A/N: Hey guys! I'm really sorry, it's been quite a while, huh? I've been busy with school, and some problems arose as well. I made this chapter a wee longer, and I'm hoping my next updates will be like this, or longer! Thank you so much for the reviews, follows, and favorites! It warms the very core of my heart just to see one of the alerts in my inbox. Without further ado, here is the next chapter y'alls!

Rose Marion Tyler, also known as Bad Wolf, Defender of the Earth, and an ex-companion of the Doctor sat in the mucky Torchwood One prison cell, waiting for the voices upstairs to bring her up for interrogation. As it turns out, threatening the head of Torchwood is never a good idea if all you have is your word and no identity. She could hear them talking about the famed Doctor who saved the Earth (multiple times in fact), and how such an "incredible" man could have chosen such a lowly Cockney as a companion. She snorted, "Why, he wouldn't want a little whiny-"

Her thoughts were interrupted by a high pitched whine. The sound of a smooth automated voice rang throughout the hub.

"Attention. Security threat level 045. Prisoners in level four to five have escaped. Attention. Security threat level 045."

Rose's eyes widened. In her universe, the prisoners in level four to five held all the Weevils. If this was the same case, and if all of them escaped, there would be a lot of trouble indeed.

The last couple of weeks were terrible for one Captain Jack Harkness. Last week, their machines caught the biggest spike in arton energy in quite a while. Convinced that it was something big or threatening, he had called two other teams from separate Torchwood branches as backup, only to end up as a laughing stock in an empty alleyway and a curious, awestruck, pimply teen from a nearby new stand that he would have to retcon later. On Monday, the coffee machine broke; causing everyone to have to get their fix at the closest coffee shop that opened early enough, which unfortunately had to be Starbucks. On Wednesday, Ianto caught the flu, so not only was his favorite eye candy missing, but Owen was absolute rubbish in drink making. Just yesterday, he had gotten his hopes up when he thought he heard the familiar sound of the Tardis, but when he went out to check, the most interesting thing to be seen was an angry Scottish man yelling at some man. And now here he was getting an alert for help from the Canary Wharf branch for some missing Weevils. He pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling older than he looked, maybe even wanting to quit this job and live in the countryside and spend some days looking for a slippery Time Lord, and also wishing that he had finished the paperwork that he had been delaying for half a week.

"Hey boss, you ready?" Gwen came swooping in, with at least three guns ready and loaded strapped to her legs. He looked up, and put on his charming smile, so as not to let them see that he was just so, so tired.

"Aren't I always?" he replied with a wink.

"Doctor! You told me we were going to visit Brazil!" came the angry voice of a certain ginger Scottish. The Doctor cringed, this was the fourth time he had attempted to fly them to Brazil, and he really thought that this would be it. He ducked under the console, hoping that she would look for him in the kitchen or library. His hopes were shattered when the sound of her loud footsteps became louder, and two feet stopped under his nose.

"Tell me Doctor," she quipped, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the door," does this look like Brazil to you?" She gestured towards the door, and the Tardis willingly swung it open. Parked right in front of them was a red double-decked bus, complete with gawking tourists and their nosy cameras. He could feel the Tardis laughing at him in his mind, but he was too old to play along with her childish antics (at least that's what he liked to pretend). He leapt out of the Tardis, and waved to the tourists, grinning madly.

"Hello great people of. . .er, " he looked at Amy, hoping that she would help him. She merely crossed her arms and gave him a smirk. ". . .of wherever you come from! Welcome to London!"

Amy rolled her eyes, but she let out a laugh. "Brazil, remember Doctor? I'm not wearing this for cold, cloudy London!" she said, gesturing to her sundress and sandals.

"Right, Pond. Brazil here we come!" he snapped his fingers and ran back to the console, placing his hand on a lever.

"Yeah, and that's what you said last time."

"Did I?"

"And the time before that, and the other time before that, let's not forget about the-"

"Right, well you know what they say, fifth time's the charm!" Amy grinned and gripped the railing, expecting the familiar toss-and-turn of the Tardis dematerializing when the Doctor twirled around the console. She was promptly surprised when nothing happened, save for the Doctor slapping a button in frustration and yelling,"No, no, no! Old girl, why?"

"What happened, Doctor?" Amy asked, balancing on her feet and striding to him.

"She's not letting us go. Sorry, Pond, but Brazil will have to wait." he stared intently at the monitor, and began flicking some switches.

"What's the matter now?" she replied, pouting like a petulant toddler. The Doctor grinned, pinched her left cheek, and grabbed his coat from the spring seat nearby and started searching his pockets for his trusty sonic screwdriver.

"You might want to change, Amy, it looks like we're running today."

Meanwhile, in the Torchwood base in Canary Wharf, practically everyone was in a frenzy. Rose could hear pacing and yells from above her, as well as some screeching from her neighbors next door. Rose, herself, felt like going mad. After a week a freedom, staying in a room for more than a few hours was suffocating. She hadn't slept in a week, wanting to avoid being in a room for too long. She was pulled from her thoughts abruptly when she heard the whirring of the lift. After a few sharp footsteps, the door that she had been staring at for the last hour swung open. That one petite, mousy girl that defended her in the interrogation earlier stood decked out in field uniform and breathless.

"You're coming with us." Rose immediately leapt up from her seat and practically ran towards the woman, grateful to escape her confinement. She was just about the step out the door, when the woman grabbed her arms and pinned her against the wall.

"Max wants to make sure you won't be able to escape. Sorry, honey." she explained quickly, probably hoping that her explanation would stop Rose from fighting back. Her arms were, once again, uncomfortably bent behind her back, but she simply nodded and allowed the other woman to lead the way.

"My name's Ellie by the way." she chirped cheerfully.

"Marion Smith." Rose replied back blankly, missing the look of disbelief on Ellie's face.

"Oh come on, we both know that isn't your real name. I've been caught taking way too many sick leaves by Max to know that he is a really good lie detector. There's really no point in lying, I don't think Max is willing to let you go soon, at least, not until we get to the bottom of who you are." Rose smiled at the girl's naivety, she must have sounded exactly like this when she was travelling with the Doctor.

"There's no point in telling you my name. I'm supposed to be dead." she countered. She almost chuckled at the wide-eyed look that Ellie displayed. The rest of the ride up was in silence, something that Rose would soon yearn for.

As soon as the lift's doors opened, she could see utter chaos. Max was red-faced, and yelling at two men that must have been the security patrollers based on the amount of curses he threw at them. The amount of agents appeared to have doubled in size and they were in two separate groups shouting at each other. Rose could practically feel the tension rolling off of everyone. Ellie noticeably winced and looked sheepishly at the ground.

"Some of us at the interrogation thought that you might be able to help, but Max and some others from the Swindon branch that came over to help with the Weevils, well, very strongly disagreed." she explained pointing at poor George who sported a broken wrist and now a newly formed black eye, "I managed to sneak away and get you when that happened."

Rose felt a hint of smugness, "How long as Max been leading you guys?"

Ellie muttered softly," He was the Captain of the Edinburgh branch, but someone over there complained, and they shifted him over here. He's been here for only two months."

At this point the noise had only increased, and it looked like another fight was about to break out among the two groups. Rose had taken in enough of this, she had singlehandedly lead Torchwood right before Pete had died, and frankly, Max looked like he was about to burst a vein, so she displayed one of her finest talents that she had learned from the Doctor; she shut them up.

"FINGERS ON LIPS!" she bellowed. The effect was immediate; everybody straightened up and looked at the handcuffed blonde. "Still have that then." she murmured under her breath.

"I'm sorry, but who the hell are you?" came from an obnoxious brawny man from the side. Max, whose face was just beginning to turn back to normal, strode quickly towards them, and as he came closer, his face seemed to morph into purple.

"Who the hell let her out?" he angrily whispered. He spotted Ellie meekly hiding behind Rose, and pulled her to the side. "What are you doing?! You're making us, no, ME look incompetent. I don't need some blonde little- what did you call her-yes, a little chav, telling me what to do!"

Rose smirked, "For the record, mate, everyone can hear what you're saying. No matter how quiet you whisper it. Oh and yes, we all already think you're incompetent."

He whipped around, his beady eyes growing even smaller, "Don't get me-"

Rose, who was trying to channel her inner Doctor, merely turned her back and ignored him. She addressed the whole room, "You're all here because of those Weevils, yeah?"

Nobody said anything; she could have sworn she could hear a pin drop from Raxacoricofallapatorius.

Ellie piped up from behind her,"Yes, ma'am."

Rose turned and grinned encouragingly at her, "Then why aren't we out there kicking some Weevil butt?"

"We're waiting for the Cardiff team, they owe us a favour." Surprisingly, this remark came from Max, who was sitting dejectedly on a chair.

She raised an eyebrow at him, "The longer we wait, the further they get."

Max sighed, "Yeah, I know, but the Cardiff team has the best Captain, and the most experience with rogue Weevils."

"How much longer do you think 'til they get here?"

"Probably in just a few." he informed curtly.

"Good, just one more little thing, will somebody get me out of these handcuffs!" Rose demanded, nodding her head over her shoulder. Ellie looked at Max, who, in turn, nodded hesitantly.

"Fine, but I do not want any funny business. If I get any notion that you're going to try to escape or betray us, do not think for one second that I will not hesitate to shoot you dead."

She flexed her wrists and rotated her shoulders, absently noting what he said. "Yeah, yeah, got it."

"I swear, if you think I'm bluffing-"

"Alright," she interjected, snapping her head up to examine the group carefully, "so, I think you should separate into five different groups, preferably with people you prefer though, yeah?"

Someone stood up, "No offense, but who are you? And why are we suddenly getting orders from you?"

"Oh, I love this part." Rose confessed; ready to give her customary introduction. She could practically hear Max rolling his eyes. "I'm-",

The lift door opened.

"Rosie. Your name's Rosie."

I'm sorry I left that off at a bit of a cliffhanger.

Okay I'm not that sorry. Anyway, things totally did not go according to my plan in this chapter. As it turns out, I added three old favorites. Oh, and I've been meaning to ask, how are you guys like the new 12th Doctor? Personally, I think he's my new favorite, I can't wait for next season! See you guys next time!

-Forrest