Rani Meets a Alien

[K-9]

K-9 greeted the human woman with the verbal location of the rest of Jack’s body. “He is on the other side of the room,” he replied in his computerized voice as he started back along his earlier tracks to the area that was now home to the decapitated Jack and the unconscious and injured alien.

Flickering and blinking lights glowed feebly though the grime and signs of the bloody massacre on his back. His ear-like antennas rotated and scanned the area for signs of life, death, and most importantly his mistress. But she was gone from the immediate area.

K-9’s mechanical workings started to make slight squeaking sounds as blood found its way through various openings on K-9’s robotic frame; congealing and becoming a sticky and repulsive mess as blood slowly cooked from the heat of his electronic components.

There was little that K-9 could do but to wait until the body of Jack was once again found and exposed through the debris and wreckage.

[Gwen Elizabeth Cooper]

Gwen listened to the robot dog and quickly found Jack's body. Head in one hand, and collar of the World War II jacket in the other, she was able to drag him back to the S.U.V. Gwen threw his body into the back seat along with his head, and walked back over to the robot dog and the alien.

"So," Gwen said, awkwardly. She had never talked to a robot or a dog before, so it was a bit a new experience. "It seems like you've pretty much uh," she observed the bloody mess around her. "got it under control. I guess I'll," Gwen patted her hands on her thighs, "Leave you to it!" Widening her eyes and scratching her head at how completely bizarre it was, Gwen opened the door and hopped back into the driver's seat, beginning to back out of the ship.

[K-9]

K-9 looked around the ruined spacecraft and considered perpetual calculations. K-9 was running low on energy and he knew that he was going to need it if he was going to get the alien and himself out of this mess. He once again would have to use his teleportation capabilities. But this time he would have to take another living being. If he would have had the power then he would have transported the entire ship to The Library. But that just wasn’t feasible.

There was the possibility that the alien could be destroyed. There was also the possibility that he; himself would lose power during this process. But there was little to be done about it. K-9 wheeled himself next to the mantis alien and ran into her. Physical contact would make this much easier and the possibility of survival would be greatly increased.

After a quick scan of the ship K-9 decided that the safest place for the alien would be in the cockpit. There she would not be blown into the deep dark emptiness of space. There was the chance the ship would fall apart leaving the Earth’s atmosphere because of the damage caused by the SUV, but there was nothing to be gained by dwelling on the fact. So he set his plan into motion.

Tapping once again into the ships computer systems K-9 used its capabilities to close, seal, and lock all of the interior and exterior doors. He set the autopilot for The Library and even left the pilot warnings incase she tried to venture into the breached areas of the ship. There would be no stopping or turning around once the ship started on its journey, K-9 made sure of that.

Then in a flash of blue-white light, K-9 teleported the alien into the cockpit. For a moment he lost power and everything went dark. But he knew that, the loss of power was a possibility. When his systems flickered back on he set his plan into motion by starting the engines and engaging the autopilot.

The entire process took little time but K-9 could feel the drain on his power and knew that with his last action he would become completely depleted. He tapped into the ships power and stole some of the needed resources that he would need. It would help but he was sure that it wouldn’t be enough to keep him fully operational. He could already tell that several of his functioned were inoperable thanks to the blood and ooze that had invaded his mechanical and electronically systems.

In another flash of light he vanished from the ship as it rumbled and groaned during take-off. The smell of Sunday roast left in his wake.

[Sarah Jane]

It was a good jacket that Luke had gotten her for mother's day. And the leather pants as well. She was protected inside this black leather sheath as Owen dragged her through the wooded acre.

She wished she could put her hands over her ears, but she could not feel her arms or her legs. Her need for air was almost overwhelming. Gwen was here, loud, chaotic and utterly welcome as always. Before Owen had dragged her away, she'd seen the woman, a fuzzy form in the dark putting on a display of firepower she'd seen in nothing less than an entire Unit. Gwen just might save them all that day, but Owen was currently, in part accidentally, saving her right then. As he dragged her, the traction of her lower body pulled, steady and even on her upper half, popping out the rib from its twisted fold of muscle tissue that had sent it into her lung cavity. It was almost like pulling a dent out of a car.

Suddenly, she could breath again, and she dragged the air in big wet gasps. Rarely had she come so close to suffocating. She did not care for it. The air was so amazingly good tears flowed silently from eyes to ears. Her breathing was badly labored now, Sarah unable to draw more than have a gurggly breath, but it was enough.

The pain in her side was exquisite, but complaining about would get her no where. She hoped Owen knew where to find a good doctor.

[Gwen Elizabeth Cooper]

Gwen watched the ship take off from the seat of the S.U.V. "Good riddance." Gwen muttered, pulling the stick as she drove out of the clearing.

The woods were thankfully not too dense, and soon, Gwen was back on the road. She drove to where Rhys's car was, just in time to see Owen pulling a badly hurt Sarah Jane.

Gwen jumped out of the drivers seat. "She needs help; she coughing up blood!" Gwen opened up the S.U.V's middle door, haphazardly threw Jack into the back (though this was difficult due to her stature compared to his), and ran over to Owen and Sarah Jane.

"Okay, Owen, let's get her in the S.U.V." Gwen slid her arms under Sarah Jane's knees, and looked back at Owen. "On the count of three, lift and carry her into the car! And keep her head elevated! One, two, three!" Gwen lifted up Sarah Jane, hoping Owen would do the same, and in time for them to be able to help her.

[Owen Harper]

Owen smiled as she was breathing. She was breathing, Thank you! He had no power to breath. “Good to hear you to breath,” said Owen. God, how he wished he can breathe. She looked pale. The dead man gently laid her down near the street. He pulled out his phone out. He was fumbling, he caught it. His dark eyes were his guide of using his mobile phone. He flipped the phone and called one person who could help him.

“Martha Jones! I need your help!” he said to the phone.

”Owen, you want me to drive to Carfiff now?”

“No, I am in London. Here is the address. I need you do surgery on a person,” Owen said.

” I am on it Owen.

Martha hanged up the phone. The man kneeled down on his knees next to Sarah Jane Smith. Owen stroked her hair as if she was a cat. He was not crazy of cats. He had to comfort her. “Help is on the way,” he said. As now Owen hated himself because he was useless. She could see his eyes showed the pain of his troubles. Why did he have to break his hand? Oh yes, he was mad and angry because Tosh was hitting his last nerve. He broke it just to show her how broken he was. Instead, he made himself more broken.

[Sarah Jane]

From the belly button down and from her shoulders out, she'd lost all feeling. All that was left was an aching core, but even that pain was fading, or she was getting used to it. However painful, her lungs were still under her control.

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. and on- Sarah Jane forced herself with an iron will. Distantly, she could hear own shouting. Why did he sound so far away?

"Owen?" She said, though it was no more than a bubbling whisper. "Owen?"
The world slipped away a little more, and she clung to it as best she could, trying to call out for help. Why were they leaving her?

"Martha? . . . .Owen?"

"Doctor?"

Someone, surely would come find her in this dark place she was lost in.

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In

[Owen Harper]

“Sarah, focus on my voice,” he told her. He was trying to loosen up her clothes. This is wrong, he felt useless, he could be watching her slip away because he failed to do open field surgery.

It felt like ages, but, Martha did show up with her medical equipment. With Owen’s help, they got Sarah fixed up enough to get her to the hospital.

“Owen, call me when you need me,” Martha said to Owen. “She will come through.”

The man stayed to watch over Sarah. Martha convinced that Owen was capable to not bother Sarah.


ooc okay to speed things?? If not I be glad to fix it.

[Sarah Jane]

It seemed to take so very long for to rise from sleeping to waking. Sarah is aware that she is waking long before she is able to do so. It is almost like the tossing limbo of Time Ring Travel. Disoriented, she suddenly worries that she is there perhaps even now, and had lost grip of the Doctor and Harry and would now float lost in the Vortex. No. The Doctor would never leave her. All she had to do was reach out. In her mind, with her will, she is reaching out so strongly seeking hands reaching back, her mental voice a shout.

In the flesh and blood world Sarah's hand did turn palm up, fingers beckoning, but her arm moves no more than a few centimeters, her voice a whisper.

"I'm here . . .I'm here . . . .!"

[Gwen Elizabeth Cooper]

Gwen, Owen, and Martha had rushed Sarah Jane to U.N.I.T's nearest hospital; placed under a large aircraft hanger from World War II near the Thames. It actually used the area under the river to have a fairly large hospital with plenty of room. Gwen remembered that, if she wasn't mistaken, this base wouldn't be very far at all from Torchwood One's old testing facility under H.C. Clements. She would have been amused by this fact, had her friend not been so close to dying.

After a long and arduous and stressful period of waiting for Sarah Jane to come to, finally a few weak words escaped her mouth. "I'm here . . .I'm here . . . .!" Gwen reached out and held Sarah Jane's hand as she meekly tried to hold it out.

"Sarah Jane? It's Gwen! You're safe now, dear. You're safe."

[Sarah Jane]

Gwen found her in the dark. Her words, her hand, helped Sarah Jane find her way back to the present into her body. It was not the most pleasant place to be right now, but overwhelmingly welcome as her near death and the events leading up to it loaded in her mind like an open Zip folder.

Gwen's voice helped her find her ears, therefore, her brains, and with a bit of struggle, her eyelids. Her eyes opened to half mast to see Gwen there before her. Gwen looked like hell. Well, she looked clean, and she was always strongly, uniquely attractive, but right now there was no color in her cheeks. Her lips were pale as well, and there were dark circles under her eyes. Sarah Jane squeezed her hand.

Sarah tried to speak, coughed just a little, winced at the pain, then smiled at the irony of her words.

"You look terrible, Gwen Cooper." Her smile faded as she studied those dark eyes before her, then she took a tighter grip on her hand. "What happened to you?"

[Owen Harper]

Owen had decided to wait outside the room as Gwen. Martha and Owen waited for Sarah Jane Smith to wake up. Gwen was with Sarah. Owen was bothered because Sarah Jane could have died. He knew Sarah Jane was in good hands because Martha was there saving Sarah, when Owen couldn’t.

“Martha, I am going to hang up on the ceiling,” he told her. Martha’s eyes wide, Owen stopped her. “No. I am not going to jump. I need a place where I can be alone and think.” Martha nodded her head, smiled and watched Owen leave.

“Owen,” Martha said. Owen turned around. “Don’t beat yourself to hard. You did save her. You called me. Did you?”

Owen looked at Martha, nodded his head. He took the stairs, and did not have to worry about getting tired. No more aching legs, breathing hard or anything that the living did. He was half way he sat down on the stairs. He was mentally aching, the spirit of who he was tired. No more tears, no more pains, he was thinking and laughing. “God…if you are real….if you are listening….this sucks! Sucks!” he slammed his hand against his knee. He stopped himself, afraid he break something. He was angry. He got up ran up the stairs, flew the door open, ran to the edge of the room, and yelled! And he yelled again. Yelling was the way to vent his anger.

After, he stood there looking at the lights of the city. This was his life. The darkness, the living do their thing and Owen was here going crazy. How long he had to live in this condition.

[K-9]

Meanwhile, back in Sarah Jane’s attic…

A soft glow filled the room as K-9 materialized into the attic of one, Sarah Jane Smith. K-9 was sure that he heard that infernal fan fair that Mr. Smith just could not seem to live, so to speak, without. He was also sure that he heard Mr. Smith ask him what he had gotten himself into this time. But it lasted less than a nanosecond. K-9’s power failed almost the same instant that he finally came to rest in the relative safety of his mistress’s house. Smoke continued to curl from his small robotic body as fluids dried and became a baked on nightmare for his electronic components. But he was not worried. He had been through much worse and as long as his mistress was out of the clutches of the alien threat, all was well in his little robotic canine world.

[Jack Harkness]

(If you do not want me here than do tell, I'll just try to portray the Captain)

Dying was horrible, no matter how many times or how it happened.
He would never get used to the cold slipping into his body and his whole world falling apart. Not even if it were just short periods of time where he was actually gone.

Somehow, along the way of getting dragged/tossed and thrown into motion his body had regenerated itself.
Skin flawless as usual and dried blood all over his skin and clothes.
Captain Jack Harkness came back to life with a gasp and a jolt.
Clutching his neck to feel the lingering sting of pain as he shot up straight.
His free hand grabbing hold of the closest firm thing to ground him.

Things were still spinning and his blue eyes were locked to the floor as he drew in deep and rushed breaths.
As if his body was trying to make up for the breaths it had missed.

What happened?
How did he get here? He turned his head to look around.
Where did that alien go? and who dragged him here?

[Owen Harper]

(we want Jack. He could join us!!!)