Regenerate Me (A Doctor Who Aliens Crossover)

[The Third Doctor]

Orazru space station, orbiting Mars, 59348 AD.
Two men are standing in front a large glass monitor with a live stream of a man dressed in white strapped to a operating table. The first man speaks
"I'm having second thoughts.Is this really right they are humans after all, can we just allow him to die like this?" He asks in a Somewhat nervous voice.
"Of course, it's all in the name of humanity in the end, when you make an omlette you have to crack a few eggs." The Second man replies

"I'm just not sure anymore."

"We'll discuss it later." The Second man presses a button on the monitor's console activating a microphone.

"Release The Xenomorph hatchling on to the test subject."

A small flesh color, Thing, somewhat comparable to chelicerate arthropods such as a arachnid and horseshoe crab in appearance, is released through a small device above the test subject's Face. It quickly attaches it self to the struggling man's face.

"Phase One, Complete."

[The Fifth Doctor]

For the sake of humanity, yeah, sure.
Scruffy quickly, but quietly, ran away.
He was born Jeffery, but because of his hair, all frizzy and puffy, he had "earned" the name Scruffy.
When I said I wanted to see the stars....
S***.
At the end of the corridor, lie something he never thought he'd have to see this close.
How did that get out?
He thought he had a chance to kill it, it was only a hatchling.
But when it came towards him, he knew there was no chance.
All he could do was stare.

[Sarah Jane]

She had become separated from the Doctor. He had lead off one of the creatures while she ran in the opposite direct. Heading back to the TARDIS. This was not their usual sort of enemy that could be reasoned with or gently studied. There might have well as been crazy dinosaurs or tigers on the loose.


The lighting was uncertain, emergency lighting throwing red and blue beams about in disorienting display. Perhaps that is why she didn't see the wild haired boy at first. Suddenly he was there before her, and looming in front of him one of the things. Spider. Beetle. Giant killer. Slick dark oiled machine. Soundlessly, she wrapped her arms around the slight figure, and flung herself down a tiny trash chute, dragging the hairy young thing along with her.

[The Third Doctor]

The Doctor ran, and he ran fast, faster than ever before. Xenomorphs. It had to be Xinomorphs didn’t it? One of the few species he couldn’t reason with. And that was was the least of his problems, He and Sarah-Jane had been separated and he was worried he would never forgive himself if she died because of him, that had happened enough, he needed to find her and save her, but for now, well for now, He had an awful lot of running to do.