sceptical glance. “Zeb would be on to us the minute we said that.” Halia shook her head as she spoke. “His dad knows all the good fish ponds this side of Hevda,” she continued to whisper to the group.

Having her idea squashed, Delany frowned and fiddled crabbily with a loose thread on her shift. She was rather headstrong. ‘But that isn’t her fault,’ Halia’s father, Neven, would often say to her. Delany was an only child, which was not common to Hevda families. So whatever Delany wanted, Delany got. The young girl had the loveliest dresses from some exotic materials; she had rare porcelain dolls and countless bejewelled necklaces, hairclips, and brooches.

Halia had never been the jealous type and had been Delany’s first close friend. Picking up the wicket basket from the corner, Halia opened it and handed out a few nuts and skewers to each individual. She shoved the nut onto the end of her skewer and held it over the open fire. It was the perfect night to have fresh roasted nuts.

She gave a fleeting look out the small window, the sky had gone a deep dark purple and rain lightly speckled the window pain. The sun had completely sunk; it was now almost completely dark outside. The occupants in the Kaleel home were glad for the warmth of the fireplace in the living room.

Caylah burst silently through the living room doors, her long dark blonde hair flowing behind her. Even though she was, Balin’s twin sister the two of them didn’t get on too well. They looked alike but their personalities clashed, Caylah was studious, mature, responsible and cautious. She was always seen with either a book in her hand or helping her parents with her siblings or the housework. Balin was excitable, adventurous, a daydreamer, and brave. He always had an adventure planed in his head and a few tricks up his sleeves.

Halia was the only Kaleel child that shared personality traits with her mother. She was naturally smart, joyful, full of life and courageous. Not one to insult or hurt anyone’s feelings, she wouldn’t speak out of turn to anyone. There was a difference from being nasty and malicious to someone, and being able to pull a prank or two on someone (if they can take it). Halia knew the line and didn’t like to cross it. When she thought Balin was taking things too far she’d attempt to rein him in a little. If that didn’t work, she would tell their parents of his plans. She’d rather have them hear about it from them then someone out of the family.

“Maybe we should wait for tomorrow,” suggested Balin as he turned his nut in the fire. “We might have come up with something better by then.”

“Although I’d love to give Zeb his comeuppance right now,” Halia spoke softly before blowing softly on to her roasted nut and popping it into her mouth. “I think we should give it a few days. Let the dust settle, first. I’d expect he’s assuming we’re planning something. He’ll be very wary of us.”

“The quicker we come up with something the better off we’ll be.” Balin brushed her suggestion away with the wave of his hand. “If we leave it too long Zeb will have tried to trick us again.”

Rolling her eyes slightly, Halia just shrugged. “If that’s what our fate is, then all I say is let it happen.” Licking her lips, she hesitated a moment, “I think that the perfect opportunity to trick Zeb will turn up when we least expect it to.”

A muffled huffing sound came from Delany her face still bore her frown from before; still obvious that she wasn’t appreciating being ignored. Her arms were rigidly folded across her chest; her lip was twitching slightly indicating that she was chewing the inside of her mouth. Halia, Balin and Gowan braced themselves they knew what was coming. These little signs where tale-tail warnings that she was going to fly off the handle; it was never a pretty sight.

Relief washed over the siblings as Neven and Elvira wandered into the living room. Delany wouldn’t dare criticize any of them before their parents. Vanya must have gone off to sleep.

The parent’s eyes glanced over the group sitting on the hearth vigilantly, checking for any suspicious behaviour. Once they were confident that there was nothing untoward going on they both sat down on their seats. Neven reached over and ruffled Balin’s dark blonde hair. In defence, Balin attempted to duck and wave his hands above his head.

“Father!” exclaimed Balin.

“I believe that you should all go to bed and rest,” said Neven taking on a more serious note, “you all have lessons in the morning.”

“I have prepared your beds Gowan, Delany.” Elvira smiled fondly at the children as they moaned and grumbled faintly while they stood up and made their way out of the living room.

“Much appreciation, Goodwoman Kaleel,” said Gowan politely bowing his head, “I wish peaceable slumber to you Master Kaleel.”

Caylah had her book tucked snugly in her arms as she set off. Halia placed the wicket basket back in its rightful place whilst Gowan and Balin rearranged the fur rug next to the fireside. After everyone bid each one goodnight, the children climbed the stairs towards their bedrooms.

Elvira and Neven sat down; this was their time. After the children went to bed, they got their chance to have peace. Elvira continued to spin the wool for her next knitted garment. Neven was accounting for their stock and crops. They both heard a low whine come from the door. Getting up Neven unbolted the door and let their house pet in.

A saturated wolf like creature sulked in with its tail held between its legs before curling itself next to Neven’s wooden chair and placing his head in its paws. Elvira gave the beast a curious glance. It was usually a happy little pup. Maybe the rumbling from the skies gave the creature a fright.

Not getting a chance to settle back in his seat their door was enthusiastically knocked; Neven shared a look with her before he rose again to answer the door. Unbolting it and opening the door, he saw two people standing in the heavy rain. One of the people was a tall happy man with unusual attire; a peculiar long brown jacket. The other was an earth coloured women, with strange clothing; a red shining coat.

“Greetings, to you,” Neven said calmly, “What has brought you here so late?”

“Oh, we were just passing by,” the bizarre man said casually, “and just happened to scare your pet,” he tipped his head to his fellow traveller, “Martha and I felt we should apologise. Didn’t we, Martha?”

“Oh yes,” the women glanced at the man a moment. “Em, sorry about that.”

Neven and Elvira shared a bewildered glance. Both speechless they had never seen nor met anyone like these pair before in their lives. They seemed carefree, a little reckless and full of life. They were curious creatures, and Elvira found herself very intrigued with them. She wanted to know more about them.

“Introductions,” the unusual man spoke again, his eyes dancing and a warm smile on his face.  “I’m the Doctor and this is Miss Martha Jones.”

sonictrowel  

Title:  White Tinted Walls'
Author: sonictrowel
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Ten, Martha and other characters.
Spoilers: Mmm, can't think of any... just series 3 maybe.
Disclaimer:  I wish I could claim DW.... but alas I'm not RTD.
Summary: Sometimes secrets are best kept unknown.
Author’s notes: This is my first attempt at Martha. Hope I do her justice.

Head First Into the Unknown

A baffling amount of odd noises were coming from somewhere in the corridors of the TARDIS. When the racket first started, Martha just shrugged it off, as the source of the noise was probably just the Doctor tinkering way with some malfunctioning part of the TARDIS’s interior. This time though the din was going on longer than usual.

Shutting the Medical book she had been studying, Martha rose up from her bed and switched off the bedside lamp, deciding that she wasn’t going to get much studying done with all the commotion that was coming from the console room. She left her room and ambled quietly into the kitchen; maybe making the Doctor a cup of tea would prevent him making any more noise.

With two cups in hand, Martha made her way to the console room. At first glance, she could not tell where the Doctor was, but she could hear him. There was a panel of grating missing from the base of the control panel and a multi-coloured mass of wires was seeping out from the gap. It did not take Martha long to figure out where the Doctor was. After gently setting the cups on a clear space on the control panel, she bent down to peer into the opening.

“Doctor.”

He hadn’t heard her over his din. “Doctor!” Martha tried again. She sighed gently, wondering how she could get his attention. Gazing around the room she spotted the Doctor’s mallet, smiling slightly she picked it up wondering if she dared to do it. Why not? Martha brought the mallet down sharply onto the grating. A loud metallic clunk was heard. Discarding the mallet quickly Martha stood up straight and grasped the two cups.

The Doctor bemused face appeared from the hole in the TARDIS’s floor. His hair was chaotic sticking up in outlandish and puzzling angles. Martha often wondered how he managed to get it in such a mess. There were smudges of either oil or dust across his face. With little effort, he had climbed up from under the console and was standing before her within a few seconds.

“What did you do that for?” Before Martha had the chance to answer his question, he had spotted the cups in her hands. “Oh brilliant, tea,” she passed him his cup, “wonderful idea, Martha.”

“Is something wrong with the TARDIS?”

“Mmm,” The Doctor exclaimed softly, “perfect,” as he sipped his tea. Martha rolled her eyes at him. “Oh yes, that’s right the TARDIS,” his spare hand rubbed the back of his neck a moment, “no she’s fine, just thought I should replace some of her old wiring. It’s needed to be done for a while now.”

“So in other words,” she paused to take a sip of her own drink, “you got bored.”

“Martha, do you really think I’m that fidgety?” Martha raised an eyebrow in response, giving the Doctor a look that said ‘do-you-really-want-me-to-answer-that’. The Doctor pouted, “No really, I’ve been meaning to do it for a while now. How’s the studying going?” he asked, trying to change the subject.

“It wasn’t going too bad,” Martha leaned her hip against the console, “that’s until I my concentration was interrupted with all the commotion that you were creating.” She smiled softly showing him she didn’t mind too much.

“Sorry, I didn’t realise that I was making that much noise.” The Doctor said running his fingers through his messy brown hair. “I won’t be making any more racket,” he downed the rest of his tea, “I’ve just about replaced all the old disintegrated wires.”

Picking up their now empty teacups, Martha stopped half way through the console room and turned to face the Doctor. “Where are we off to next?” she asked curiously, smiling at him hopefully. Travelling with the Doctor in the TARDIS was never dull. There were always new, unusual and impressive planets to explore and different times they could jump to. They could travel millions of years into the past or future on a whim.

The Doctors eyebrows rose and he looked down at her curiously, “I thought you wanted to have a day for studying?” he questioned her casually, his eyes dancing as he spoke.

“I managed to get a few hours in,” Martha shrugged nonchalantly. She was glad that she accomplished even that with both the noise that the Doctor had been making and the lure of adventure and exhilarating opportunities that was on their doorstep. “Just thought that a short trip somewhere might be nice. You know have a break, clear the cobwebs.” Glancing over her shoulder Martha gave the Doctor a bright smile, hoping he’d take the bait. She enjoyed trying to goad the Doctor - trying to see how easy it was to get a reaction from him. Sometimes it didn’t take much.

His eyebrows rose again but this time a cheeky smile also adorned his face. “Oh alright,” the Doctor puffed out his cheeks a moment, “a quick outing for recreation sounds like fun.” His face lit up with enthusiasm as he rubbed his hands together.

Laughing quietly as she left the console room, just before she was too far away, Martha called back through the corridor, “Oh by the way, I think you should wash your face before we go.” She didn’t elaborate as she made her way to the kitchen through the long winding lobbies of the TARDIS. Once Martha had cleaned their now empty cups and replaced them back into their rightful place, she made a quick detour to her room where she grasped her red leather jacket. Arriving back into the console room she couldn’t see the Doctor, maybe he had gone to clean up. She placed her jacket on the pilot seat and leaned against the control panel, waited patiently for the Doctor to turn up.

A brief moment of buzzing was heard then a light metallic scraping noise. She glanced over her shoulder. From behind the control panel, the Doctor appeared with his sonic screwdriver in his hand. The loose wires had been returned and the grating replaced. Martha noticed that the smudges remained on his face, and his hair was still all over the place. Giggling slightly she realised that he had probably only thought she was joking about washing his face. He could be very child like Martha often thought. He had a cheeky boyish charm, was very excitable and was always full of life. There would be times when she found herself jealous of his endless energy.

Martha stepped toward the Doctor, still smiling broadly at him, fighting the urge to laugh. When he had finished organising the control panel Martha lifted up her hand and hinted at the dirt on his cheek by rubbing her own. The Doctor looked puzzled at her, his eyebrows lifting up for the third time in the space of a few minuets.

“There’s some grease on your face.” Martha raised a finger and lightly rubbed the said substance off his cheek.

“Ah,” the Doctor lifted his hands and scrubbed his face roughly wiping all the oil off, “how about now, is it all gone?”

“Yes, nice and clean,” replied Martha as she briefly glanced back at the Time Rotor; she could not wait for their next adventure. No two quests were ever the same. Sometimes they would be running for their lives. Others they would be helping folk who were in a sticky situation. Most of the time their adventures included a bit of both. There was never a dull moment. Where were they going next? What century? Would it be Earth? Alternatively, were they going to some far-flung planet she had never heard of?

“Right,” the Doctor rubbed his hands together with enthusiasm, “now that we’re all spick and span, let’s get on our way.” With that, he started his usual energetic bounding and dancing around the console hitting, pulling, pushing and sometimes kicking levers and buttons harshly. It was an interesting sight. Martha had wondered if it was all for show - or if the TARDIS actually needed more then one person steering her.

The TARDIS trembled for a moment as the Time Rotor started up. Moving up and down at the heart of the control panel. A pale green light emanated from it. It was a rather hypnotic and inviting mechanism. Hands grabbed the railing that enclosed the Time Rotor and control panel; Martha prepared herself for the jerky and rough landing that they usually experienced at the end of each trip. The Doctor stood unfazed where he had finished plotting their destination.

A grating motorized noise started, signifying that they were beginning to dematerialise. It was a powerful and haunting sound, echoing everywhere, coming from some mysterious unspecified location.

Without any warning, the TARDIS jolted ferociously, causing the Doctor to teeter on the spot before gripping the edge of the console for support. Martha’s hold on the rail tightened as the TARDIS seemingly started to spin out of control. The ride was a lot rockier then usual, they were being jerked this way and that. Glancing back at the Doctor, Martha could see the he was a little troubled at what was happening.

“Doctor,” yelled Martha over the commotion that was going on, “what’s happening?”

“Not sure,” came his response, he abruptly reached for the screen to his right. The Doctor scanned the monitor for a brief moment, his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he examined the statistics before him. “That can’t be right….” stated the Doctor, “this isn’t right.” He shook his head as he spoke.

“What’s wrong?” Martha asked cautiously.

“The TARDIS is being lured in by something.” He reached up and scratched his head, making his hair stand up on end. “Something sentient…. something telepathic.”

Martha’s eyebrows rose, that did not bode well apparently; the Doctor looked almost disgruntled. The shuddering that the TARDIS had been doing had decreased; it was feeling more like their typical journeys. “Wait, aren’t you telepathic?” She asked curiously, “you told me that you and the TARDIS are connected.”

“Yes,” he said, his gaze briefly settled on Martha before he faced the monitor again, “yes I’m telepathic. But this,” he pointed at the screen, “this doesn’t seem to be aware of what it’s done. It has only sent a brief faint message. What ever it was, it was enough to get the TARDIS’s attention.”

Just as he finished saying this there was a light shuddering and the Time Rotor stopped moving, signifying that they had landed. Martha gave the Doctor an apprehensive glance, wondering if or when he would hazard a look out the doors. There was something in the way he was conducting himself that said; he was not comfortable with this revelation. This veneer did not last long, a brief second. Then he bounced on the balls of his feet, threw a dazzling smile at Martha as he offered her his hand.

“Let’s see what awaits us behind door number one,” he grinned almost manically, and Martha grabbed his hand.

“Head first into the unknown.” She joined in with his mirth.

They were off, dashing toward the door of the TARDIS, the thrill of their next adventure compelling them forward. Within a minute, they had the doors open. Now could they see what waited from them.

Outside was almost black, wind was howling and rain was pelting down from the night sky. For what they could see they gathered that they were in the middle of what appeared to be a field, and that there were few buildings to be seen; just one white stonewashed house sitting on its own at the edge of the field. Martha shivered at the thought of walking through the sodden muddy grass in the pouring rain.

Without any warning, a whimpering noise bawled out through the gloomy night and a dark wolf-like shape dated across the field towards the house with its tail in between its legs. It had obviously been shaken by the appearance of the TARDIS. The Doctor watched the creature patiently, it wasn’t long until the beast was ushered into the house. The door closed shortly after.

“Shall we pay the neighbours a visit?” The Doctor asked grinning mischievously. Not waiting for Martha’s answer, he trudged off through the wet pasture towards the cottage before them. Shaking her head, she quickly shut and locked the TARDIS’s door before chasing after him. When she reached him, he was already knocking boisterously on the wooden door.

“Greetings, to you.” A man of medium height with blonde hair and deep dark blue eyes opened the door. “What has brought you here so late?” He asked politely.

Title:  A holiday with an Unexpected Twist (1/?)
Author: sonictrowel
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Ten and OC Roxanne Blake.
Spoilers: Not one iota.
Disclaimer:  I wish I could claim DW.... but alas I'm not RTD.
Summary: Ordinary holidays can turn into wonde and exitementr.
Author’s notes: Second DW fanfiction, how the Doctor met Roxanne.

Chapter one.

Title: When two Worlds Collide (8/?) 
Author: sonictrowel
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Ten and OC Roxanne Blake, the SG-1 gang.
Spoilers: Not one iota.
Disclaimer:  I wish I could claim DW.... but alas I'm not RTD.
Summary: When the Stargate world meets the world of the Doctor.
Author’s notes: My first DW fanfiction.

When two Worlds Collide (8/?)

Laughing Tree’s?

Quickly glancing over her shoulders Roxanne double-checked that she had shut the TARDIS’s door correctly. The Doctor was striding energetically toward the tree line - not even bothering to see how far she was behind him. Jogging forward, she caught up with him, trying to match his long strides Roxanne glanced up at him. She wondered what his plan might be. This was what always happened; he’d give a small explanation then stalk off hurriedly assuming that she would follow him. It made her want to laugh - he honestly thought that she’d always go after him. A few times, she thought about just staying rooted to one spot just to see what he might do or say. She couldn’t do that though, she was too loyal to him and also curious about what he was up to.

The forest was darker then Roxanne thought they would be considering there were two suns in the sky. Unrecognisable shadows played through the gaps in the trees. A soft rustling sound could be heard from above as the breeze disturbed branches and leaves. The trunks groaned whilst the trees swayed along with the rustling dark green foliage. The scene before them would have rivalled any horror films. It was surprising how such a beautiful planet could have such a contrast. The Doctor slowed down his pace to match Roxanne’s.

“We should’ve caught up with one of SGC’s group now.” The Doctor spoke with a low voice giving her one of his peculiar grins. Roxanne had noticed that he seem to have a lot of these rather unusual facial expressions and smiles - but that didn’t bother her, it just made her want to smile with him, or sometimes-even giggle at him.

“Which pair are we tracking?” She asked softly pulling the sleeves of her jumper over her hands. The forest did not seem too pleasant anymore; she could not get the feeling of being watched out of her head. Why did she have to think about horror films? All they needed now was some knife-yielding alien to burst out of now where and try to slaughter them. Roxanne shuddered at the thought.

“Can’t tell just yet. I didn’t see which ones went what way.” Was the Doctors response he noticed Roxanne shivering slightly and her hands wrapped in their sleeves. His eyebrows raised slightly in concern. “Are you cold Roxanne?” He had not thought that it was that cold, but then again his body temperature was cooler then hers. He did not feel the coldness as she did.

Roxanne looked up at him and gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m fine….” It was nice that he wanted to make sure she was all right. “Think we could rent a film crew. This place is perfect for a horror movie…. I just pictured some frenzied alien careering at us with a knife in its hands.”

“Ah I didn't think of that.” The Doctor said grinning cheerily down at her. “But coming to think of it the forest does resemble scenes from horror movies.” He tugged lightly on his right earlobe as they continued to trek through the forest floor, the dead leaves creating a thick carpet over the land. Small twigs snapped occasionally under their feet, only loud enough for them to hear it.

The Doctor was glad that Roxanne was rational enough not to be talking too loud or making too much noise. They needed to be careful if they were going to slink up behind this group and find out why and how the SGC guys got here. He also wanted to know how they came across that ship, they shouldn’t be capable of using it either. The Doctor ran things through his head trying to sum up a conclusion to his questions. He wasn’t going to get anything until he got to personally ask them himself.

During the comfortable silence that was between them Roxanne became more aware of the feeling of being watched. ‘Great why did I have to imagine murderous aliens,’ she gave herself a mental kick trying to forget the uneasy feeling she had. Studying the Doctor she could see he was his normal calm self. Why did she have to be so pathetic. Shaking her head in disapproval at her own self she shoved her hands roughly into her jean pockets. For a few seconds Roxanne swore she heard someone or something laughing foully from somewhere between the trees. She glances around them but couldn’t see anything. Maybe she was imagining the laughter as well.

There it was again the same deviant cackle. This time Roxanne was positive she hadn’t dreamt it. “Doctor....” she muttered softly briefly tapping his shoulder to make him stop. “Please tell me I’m not crazy, but can you hear laughing?”

A small smile crept on his face. “Oh you’re not crazy.” With that he continued to walk on.

“Wait, where the hell is it coming from then?” Roxanne asked a little to intensely then she had meant.

A slender finger raised and pointed into the thick foliage in a near-by tree. “I wouldn’t worry, they cant carry knifes. Don't have many digits you see. They’re not dangerous in fact they’re quiet delightful, very inquisitive.” Turning around the Doctor walked off leaving Roxanne to ponder what was up in the trees. “I wouldn’t get too close to the trees though. The Corcoran can be pretty territorial. They do have fairly sharp teeth.” He added whilst Roxanne rushed over to him trying to catch up.

It wasn’t long till they found on pair of the SGC’s team-mates. They had heard them talking before they could actually see them. The Doctor gave Roxanne an amused look. “Not very professional are they. They’re suppose to be swift and silent. Not heard from twenty yards away.” He tutted quietly before gently taking her arm and pulling her noiselessly through the gaps in the trees. Soon they were walking on the same beaten track as their venery. Walking conversation-less behind them waiting for the right moment.

Jaffa Warriors and False Gods

The Doctor ran his fingers through his shaggy brown hair curiously watching as the two remaining SGC teammates trudged their way back to the leader of the pack. Shaking his head in amusement, he could understand how such a variety of personalities like they had could work together. Removing his hand from his hair — leaving strands stick out in all sorts of angles — he turned his head to Roxanne and gave her an eccentric smile. Hopping slightly and nudging the TARDIS’s door the Doctor disappeared leaving the doorway open for Roxanne to follow him through.

Glancing back at the foreign ship, Roxanne debated with herself whether she should go after the Doctor or examine the hunk of metal to her right. The good voice told her to return to her companion ‘that’s what he wanted,’. Nevertheless, at the same time the bad troublesome voice told her to ignore the good one. Not giving much thought Roxanne gave into her naughty voice. She was curious by nature — of course, she was going to look at the ship.

Before Roxanne could make much distance toward her destination. Something had stopped her.

“Ah ah….” The Doctor exclaimed holding her elbow whilst raising his eyebrows quizzically. He had known what she was up to. “Now. that’s not a good idea.” He said hurriedly before pulling her quickly into the TARDIS shutting the door behind them. “They’re still in the ship, they’d have spotted you….” He sprinted up to the control panel he reached over and moved one of the monitors so that she could look at it too. “ You should have waited. We can see when they leave.”

“Blast I forgot we had that.” Roxanne muttered to herself as she ambled up the steel ramp. With the tiny screen in sight, she watched and waited for the SGC people to leave their ship. As she did, she searched her pockets to find a hair band. “What’s our plan of action?” Roxanne asked. “Are we searching the ship or stalking this SGC people?”

“This ship isn’t important…. I’m not interested in that ship.” The Doctor replied avidly watching the unchanging screen before him not even bothering to look up to answer the questions. “What I want to know is how 21st centaury Americans came across Ancient technology, and how they can use it. It doesn’t work with any everyday human…. Needs something else to get it to work.” He said glancing up at Roxanne for a brief moment before returning his attention back to the TV screen.

“So what your saying is that there is something bizarre going on with those guys.” Roxanne queried as she loosely tied her hair up into a ponytail. “They seemed pretty average to me. Except the big guy with that eerie tattoo…. you wouldn’t want to meet him in a dark alley.” She finished saying while leaning slowly on the chair next to the control panel.

“Jaffa, he’s Jaffa. Comes from the planet called Chulack. Quite humourless….” The Doctor paused rubbing the back of his neck. “They train as warriors as soon as they’ve become teens. Also made to carry symbiotes in a womb in the abdomen. Their race hasn’t had much luck — always been under the service of some false god or something or another. That Teal’c guy had the symbol of Apophis on his head must have been under his service at some point.”

“Wait a minuet you said Apophis. Like the Egyptian god Apophis…. the serpent, the god of the night and of death.” Roxanne frowned in confusion. “That doesn’t make sense. Isn’t Apophis a Earth god, Chulack is a completely different planet; how did they get that name, have they been to Earth before?” The questions came out before she could stop herself.

The Doctor gave her a lopsided smile pleased at her quick thinking. “Good question Roxanne…. The Jaffa and their false gods the Gou’ld came to Earth about 9200 years ago took some different cultures to populate deserted planets for slaves. That’s what the humans on Earth based as their gods. They needed something to worship and the false gods were more then willing to fulfil that role.” Lifting up his hand, he waved it around a bit in exaggeration.

Nothing more could was said as they watched the SGC team leave the ship. They split into and went off in their own directions. Roxanne stood up straighter and waited for the Doctor’s signal for them to leave. Without much warning, the Doctor rushed toward the TARDIS’s doors, “Ready?” he turned to ask her before pushing both the doors opening and exiting his ship. Roxanne hot on his heals.

The Time Lord and Team SG-1

A young woman with long dyed auburn hair bolted toward the TARDIS door. Her hair swaying behind her. The lure of a new culture and planet trilled her - she wanted to be the first to discover what it looked like. Yet she still couldn’t forget that she wasn’t the first, that she would have never been given an opportunity like this if she hadn’t met her comrade. The Doctor experienced all of this before, even before either her parents or her grandparents had been born. A slight course of jealousy coursed through her, it didn’t last. Roxanne was to gratified that he had accepted her to accompany him on the exploration through time and space. How many twenty-three year olds could admit to that?

The path of Roxanne had been blocked. The Doctor clad in his long worn trench coat had beat her to it. His hand flexed to the handle of the door and flashed her a toothy grin. Glowering mockingly Roxanne waited for him to exit the TARDIS. Rays of sunlight flooded the ship. Brightening it with the warm glow of natural light.

“Oh….” The Doctor exclaimed almost leaping out of the door. “Now lookie what we have here.…”

Close behind him Roxanne also left the inside of the known and stepped into the unknown. Curious to what had caused his response. After getting over the initial shock of seeing two suns she noticed that they were four other people standing to a rather bulky looking cylinder like ship. Her eyebrows raised a moment.

“Aren’t they human?” Roxanne asked the Doctor as her eyes scrutinised over all four members in question. She stepped closer to him.

“Three out of four.” He answered.

“Are we what?” The greying man responded roughly through an obvious American accent. “Where the hell did you get that?” His hand gestured to the TARDIS.

“Jack….” The younger man with glasses spoke.

“Don’t 'Jack' me, Daniel.”

The Doctor and Roxanne shared a quick amused glance between each other. Watching this new group was rather humorous. Although they had seemed taken aback by the arrival of the TARDIS the early surprise looked to have worn off as quickly as it had happened. Like they was use to the appearance of unknown ships or people popping out of thin air.

“Oh that?” The Doctor said cocking his head behind him and shrugging.

“Our turn.” Roxanne declared interrupting the Doctor. “Where did you get that?” Pointing a finger towards their ship.

“Classified.” Jack finalised.

“That’s about all you military types can say.” The Doctor said. “Know another vocabulary?”

Jack stepped closer to the pair as the blonde haired women held her hand up trying to stop him. She looked between Daniel and the stoic giant probably looking for either reassurance or backup. Taking over the greying man she turned to look directly at the Doctor. Maybe she thought that she’d ease the tension. Whatever, all she could do was try.

“Don’t listen to the Colonel.” The women said. “It’s just that we have seen a few intergalactic ships. But none of them have resembled an Earth police box - so maybe you can see why he got a little too critical.”

“The hell I was too critical Carter.” Jack snapped.

“Jack.” Daniel said staring back at him. “I don’t think that this is the right way to get answers from them. They themselves probably want a few questions answered too.”

“DanielJackson is correct O’Neill.” The tall man finally spoke. “I would not advice interrogating them. We know nothing about of them as of yet.”

“Thank you Teal’c.” Responded Daniel as he pushed his glassed back up his nose. Teal’c bowed his head.

“At least there's some sensible humans in that bunch.” The Doctor muttered at Roxanne as they watched the banter between the kaki dressed troop. Trying to stifle her giggles she turned to examine the ship. Its technology did not appear very advanced, but it must have been; the humans that they had come across dressed much like out of her own time period. It looked similar to the uniforms that the British armed forces wore where she came from.

Sam and Daniel seemed to have been the only ones that had either attempted or even recognised the similarities between the two groups. This didn’t surprise the Doctor. He had witnessed them glancing back and forth between each person that stood in the vicinity.

“Could I ask if that might be a time-machine?” Sam asked carefully.

“You both are dressed in twenty-first century clothing.” Daniel picked up on where Sam was going.

“Yep so we are.” The Doctor said with enthusiasm. “Then I can also take that that thing is a time-machine.” He added shoving his hands roughly into the pockets of his suit jacket. “You too are wearing twenty-first century standard issue SGC uniforms” Continued the doctor briefly rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet before looking back at Sam. “Oh and your right the Blue box is a time machine. A TARDIS to be exact.”

"How the hell do you know about the SGC?" Colonel O'Neill roared. "It’s top-secret." He added throwing a harsh glance back at the Doctor.

"Have my sources." Came the quick and casual response from the Doctor as he smiled cheerfully. Roxanne looked between the two men and scowled, this was getting rather repetitive.

"I've just about had enough of your smart arse remarks." Jack retorted stomping toward the Doctor.