THE GALLIFREY CHRONICLES, A NEW WAR

Author note chapter 1 is now up. If Doctor who was mine there would have being no Time war and Romana would have stayed with the Doctor.. Please review it helps me as a writer and inspires me to update quickly. Beta read by Forestwater. Thank you to Brownbug for reviewing.

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Jack sat in his office. There had been no rift activity for weeks, and another quiet day meant another day of sifting through the growing amount of paperwork he'd ignored for months. He wasn't sure if that was because nobody had bothered doing the paperwork or that their happy little group was shrinking rapidly. Most of the time it seemed like he was the only person at Torchwood.

Suddenly there was an almighty crash that shook the hub, spilling coffee and paper all over the floor. He grabbed his coat and sprinted out of the office. He spotted an old red battered telephone box that hadn't been there before. Of course, telephone boxes didn't just fall out of the sky, and he had a feeling that he knew what did, and might fall disguised as something else.

The windows were smashed, the door was almost off its hinges; this TARDIS -- if his hunch was right -- was a wreck. He slipped inside and looked around in awe. Controls were smashed, pieces of metal and plastic were strewn everywhere, and the ceiling was falling down in parts. It looked nothing like the Doctor's TARDIS, that was for sure. He inspected it all, careful not to touch anything, and hurried outside. He almost tripped on the prone body of a girl; she looked as if she'd been crawling out of the mess and had collapsed there. Blood was seeping through her hair and trickling down the sides of her face. He scooped her up and carried her into the Torchwood building.

The girl lay motionless on the bed. Her eyes were still closed, but the blood had clotted. There was a white bandage wrapped snugly around her head, though it didn't really matter. If Jack's suspicions about the girl were right, she would be healed within a matter of hours.

She stirred, causing Jack to jump. Her eyes flicked open, and she was suddenly aware of the hard mattress beneath her and the white ceiling above. Realizing it was some kind of medical room, she tried to lift her head but let it fall back against the pillow with a groan of pain. For a moment she couldn't remember how she came to be here, but slowly managed to piece bits of memories together. The only problem was that she didn't know what order they came in, or when they had happened. The Time War, her TARDIS crashing and falling. . . . It was something, at least. But she couldn't remember the memories in full. They were just fragments that she couldn't make sense of.

Just be glad that you remember something, she told herself. It'll all come back.

She was startled out of her thoughts by a voice next to her head. "Are you all right?" When she turned her head, she saw a youngish man with brown hair and a kind face. Once he saw that she was lucid, he said, "I'm Captain Jack Harkness. Who are you?"

She paused. "My name . . ." She tried to focus but her mind was blank. "I was in the TARDIS and it crashed and I don't know. I don't remember." Who am I? she demanded to herself.

Wolf.

That meant something, though she wasn't sure what. Was that part of her name? And it didn't feel complete; it was something wolf. Black wolf? Red wolf? The big bad wolf? No, they all sounded wrong. She tried to focus, but she felt dizzy, and her thoughts were slipping away from her . . .

White Wolf. That was the name she chosen back home. She was sure of it. And there was another name.

Emmaline.

"I'm the White Wolf," Emmaline replied, her heart lifting as she remembered who she was.

Jack looked curiously at her. "Your name is the White Wolf?"

"Yes, it is."

Jack shrugged, and leaned back in his chair, cracking his knuckles and looking a little uncomfortable. "Um, Wolf . . . According to a few rudimentary tests we did when I found you, it says you are a Time Lord." He leaned forward, fixing her with his gaze. "But the Time Lords are gone."

"What, like gone on a holiday?" The words Time Lords echoed in her mind. She was a Time Lord, but that wasn't the correct word. She just had to think . . .

Lady.

"Time Lady," she finally said..

Jack shook his head. "Gallifrey has gone, a Time War destroyed it. The Doctor said so."

Emmaline gasped. The Doctor? He was still alive? But the Lord President had told her he was dead. She pulled herself up, swinging her legs over the bed and wondering how much to tell him. She didn't know him, and he did tests on her while she was asleep . . . but she didn't know anyone else, and he knew the Doctor. "Its not gone, Jack. This I am sure of." She jumped of the bed and hurried out of the room, racing through the corridor beyond.

Jack sighed. What was it with Time Lords and always needing to run? Not that he had actually met many Time Lords -- only two as of now, and only one that he cared to meet again. He finally managed to catch up with her in the hub, grabbing her arm. "White Wolf, huh? Don't you have a real name?"

"It is a real name." Emmaline didn't seem to notice or care that people were in the room, or that they were staring at her. Jack decided to ignore them as well and grabbed her shoulders.

"If you are from Gallifrey then you should know the Doctor. The Master?" Emmaline shuddered at the Master's name. Of any Time Lord she would rather not meet -- and there were plenty of them -- the Master was the worst. There was something dark inside him, something corrupt and insane. Ignoring Jack's question, she looked at her feet.

You are a Time Lord. You don't have to take any of this. You are above this. She met his eyes, lifting her chin and standing up a little straighter. "You know, maybe I do," she said, pulling away from him. "But I don't have to tell you anything."

"I'm not the enemy." Something wasn't right. He had heard about the Time War from the Doctor, and he didn't believe the Doctor was wrong. In the whole of the cosmos it was reported that the Time War had destroyed Gallifrey and that there were few survivors. As far as he knew, only the Doctor and the Master had survived.

While he was mulling this over, that voice in Emmaline's mind, the one that had told her who she was and what she was worth, spoke up again: Get out of here.

It had been right so far. She turned and leapt at a glass window, praying that it was weak enough to shatter under her weight. Luckily, it was, and it was a short drop to the ground. She landed on the grass and took off, listening to her footsteps match her heartbeat and hoping that her inner voice would know what to do next.

She didn't have any other choice.

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