Author's Notes: I'm back! (Azn-Cool-Chan) For those curious about Friendly Fire, it is going very well at the moment. I think I might post chapter one as a teaser to get some feedback soon.

I'm not really a fan of Xovers but this was killing me from within and had to be written down. Especially after I saw that not many fictions were written for Life on Mars… (there aren't many when you weed out the Ashes to Ashes fictions.) Sam needs more love.

Warnings: Some gore near the end, swearing, violence… basically Gene being Gene, and Jack being Jack. Honestly, when you put these two in a fiction, there isn't much more you can say.

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Doctor Who or Life on Mars. If I did then Sam would totally be in Ashes to Ashes and neither of the mentioned shows would be any good or famous. I do, on occasion dream of owning them though...

Summary: When the Doctor and Jack get sent to Manchester in 1973, things are bound to get crazy, especially since Sam Tyler looks so much like the Master… he couldn't be him though, could he?

My first LoM and DW fiction, forgive my inability to "write in an English accent". I couldn't think of how to reword this. I hope you inderstand what I mean.

Chapter One: You're Nicked!

Rain was pouring from the heavens as a brown Ford Cortina sped through the streets of Manchester, splashing anyone unlucky enough to be situated too closely to a puddle as it passed by.

"I think we should slow down," DC Chris Skelton suggested as the car almost hit yet another building, the fifth one in three minutes… not that he was counting.

"Aw shut it, you great big lump of a girl," was the gruff reply from the driver's seat, "Those buggers aren't gonna sit there quietly and wait for the coppers to get 'em."

"We won't be able to arrest them if we're a crumpled piece of scrap metal on a side of the barber shop," DI Sam Tyler said cringing as the car's wheels slid in protest.

"Bloody wankers," DCI Gene Hunt muttered as overtook another three cars.

"Guv, I don't normally agree with Tyler but I think today…" began DS Ray Carling, "WATCH OUT!"

Somehow, the Cortina managed to swerve by the elderly pedestrian without flipping over. Gene cranked the window open to hurl a few choice words at the unfortunate woman.

"Close the window Hunt, you're getting us all wet," was the annoyed comment made by WPC Annie Cartwright.

"I get that a lot luv," was the reply as the window was cranked back up.

Annie rolled her eyes at the comment while Ray hooted.

Turning away from the back of the car, Sam looked through the windshield with his head resting on his fist. With a sigh he smiled wearily, just another normal day, was the thought that went through his head.

On the word of an informant - also known as a person whom they've converted through force to spill their guts, the team was rushing to an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Manchester where as suspected group of drug dealers were conducting their illegal activities. The team have been on their tail for a week now, each day that passed made Gene more irritable, needless to say, the team was worried about how this affected his already violent driving coupled with the heavy rain and wet roads.

It had been three months since the incident in the train tunnel - three months since he'd jumped off the police headquarters building - three months since he'd left his mother in 2006. He felt guilty for leaving her alone; after all she'd been through and all she did to get him back. She'll understand... was what he told himself, she wants me to be happy. He told himself this every night before he went to bed and each morning when he woke up, he almost believed it now. He also felt sorry for the poor souls who scraped him off the pavement. It must not have been a pretty sight.

"Oi, Tyler, are you gonna sit there all day or are we gonna catch us some arse wipes?" came the gruff voice of Gene Hunt that snapped him out of his thoughts.

Sam smiled his trademark schoolboy grin and hopped out of the car. He hadn't noticed they had already arrived at the factory. "Sorry guv."

"Okay lads… and lady," Gene corrected, "I say we bust through that door and get 'em miserable sods with their breeches down. We all clear?"

Chris looked like he was going to make a comment about hoping to not actually catch them with their breeches down, this happened to the team on a raid several weeks ago but with a look from Gene, Chris decided to remain silent.

"Yes, guv," was the simultaneous reply as they pulled out their guns.

The four police officers crept to the large steel double doors, guns cocked and ready, waiting for Gene to kick down the doors.

The door buckled and opened with an accompanying crash. "Freeze! Police!" Sam shouted through the small dust storm that the doors had made.

The dust eventually settled and the team was surprised to see that there was no one in the factory. In fact, it seemed abandoned; there were thick layers of dust covering every inch of the factory.

The team advanced slowly into the factory. "Keep your guard up," was Sam's advice to the team, "They might hiding."

"I doubt it," Ray said, relaxing his grip on the gun, "'ere's no way in 'ell they could move around 'ere without leaving footsteps in this shit."

The team advanced slowly and quietly into the gloom of th seemingly abandoned factory.

"Oh fuckin' 'ell," Chris cried out.

"What is it Skelton?" Annie asked as she approached him.

Chris was standing with his mouth open, eyes wide, and arms hanging limply at his side, he had dropped his gun which clanged loudly making everyone jump.

"Skelton, I believe WPC Cartwright asked you a question, what's wrong with you? Respond!" Gene barked.

Sam was the first to get to Chris. "Skelton, what's wr- oh my god," Sam's eyes widened.

"Fuck, that's sick," Ray agreed as neared the two officers.

On the ground lay a blood body. Bloody was a bit of an understatement. It seemed that someone had completely carved out the chest cavity of what formerly was a person. The guts were carelessly scattered around the body. There were cuts on the limbs and face which suggested that the victim had struggled. Blank blue eyes stared up hauntingly at the team and his mouth was open wide, as if he were screaming.

"That's Henry," Annie said, shocked.

Henry had been their informant, apparently, he had been caught. This gang apparently, didn't like traitors.

"Poor soul," Gene said as he lit up a cigarette, "Anyway, DS Carling, take a look around 'ere, we might find some of the drugs they've been selling. WPC Cartwright, call up forensics, you two, we're gonna look for 'em sickos." He motioned at Sam and Chris, who was still looking rather pale.

"Yes guv," the team replied grimly as they set out to perform their tasks.

There was a reason – okay, several reasons why the Doctor didn't travel with Captain Jack Harkness. One: He couldn't stand the man most times, he was forever trying to hook up with just about anything with a hole. Two: The TARDIS didn't like Jack, he was a fixture in time, never aging, never dying. He was unnatural, time travel with him in the TARDIS made thing unpredictable. Three: Whenever he was with Jack, they always got in trouble. This time was no exception.

Once again, the Doctor found himself traveling the galaxy alone. Maybe it was better this way, he had mused to himself; it would save him the pain of saying goodbye. Goodbye was not something new to the Doctor; it was kind of hard to avoid it when you lived several lifetimes longer than most humans.

Suddenly, the TARDIS lurched forward sending the doctor crashing to the wall. "What's wrong girl?" he asked as he started pushing buttons and pulling levers in an attempt to regain control.

The TARDIS flipped violently in response. "Com'on girl, steady." The Doctor cranked a few more levers and pounded the various buttons on the control pad.

Suddenly, the TARDIS started to shake violently, throwing the Doctor around like a rag doll. He wasn't sure which way was up anymore as he was thrown from side to side and flipped several times. After some time, he stopped moving, well he was still moving, but downwards. That wasn't a good sign. He opened his eyes and realized that he was falling, the TARDIS for the first time, had thrown him out. He watched as the ground cam hurling at him he shut his eyes and braced for impact but when he didn't feel any pain he opened his eyes.

He was lying on the roof of an old factory. He assumed the TARDIS had somehow used its gravity defying powers to keep him from smashing into the ground. The second thing that fell through the air wasn't so lucky. He smashed through the room with a tremendous amount of force. This sent the two people through the roof and down through three floors of the factory.

By this time, he had a pretty good idea of what, or in this case, who was the cause of this disturbance. There was only one thing that could make the TARDIS react like that.

"Jack Harkness… YOU…" he managed to cough out through the dust that polluted the air.

He didn't manage to get more out when suddenly he felt several pairs of hands pinning him down to the ground. "YOU'RE NICKED!" was shout he heard beside his ear.

Well there you go, chapter one. For those who got my John Barrowman reference (anything with a hole) good job. I'll try to update weekly, (I probably shall since I'm really excited about this fiction.)

Thanks for reading, and please review, it will get more exciting as the story goes on.

~Discarded Dream