Artificial Light

Disclaimer: I'm not Teh Moff, therefore, I don't own Doctor Who, as much as I might be looking forward to the appearance of Matt Smith after watching 'Party Animals' yesterday! *squee!*

A/N: OMG! Look! A *PLOT*! I know, I'm as shocked as you are. This may contain traces of Eleven/Amy but this fic has an actual, honest-to-god, bona fide plot. It feels weird using a plot...I'm not used to it...It makes me use the word 'plot' waaaaaay too many times in one AN...Sorry! Anyway, moving on! This is my first Eleven fic and I think I tried to kid myself that I'm Teh Moff (which I'm not!) and this came out. It's a bit odd right now and I'm still figuring out exactly where it's going but hopefully (*crosses fingers*), it'll be 'alright on the night'. It's not a crossover, but it's a bit like a mash-up of Doctor Who and Torchwood...think Glee without the singing and add in some aliens...alright, it's nothing like Glee, I just like the mash-up episode...and I've taken inspiration from various DW episodes, like 42 and Blink, and also Children of Earth. Hope it's ok! I'll try to post regularly! So...um, enjoy, I guess!

A/N Take Two: Please remember that all reviews are greatly appreciated so once you've finished reading, have a go at pressing the purdy li'l button at the bottom of the page...Pretty please with an even prettier Time Lord on top?

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Message From UNIT

The phones buzzed incessantly, hundreds of people frantically fielding unanswerable calls with the necessary 'No Comment' approach. The whole world had gone mad that morning; reports of people being possessed and seeing spaceships floating in the atmosphere were just the tip of the iceberg. Mr Sampson, head of the Governmental E.T. Division, was having a rough day.

"Message from UNIT HQ, sir."

"Yes, Miss Crabtree, what is it?" Mr Sampson's reply was long-suffering and hinted at his rampant insomnia.

Lily Crabtree checked the post-it note on her computer screen and looked back up at her boss, eyes wide and terrified. "It just says…'Turn off the lights'."

Mr Sampson didn't move, his every muscle welded into position. He turned his head slowly, almost mechanically, towards the light switch on the far wall. As soon as he looked at it, the lights dimmed and flickered, and he knew. "Miss Crabtree?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Don't turn your back. Look straight at me. Make your way over the light switch and turn them off."

"But…"

"No buts, no questions! That's an order, Miss Crabtree! Just turn off the lights…and run."

She walked towards the light switch as calmly as possible, dodging runners doing errands and harassed looking phone operators. She placed her index finger on the plain white plastic of the switch and flicked it. The lights were extinguished, but the room was filled with a blinding white light. The phones kept ringing, on and on; an incessant trilling chime. No one was answering them. She turned on the spot as quickly as she dared.

Everyone was standing perfectly still, arms hanging limp by their sides, hands curled into fists. Their eyes were open and she found the source of the eerie light; it blasted out from their faces, from their eyes and silent screams.

"We. Are. The. Light. And. We. Have. Chosen. You."

Everything went black.