DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own the Hunger Games or Doctor Who. I FINALLY FINISHED WRITING THIS STORY. It's long, just saying. :) Anyway, I figured that it's okay to have them go from canon stuff because, well, other people have made stories around minor characters in the Hunger Games going through the Games. This won't be completely a story about Rose and the Doctor going through CF and MJ, though. It has other stuff. Now, please ignore this HUGE note and enjoy the story. :)

Rose cocked her head to the side as she looked at the center of the TARDIS. Her blonde hair was pulled back and she didn't look very happy as she said, "She's acting up again, isn't she?"

"Being a bit temperamental if you ask me," the Doctor said, racing around the controls, flicking a switch and pushing a code into the panel. He looked over to Rose and said loudly, "Hold on!"

Rose barely had a moment to comprehend what he was saying before she felt her feet tipping back; she let out a yelp as she fell to the floor. The Doctor, holding tightly to a lever, was scraping around the controls as if he was on ice. Rose reached out and grabbed a simple looking lever and held on for dear life as the TARDIS spun through space, sending them spinning around.

"Hold on!" yelled the Doctor as Rose nearly let go of the lever.

Rose listened, her stomach starting to turn as a headache began to creep into her head, which was spinning around from time turbulence.

The Doctor reached out a hand and his quick, long fingers pressed several buttons before slapping a large bronze button, and suddenly Rose felt limp as the TARDIS stopped moving.

Waiting a second in case it started up again, Rose slowly sat up and looked back to the Doctor, who was straightening his leather jacket and pressing a final button or two.

"That was a bit of turbulence," said Rose, unsteadily getting to her feet. She took a couple of steps and swayed on the spot.

The Doctor looked up and immediately started toward her.

"Sorry," he said apologetically, carefully helping her catch her balance. "A bit like sea sickness, huh? Never liked that feeling."

"Thought I'd be used to this by now," said Rose as she began to recover. She looked to the door and said, "Where do you think we landed?"

The Doctor grinned his spectacular grin and said enticingly, "Want to go see where?"

"Yeah!" said Rose with a grin.

The Doctor nodded excitedly and said, "Shall we?"

"Let's," nodded Rose and the two of them, arms linked, headed to the door leading out of the TARDIS.

Their two heads popped out and Rose's face grew critical as she said to the Doctor, "Where are we?"

Before them was a whitish part of a building, and around them was a couple of mysterious looking crafts that were flying off.

The Doctor frowned, his eyebrows drawn together as he said, "I don't know."

Rose looked around and saw patterns of a circular shape on the ground. She turned to the Doctor and said, "It looks like sort of a landing site."

The Doctor stuck his hands in his pockets and walking around a few steps stiffly in a thoughtful sort of way.

"Never been to this planet before," said the Doctor. He turned back to Rose and said, tipping his head slightly, "At least, I've never seen a planet before in this sort of state. No doubt we've been here before."

Rose nodded slowly and looking around, said thoughtfully, "Where is everyone?"

"I dunno," the Doctor said, spinning around so that his back was to Rose. "I'm going to go look around."

"I'll look a bit too, then," said Rose.

The Doctor turned to her and said, "All right, but," he pointed a finger at her, "stay near the TARDIS and please for the love of everything lovely, don't wander off."

"I know," said Rose with a slightly mischievous and annoyed smile. He could be awfully protective sometimes, but with good reason. She knew that he had lost great things, and that since she was the one person in his life at the moment, she needed to not worry him.

"All right then," said the Doctor, and he walked slowly around the top of the building and disappeared out of sight.

Rose smiled and she started to look around it. She saw some of the crafts in the sky and her brow became furrowed as she watched one suddenly pop up out of thin air. It was a greyish white and was within a hundred feet of the TARDIS.

After going around with the Doctor for so long, Rose's mind immediately thought of it as a spaceship. No doubt there had to be someone from this planet on it, and she knew that they needed to speak with someone in order to know where they were. She only hoped that they took kindly to her and the Doctor.

She'd have to be careful as she slipped closer to it, watching as a ladder suddenly descended from a hole on the bottom (it was not touching the ground at all. In fact, the craft itself was several feet in the air). She knew that it could contain an enemy, someone who wouldn't want her to be in their craft.

As a precaution, before she began to climb the ladder, Rose cupped her hands and said, "Hello! Is anyone in there?"

She heard nothing in reply, and looking behind her to check and see if anyone was behind her, her hands went to the rungs and to her surprise, she felt herself becoming very still, as if she could not move at all. She tried moving but remained quite still as the ladder slowly rose into the aircraft.

Her head peeked through and she bent back her head a bit to look inside as the ladder rose into the craft. It certainly looked like a spaceship. There was metallic, rectangular chairs that stuck to the walls without bottoms; plates of steel were stuck all along the walls. Gadgets she had no idea what they were lay on stainless steel tables. She looked around carefully and saw no one.

She felt the pull that kept her still quickly wear off, and she let go of the ladder and stepped onto the floor.

Straightening, the ladder started to move downward and she thought she heard a voice behind her, but when she looked around, she didn't see anyone. She said quietly, almost to herself, "Hello?"

She heard a noise, and she saw something approaching. Realizing that it could be something that could overreact, she instantly slipped behind a large extension wall.

She looked carefully from behind the wall and her breath hitched when she realized that the person coming toward her was a human. What planet were they on? She had seen many other humans on alien planets of course, but she had been counting on a weird alien of some sort.

Wait, London had aliens and it was on Earth. Could she be on Earth still? Could she and the Doctor still be on Earth? If so, they must be far into the future for there to be spaceships likes these. Normally no one could find so many in one place except maybe a museum or . . . .

"N.A.S.A.?" Rose whispered to herself. Who hadn't heard of the man on the moon? Were they going to the moon? She had never gone out into space without the Doctor, and the thought of not going with him or the TARDIS made her feel horrible.

She felt a little queasy at the thought of leaving the Doctor when he had told her to be careful and stay near the TARDIS. She gulped and was about to make a break for the ladder when it suddenly appeared again, this time with a young woman who looked muscular and another strange looking figure.

She looked down the hall to see the other figure coming closer.

For this being a spaceship, the figure, who turned out to be a woman wasn't wearing a spacesuit (or were they in a time that there was no need for space suits? Rose wished desperately she knew where they were), but rather a strange outfit that looked professional and clownish at the same time. Her hair was set in a weird style and Rose could tell she had some tattoos.

The woman was carrying a syringe, making Rose curious as she watched the woman approach the ladder and stick the syringe into the young woman's arm.

The girl hissed and she and the strange figure below her were released, and they headed down the hall.

The woman held onto the door and she disappeared.

Rose wondered why the woman had planted something or what into the young woman's arm when the ladder reappeared again, though empty. However, as it rose completely into the ship, a lid of sorts suddenly appeared and sealed over the hole, cutting them off from anything on the ground.

Rose stepped out of her hiding spot hurriedly and immediately went to the lid when she heard something over her head, like from an intercom.

"Take off in ten seconds," said the voice, and Rose let out a scared cry as she kneeled and began to pull at the lid, the one thing that was keeping her from her escape and her Doctor.

She frantically scratched at it, but it seemed to be magnetically stuck into the floor. The countdown looming over her head, Rose took a deep breath, trying to keep calm as the voice said, "Three, two, one."

At once, Rose felt like someone who pulling her backward. She fell back and her stomach leapt and with a groan, she realized she was reliving the feels of a raising aircraft.

"Oh no," she whispered frantically to herself. She slowly stood up after a moment, her mind reeling, but only processing one thing: She was away from the Doctor, and there was no way she could get out of this spaceship when it was in the air.

Rose looked around frantically, and found a window on the other side of the semi-narrow room, which was really more of a hallway. She hurried to the window and plastering her hands against the pane, she let out a horrified gasp. The place where she and the Doctor had landed was disappearing fast. They were nearly one hundred feet into the air already, and they were rising higher, and were moving far from the landing zone.

Rose gulped and her fingers raised and started to go through her hair, knocking out the band that was holding her ponytail. There was only two ways she could think of to get out of here: one, she would have to wait until the craft landed and get out somehow. Or two, she could find the other humans (for there had to be some driving this craft, unless, of course, they were not humans but aliens) and see if she could get help, even if they were evil. They were going to be the only way she could get out of this spaceship.

She cautiously started walking down to her left, which took her to a different part of the aircraft. Around her were doors and grey floors. She gulped slightly when she came to the end of the aircraft.

Carefully peeking out from behind a corner, she looked through a doorway. She could see the girl and the other figure. The figure looked incredibly hideous. It was a man, Rose noticed after a moment of thinking him female. He was wearing purple, tons of purple, and had a creepy looking haircut. Tattoos dug into his skin and Rose couldn't help but give a subtle wince when she saw that his fingers were embedded with diamonds.

Next to him wearing a green shirt and black pants and sporting a large bump on her arm was the girl, mid-twenties, with long, cascading curls that was pulled up into a high ponytail.

Both look unapproachable, but Rose knew that they were the only people that could help her. She was just about to get to them when the girl snapped, "I wonder how many tributes I get to kill this year."

Rose instantly shuddered and moved back a little. She caught her breath as she tried to calm down. Okay. This girl was planning to murder these . . . tributes. Rose now thought that this was a time that she needed to stay as calm as possible and wait for the spaceship to land. She knew she didn't know where it might land, but as she could see, the weird man and the girl weren't wearing spacesuits either, so hopefully, the planet (or ship, who knew) they landed on had air.

She leaned against the wall and found herself slipping down it into a sitting position. She took a deep breath and said, "Calm down, Rose. You'll get out of here, and, somehow, you'll find a way to contact the Doctor. He'll save you." She leaned back and sighed softly. She hoped that he would.


"Hello? Is anyone here?" said the Doctor, walking around slowly, his eyes looking about for signs of life. "Anyone a'tall?"

He was walking around the white thing which he discovered to be a dome that was on top of the place he and Rose had landed. Looking around, judging by circles on the ground and the fact that there was a lot wind, thinking him to be on a roof, it was no doubt a sort of landing pad.

Where there's a landing pad, there's bound to be aircrafts, and where there's aircrafts, there's beings flying them. The Doctor just wasn't sure where the beings (or the aircrafts, frankly) were.

"Hello?" he said, and no one answered. He shrugged and decided to head back to the TARDIS to wait for Rose and see if she had encountered anyone.

He could hear an aircraft getting ready to leave as he approached the TARDIS. He sauntered toward his time machine and looked beyond it. He was always a bit fascinated with other ships. He was a bit of a tinkerer, and ships were one of the things he liked tinkering with.

"Rose?" he called out nonchalantly, "Rose?"

He turned around in a little circle and said, "Rose, where are you?"

A bit puzzled, he went to check to see if she was behind the TARDIS. He didn't see her there, and confused, he looked around, and that was when he saw his companion's shoes disappear into one of the spaceships.

"Rose?" he asked questioningly as he began to walk toward the craft, which sounded like its engine was running.

He had walked a few yards over when he saw two more beings entering the craft and another human exiting it. Oh, good, someone to talk to. He quickly walked faster, though somewhere in his mind he wondered why Rose hadn't stopped the woman (for it was a female) and asked her.

He was almost at the craft when suddenly the ladder that the woman had been climbing folded up and the opening closed. His eyes went wide and his stomach went queasy when he saw the craft begin to move up, up and away.

"ROSE!" he yelled, but he didn't hear an answer at all. This was fairly bad.

He gulped and rushed to the woman who had just exited the craft, who was carrying a syringe and seemed to be ignoring him.

"Wait, wait!" he yelled, "that ship can't go! You have to stop it! Rose!"

"What?" the woman said in a voice that sounded high-pitched.

"Rose is in that ship! Rose Tyler, my companion! Rose, blonde hair, brown eyes, purple shirt, black pants! C'mon!" said the Doctor rapidly. "She's only nineteen and she's my responsibility and she's in that craft that just left and where does it go?"

The woman looked at him and began to run.

"Wait, please, we need to bring back that craft!" the Doctor said, pointing to it.

"HELP!" the woman yelled with a tone that sounded like she was saying a question.

The Doctor began to breath, heavily and quickly, as he watched the craft disappear into the clouds. Up there was Rose, someone he swore to protect.

"Her mother's not going to be too happy about this," said the Doctor quietly to himself in a worried voice.

He looked back to where the woman had gone and he noticed instead of the woman there was several white suited people who looked like the authorities.

"Oh, good, police, I need you, Rose-"

"Hands up and do not move in the name of President Snow and the Capitol!" said one of the figures.

The Doctor raised his hands, though he hadn't a clue why. He hadn't done anything. All he wanted to do was get Rose back.

He took a calming breath and said, "Good morning, officers. Um, I need a bit of help with something, you see-"

"No talking!" said the same figure, who the Doctor figured to be a man by the voice, which sounded masculine, though a bit high-pitched, like the woman's had been.

"Why not? I need to tell you-!"

"Stop talking in the name of the Capitol!"

"Capitol?" the Doctor said, turning slowly to take in the place, the name of which he knew now. "This is the Capitol?" he continued, turning to face the figures.

"I said stop talking!"

"What-"

"Hello, Peacekeepers," the Doctor heard a new voice say. He turned his eyes to see a man walking toward him. The man looked out of place in a suit, and had yellowish skin and greasy, blonde hair.

The Peacekeepers (as they were called) immediately put down their guns to their sides and the one that had been addressing the Doctor said, "Oh, Mr. Abernathy. Do you know this man?"

"Yeah, yeah, he's with me," said Mr. Abernathy, waving a hand. "He's . . . um . . a sponsor I was talking to."

He looked to the Doctor, who, though he knew nothing about what this man said, went along with, "Yeah, just wandered off looking for him."

"The negotiating room is three stories down," said the Peacekeeper.

The Doctor smiled and said, "Had to park my car. It's awfully hard finding parking spaces here, you know."

"Well, yes, of course," the Peacekeeper said, for he was a bit perplexed as to why this sponsor was parking his car on the roof. He shook his head, decided to not ask about how he did it, and said, "All right, but you have to leave now. The Games are starting soon."

"Ahh, yes, the Games," said the Doctor, nodding his head. Still having his hands up, he turned to Mr. Abernathy and said, "Shall we continue downstairs?"

"Yes, let's," and with Mr. Abernathy leading him to the elevator, the Doctor gave the Peacekeepers a slight wave.

Once the elevator's doors closed and Mr. Abernathy hit a button, they both turned to each other, Mr. Abernathy saying in an angry and annoyed voice, "Who are you?" and the Doctor saying, "Where's Rose?"

"Who's Rose?" Mr. Abernathy asked, confused.

"Ah, Rose. Rose Tyler is my companion, traveling companion," said the Doctor, "and at the moment, she's disappeared in one of the those aircrafts that's gone, and I need to get her back."

Mr. Abernathy sighed and said, "Okay, who are you?"

"You can call me the Doctor, Mr. Abernathy," replied the Doctor.

"Haymitch, actually. Just the Doctor?"

"Yeah, yeah, just the Doctor." He looked curiously around the elevator and said, "Where are we?"

"The Capitol," spat Haymitch.

"I meant which planet," said the Doctor, turning to look at Haymitch.

Haymitch looked annoyed as he said, "Earth. Panem."

"Panem," said the Doctor slowly, "never heard of that place."

"This used to be called America," said Haymitch, "that is, until the Capitol got its hands on it."

"Oh, so this is North America, then?" the Doctor said. "Fascinating, now tell me." He looked at Haymitch dead in the eyes and said firmly and seriously, "Where is Rose?"

Haymitch looked at him for a moment before the Doctor added, "I just saw her leave in one of those aircrafts. Where are they headed?"

Haymitch looked at the Doctor as if he was an alien of some sort (of course, he was) as they stepped out of the elevator. "They're headed to the arena."

The Doctor began to drain of color as he turned pale, and following Haymitch, he said, "What's the arena?"

"Don't tell me you don't know what an arena is, Doc," moaned Haymitch as they began to walk down the halls, which were becoming crowded.

"I know what an arena is, Haymitch, but what for?" asked the Doctor. His eyes widened as he said, "Don't tell me that gladiators are back in style."

"Not really. They're a bit like gladiators, though," grumbled Haymitch. "It's called the Hunger Games. Twenty-four kids go in, one comes out. They have to kill each other."

"Kids? KIDS are forced to KILL each other?" the Doctor said incredulously, horrified by the idea.

"Yeah. This year, because it's a quarter, the Capitol is mixing it up a bit. Victors are going in instead of regular kids. People who've won before."

"How long has this been happening?" the Doctor asked as they came to the end of the hall of elevators and walked into a large room. The Doctor's eyes went back to their normal shape and he said quietly, "That's a lot of people."

Around the big room was a bunch of people. Most looked like clowns, and they were clambering toward a counter, behind which were 22 people, all looking significantly different than the other people.

"What's going on here?" asked the Doctor as he followed Haymitch, for the man was beginning to make his way through the crowded room.

"Sponsors are putting their money on their favorite tributes," explained Haymitch irritably, shoving aside a young woman who looked like she was from a Shakespearean play. "It's a betting room. Are you stupid or something?"

"Is there a little shop of sorts? I do love little shops," the Doctor said absentmindedly before he shook his head and looked back to Haymitch, saying loudly and quickly, "but these Games, they have to kill each other?"

Haymitch turned to him as the crowd brought them near each other against and asked, "Did you bump your head or something or are you just brainless?"

The Doctor decided not to take that to heart and merely said, "I have to get Rose out of there. Is there any way I can get her out before she goes into the arena?"

"The Peacekeepers can catch her and try her as a criminal for ruining the Games," said Haymitch sardonically before turning and making his way to the counter.

The Doctor shook his head. "She's too smart to get caught by anyone. Will she be on the craft when it comes back?" He said this last hopefully.

"Probably not. They get searched to make sure everyone's off," said Haymitch, and the Doctor's face fell.

"Is there any way where she doesn't get hurt?" asked the Doctor.

Haymitch sighed as he tugged up a piece of the counter and made his way behind the counter, "Only if she wins the Games, Doc. Ugh, I need a drink."

"She has to win the Games?" asked the Doctor. He was once again panicking on the inside. The only way to win the Games was to kill people, and he knew Rose would not kill a person. She would never kill a human or even an alien. She needed to get out, though. He was most definitely not having her die on his watch, or on anyone else's, for that matter.

"Haymitch, we need to make sure she wins," the Doctor said as he hurried after Haymitch, who was entering one of the twelve doors lining the wall.

They entered a room filled with computer screens. The wall opposite the wall was covered in different sized screens, like a collage. Comfortable chairs were in front of it and a coffee table. To the door's left and right was a buffet and a strange servant looking person. Beds were in a corner and a private bathroom. It almost looked like you could survive days in here.

Haymitch sank into one of the chairs and said darkly, "'Fraid I can't let that happen, Doc."

"Why not?" the Doctor asked leaning over one the other chair's back, "why not? She's nineteen, so I made a promise to her mother-"

"I don't care if you made a freaking promise to Snow," hissed Haymitch, who was looking even more tired. "Have you ever thought that maybe there's people going in that arena that I want to win?"

"Who?" the Doctor asked in a curious and quiet voice.

"Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark, the star-crossed lovers of District Twelve, both from my district. I promised the girl that the boy would survive, and it's a promise I intend to keep," said Haymitch before turning away from the Doctor.

The Doctor, mouth open, agape, said, "No, no, no, no, there has to be a way into there. I need to save her. I need her safe."

Silence filled the room. The only noise was the heavy sound of the Doctor's breathing. There-there had to be a craft he could hitch a ride on to get to her, there had to be a room he could answer that could stop the craft-

He turned and hurried to the door, but as soon as he opened it, he was met with the deafening sound of cheering Capitol citizens, bills in their hands as they tried to get to the sponsor table.

There was no way he could get through there. Even if he did, there would be Peacekeepers wondering why he was up there again. The crafts could have all already left. He gulped as he hoped that the TARDIS would be taken as a normal looking car in this strange looking city. He closed the door.

The hand that was holding the knob tightly was covered in sweat as he let go of the knob. His stomach plummeted. No. Not Rose. Not his companion. Not the only person who made him open up and feel better and not feel so awful and lonely and pained about Gallifrey. The only person he could rely on, the only person he could confide in.

The only person he knew he loved. No. Not Rose.

Haymitch's voice behind him said, "Ya know, if she survives until the end, I can get her out of there."

"What?" the Doctor said, turning around, a flicker of hope in his voice.

Haymitch sighed and said, "I guess, when . . . . if she lives until the end, I can save her."

"How?" asked the Doctor, "why can't you save her now?"

"It's complicated," said Haymitch, looking like he didn't want to discuss it any further.

"Promise that you can get her out, though?" asked the Doctor seriously.

Haymitch said after a moment of inward deliberation, "Yep," and pointed to one of the chairs. "Might as well get comfy to watch the Games."

The Doctor quietly walked over and settled himself down into his chair. He felt guilty, very guilty, about Rose, and he wished desperately that he had a way to get her out. She could die within minutes. Thing is, there was nothing he could do but wait and watch his best friend try to survive almost certain death.

There was nothing worse he wanted to do.

I hope you liked it, and thank you for reading!