Man, I'd wanted to post this chapter days ago in celebration of Doctor Who's 50th Anniversary (The Day of the Doctor was AMAZING!), but this site was acting up on my computer so I couldn't post it. :P Anyway, here's chapter 2. It's been sitting in my files for a few months now and all I have written so far, but I think that this arc in the story should be done either the next chapter, or one more after it, then I'll move on to writing the Stone Rose story arc. I hope you like it. Enjoy and please review! :D


Chapter 2: Aliens Exist?!

"AHHHH!"

Saguru reacted to the scream instantly, taking off across the street, past the sports store, and into the alleyway on the other side of a neighboring store – Clair's Jewelers – where he found a woman screaming over another body – male – that was slumped against the wall next to the rubbish bins. He gently maneuvered the woman away from the body and felt along the man's neck for a pulse, but couldn't find one. The man wasn't breathing either. He was dead, and just like George Crowley and Carol Marsden, where were no signs of a struggle. The man was slumped against the rubbish bins as if he'd just sat down for a nap. His body was still warm though, which meant that he hadn't died that long ago.

"Oh my God!"

Glancing up, Saguru saw that Rose and the Doctor had followed him again. Rose had a hand over her mouth in shock as she stood next to the sobbing woman who'd found the body. The Doctor, meanwhile, crouched down beside Saguru and pulled out a small cylindrical object with a blue light at the tip. He appeared to be scanning the body with it, the device making strange whirring sounds as he moved it. The Doctor quickly retracted the device and slipped open a clear center part, muttering under his breath.

"Traces of heximano particles… same as the girl in the park. Very curious," the Doctor mused.

"Hexi… what?" Saguru frowned. "What is that device?"

"Ah, well," the Doctor stammered, looking very guilty as he tucked the strange object away.

Saguru would have pressed him further for an answer but there was a distant crash coming from further down the alleyway. Looking up, Saguru spotted a lumbering shape turning a corner. He didn't waste any time racing after the retreating figure and could hear the Doctor come scrambling after him.

"Rose, stay with her and call that Bronski bloke," he heard the Doctor shout as they gave chase after the possible suspect.

"Wait! Where are you going?!" Rose cried after them.

"Just stay there! Detective Saguru and I'll be back in a tick!" the Doctor told her.

It was a long chase. They were ducking through more alleyways, hopping a few fences and across yards, but Saguru was confidant that they were gaining on the suspect. After chasing KID and ducking through the thief's mazes of tricks for the last two years, such escape tactics didn't faze him in the slightest.

"Blimey, you can run," the Doctor remarked, as he just barely made a clear jump over another fence. Saguru was impressed that the Doctor didn't appear to be that out of breath and was keeping up with him.

"I've had a lot of practice," Saguru bit out as they rounded another corner and found themselves at a dead end where a big hunched figure wearing a large hooded coat stood with their back to Saguru and the Doctor.

Saguru slipped his small caliber handgun out of the hidden holster under his suit jacket and raised it towards the suspect, but had its nozzle pointed at the ground. He wouldn't shoot as long as it wasn't necessary, but he'd been in enough situations like this before, to know it was better to remain armed. Out of the corner of his eye, he noted that the Doctor was looking at his firearm wearily and with obvious distaste. The man clearly didn't like guns.

"Freeze!" Hakuba called out to the suspect. "I'm Detective Saguru Hakuba, consultant for the police. I ask that… you…"

Saguru trailed off as the figure turned around, revealing itself and rendering him speechless. What was standing in front of him wasn't human. It was humanoid in shape, but it's skin was dark purple and scaly, with black feathers for hair. It's eyes were orange with slits like a snake's, but it's face resembled that of a gorilla's. Whatever the creature was, it was baring its teeth at Saguru and they were long, thin, and pointed like needles.

"Oh, look at you!" the Doctor gasped. "You beauty! You're a Sharsnalla!"

Saguru wanted to stare incredulously at the Doctor because frankly he found this creature to be rather hideous, but he didn't dare loose sight of the nightmare standing before him, not even for a second.

The beast – the Sharsnalla – roared at them and took a menacing step forward.

"Oh, that's not good," the Doctor informed him nervously. "She thinks we're challenging her. You might want to put your gun away, Saguru. It's really not helping."

Saguru only nodded numbly as he slipped the gun back into its holster. Some part of him was questioning his sanity seeing as he was putting away his only weapon and means of defense, but the Sharsnalla had stopped snarling, so he told that logical part of his brain to shut up. He didn't have any use for it at the moment, not in this illogical situation anyway. Logic went out the window the moment his suspect turned into some creature from Harry Potter's world.

"There, now," the Doctor grinned again. "Sorry bout that, Ma'am. He's young and inexperienced in these sort of affairs."

"So I can see," grumbled the beast in a surprisingly high and breathy feminine voice. "These humans rarely are. But you appear to be well informed. And you don't smell like these lower degenerate apes. Of what species are you?"

It… she… could talk. Lovely. And was she saying that the Doctor wasn't human?

"Oh, I'm nobody important from nowhere in particular," the Doctor shrugged, bouncing on his toes while flashing the Sharsnalla a smile. "Just a wanderer, really. Though you are a long way from home. Sharsitkna is galaxies away. What brings you to Earth?"

Aaaand the conversation just went way over Saguru's poor confused head.

"I'm pursuing an escaped bounty," the snake-gorilla creature sniffed. "A Baskiiva broke loose from its cell on my ship and commandeered an escape pod. My crew and I managed to shoot it down, but not before it got pulled into Earth's gravitational pull. It crash landed and I've traced it here."

"Oh my. A Baskiiva?" the Doctor hissed before looking at Saguru. "Nasty things. They can kill just by looking at someone directly in the eye. Well Saguru, I think we just discovered the identity of your three victims' murderer."

"Ah… why were you, uh… in the alley?" Saguru managed to choke out as he addressed the creature – alien – standing in front of him.

"I said I'd tracked it to this area, didn't I?" the Sharsnalla said, narrowing her eyes at Saguru. Her tone oozed with superiority. "I must have just missed it. It's a quick bugger. I was pursuing it when you started chasing me. I lost it, obviously, thanks to you."

"Ah… sorry," Saguru mumbled, shocked.

"So we're looking for the same thing then," the Doctor mused.

"No. I'm looking for the Baskiiva. You two are staying out of my way," the Sharsnalla hissed. "It's my prey. Besides, what could a human and a space hippy do against it?"

"Space hippy?" the Doctor repeated, looking affronted.

"I believe we can do more than you are giving us credit for," Saguru said softly, slowly regaining his composure now that the shock was wearing off. He was still afraid of this thing, but it appeared to be somewhat civilized. It could talk, at least.

"Your popgun is not going to do squat against a Baskiiva, human whelp," the Sharsnalla sneered.

"Perhaps not," Saguru agreed, forcing himself to meet the alien's eyes and not look away. "But regardless, it has killed three people in the last thirty-six hours. I cannot just stand idly by and let it continue as it has been."

"Right," the Doctor nodded. "So let us help you!"

"Help me? What could you possibly do that would be of help to me?" the Sharsnalla sneered.

"I grew up in this area and know everything about it," Saguru offered.

"So he does," the Doctor nodded, wrapping an arm around Saguru's shoulders. "He knows the terrain, and would be able to help you narrow down your search."

"And you, Wanderer? What can you offer?"

"Me? Oh, I know all sorts of things," the Doctor grinned. "I'm an expert and the foremost alien authority here on Earth. Besides, you stick out like a sore thumb here in the daylight hours. You are restricted in your movements here on Earth because it's a Level 5 planet, and is therefore protected by Article 34 of the Shadow Proclamation."

"Shadow Proclamation?" Saguru frowned.

"Oh, it's basically a Galactic Government of sorts that upholds Galactic Law. In this time, Earth hasn't become globally awear of life outside of it's solar system yet, so small alien enterprises that happen to make it out this far in the universe to your galaxy must remain undiscovered. So unless our new friend here wants to get in trouble with the Shadow Proclamation and arrested by the Judoon, she can't afford to be seen and cause a global incident, isn't that right?"

The Sharsnalla hissed angrily, but nodded her head.

"Then let us help," the Doctor insisted. "You get your bounty, Saguru here gets his killer off the streets, I can continue traveling, and all of us will be able to rest easy knowing that no one else is going to be killed by the Baskiiva. Everyone wins."

The Sharsnalla stared long and hard at the Doctor before offering him a long thin hand that had sharp talons for fingernails.

"Agreed," she hissed, offering the same hand to Saguru who shook it wearily, afraid that the talons might dig into his skin. "My name is Shakiralashicknic, but you may call me Shaki."

"Saguru Hakuba," Hakuba bowed slightly to her.

"And I'm the Doctor," the Doctor beamed.

Saguru watched as the Doctor and Shaki began to discuss what they should do next, wondering what the hell he'd just gotten himself into. Something told him that his life was never going to be the same… again.


An hour after they'd chased Shaki, the Doctor and Saguru were on their way back to the alley where they'd left Rose. The Doctor hoped that she hadn't wandered off again, but felt that it was a useless hope. Rose wasn't one to just sit around.

"So… You aren't human?" Saguru asked after a few minutes of walking in silence.

"Nope," the Doctor shook his head. "Does that bother you, Detective?"

"…I suppose not," Saguru sighed, "Does Rose know, though? That you're an alien, I mean."

"Of course!" the Time Lord grinned. "She wouldn't be tagging along as my companion if she didn't. We've been traveling together for a little over a year now I think. It's been two years, though, according to her timeline."

"Timeline?" Saguru repeated. "That's the second time you've made that kind of inference. Are you saying that you're a time traveler as well?"

"Oh yes," the Doctor grinned. "I'm a Time Lord. And it's not me that looks human; it's you humans that look Time Lord. My people had been around long before yours came into existence."

"Uh huh…" Saguru drawled, lapsing into a contemplative silence.

The Doctor eyed the teenager beside him. The boy had been scared earlier when they'd first confronted Shaki, the Sharsnalla, but now…

"You're taking this rather well, all things considered," the Doctor mused. "Most would be in denial about all of this. "Aliens! How preposterous!" they would say. And for someone who seems to be one of the "logical" sort, you are being exceptionally open and excepting of the situation."

"When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth," the boy said with a sigh.

"That was a Sherlock Holmes quote, if I'm not mistaken," the Doctor grinned.

"It was," Saguru nodded. "I'm a bit of a fanatic. The point, though, is that I cannot deny the facts that I've been confronted with. I've seen with my own eyes, and have actually spoken with an alien– two if I count you – so I cannot deny the existence of extraterrestrial life forms. Therefore, I cannot dismiss the idea that the killer of my case's three victims may be alien, simply because I do not wish to believe in what I now know to be true.

"I've been reviewing my case with the new information that I've acquired within the last hour, and have come to a conclusion. Once I ignored the impossible – sorry, the improbable – and gave it consideration as fact, I've found that it actually makes logical sense to deduce that those three victims were killed by unnatural means. The killer being this Baskiiva creature is even supported by the lack of evidence that has been found on the victims and at the crime scenes. You said that it can kill just by looking it's victims in the eye didn't you? I can't say for sure since I know next to nothing about the third victim, but both Mr. Crowley and Miss Marsden were both perfectly healthy beings and showed no sign of a struggle or internal damage. Even untraceable poisons cause some sort of trauma to the body to make the death look like it was brought about by natural causes. That they both just dropped dead, bodies unmarked and unblemished, within hours of each other with no viable means to have brought about their deaths, is both improbable and illogical."

"Very good," The Doctor nodded; a little impressed with the logically sound way that Saguru had not only found the acceptance of alien life, but the way he'd reasoned out how the Baskiiva that Shaki was looking for, could be the killer of his case's three victims.

The boy must have seen something in his expression though, because he then began to explain himself further.

"When I was living in Japan, I got involved in a case that forced me to be a bit more open minded than I would have been a year and a half ago," Saguru chuckled. "I also chased a thief that was infamously known for twisting one's perception of reality. I had to alter my ways of thinking in order to adapt and keep up with him half of the time. I've seen and experienced a lot of strange things over the past two years, and it has taught me to be more accepting of what I encounter, and more open minded towards things that I don't quite understand. If an experimental drug can revert a young adult into a child, I do not see why there can't be alien life outside of this ignorant world. I can also understand all too well why aliens would be wary of making contact with us. We humans can be quite a volatile race. A lot of us can't even get along with each other."

"Oh, I don't think you're giving the rest of humanity enough credit!" the Doctor scoffed. "You're a brilliant people! And you're going to touch the stars soon enough. Any day now, any week, month, year, sometime in this century your people are going to have their first contact with an alien race and you're going to get out there and explore the universe, touch every star, and meet and settle in many galaxies. The Great and Bountiful Human Empire!"

The boy smiled, eyes now cast up towards the heavens.

"You make it all sound so grand," he laughed, shaking his head. "I doubt it'll go so smoothly at first though. We humans have a history of screwing things up. The discovery and colonization of the Americas, Revolutions, Civil Wars, World War I, World War II, the Cold War, Vietnam, Korea, the current wars in the Middle East… Need I go on?"

"Well…" the Doctor winced, reminding himself that not all humans were brilliant. It would definitely be humans like Cassandra, Henry van Statten, Adam Mitchell, and the con-man that Jack Harkness used to be, that would present poor examples of the human race, but he knew that in the end the good in humanity would shine through. It would be people like Rose, Charles Dickens, Gwyneth, Chathica, Peter Tyler, Dr. Constantine, Lynda, and this boy, Saguru Hakuba, that would get out there and pave the way for humanity's ascension into the cosmos and forge those alliances with other life forms across galaxies as they took their place in the greater part of the universe.

Finally they re-entered the alley where they'd found the third victim and the Doctor was relieved to see that Rose hadn't wandered off after all. She looked rather peeved though. Sergeant Bronski and a younger fellow were talking to her and the woman who'd found the body while another woman – the coroner he assumed – knelt beside the body. It looked like she'd just finished examining it.

"Hakuba!" Bronski snapped, having spotted the teenager. "What the bloody hell were you thinking, running off before notifying me of the situation?"

"I was thinking that I might apprehend our killer," Saguru replied evenly. The Doctor had to admire the boy for holding his ground. "The good Doctor and I chased a suspicious person for several blocks. They got away unfortunately. We tried to pick up the trail, but sadly he or she proved to be a slippery devil."

"You could have gotten yourself killed," Bronski growled.

"This is hardly the first killer that I've pursued, Sergeant," Saguru said. "I am armed, and I was hardly alone."

"Be that as it may, that man is not an officer of the law, and neither are you, for that matter," Bronski said in a low and dangerous voice that warned the teenager not to push his luck.

"I understand," Saguru nodded. "But circumstances being as they were, I could hardly wait for you to arrive on the scene. Any chance that I may have had in catching the suspect would have become zero. I was legally armed and had with me some form of back up. If I hadn't had either of these, I wouldn't have pursued a possibly dangerous suspect on my own. I may be young, Sergeant Bronski, but I'm far from inexperienced."

The Doctor watched the stand off as the young man beside him stared down the older man in a strong and confidant manner, but there wasn't any cockiness in Saguru's gaze. This boy certainly had to have seen a lot for his eyes to look as old – if not older – than the Sergeant's. Those eyes reminded the Doctor of himself just a bit. They weren't nearly as old as his of course, but were old enough that the Doctor could feel a connection and a kindred spirit within the boy.

The staring contest seemed to have come to an end because Saguru turned his attention to the coroner woman.

"What can you tell me about this gentleman, Mal?" he asked as he crouched next to her and pulled out a pair of latex gloves from an inner pocket in his suit jacket.

"No more than what I could tell you about Mr. Crowley," the middle-aged woman sighed. "No bruising or markings of any kind that suggests a struggle, and no obvious signs of trauma."

"His name is Henry O'Rourke," said the younger cop that had been standing behind Bronski, "age 29, and works at the pub at the end of the street. He was on his lunch break and visiting his girlfriend, Miss Jenifer Stacy," he nodded at the sobbing woman that had found the body. "She's the head manager at Clair's Jewelers. She'd asked him to take out a bag of trash while she got ready to take her own lunch break. When he didn't come back, she came out to see what was taking him so long. She found him next to the rubbish bins-!"

"She screamed, we came running and then you two took off," Rose finished testily, cutting the young officer off, and earned herself a glare from Bronski.

Saguru smiled, shaking his head as he stood up from where he'd been examining the body.

The Doctor watched curiously as the boy went over to crouch down in front of Miss Jenifer Stacy, just a bit below eye level so that she didn't have to look up much from where she had her head bowed in grief.

"Miss Stacy?" Saguru said softly, like one does when speaking to an upset child. "My name is Saguru Hakuba."

"You're Lillian's son," the woman hiccuped.

"That's right," Saguru smiled. "My mum comes to your store to buy absurdly childish earrings like the ones with kittens and hearts. Sometimes she buys the flower and butterfly ones too."

The woman nodded. The giggle she let slip loose had a hysterical edge to it.

"She's told me what a great detective you are," she said around a gasp, trying to stop her crying. "She always sounds so proud when she talks about you."

"Unless she's harping about my nonexistent love life," Saguru huffed.

Jenifer Stacy let out an easier sounding laugh.

"She claims that she'll never have any grandbabies at this rate if you don't start looking for a nice girl," she nodded.

Saguru grinned with another shake of his head before he took hold of the woman's hands with his own.

"I am sorry for your loss," he said softly, his thumbs stroking the backs of her hands when her expression fell again. "But I promise you, we will find who did this. Henry's murderer will be stopped."

Jenifer sniffed, nodding sadly.

"I need you to do something for me," Saguru said, squeezing her hands to get her attention again. "I want you to close your eyes, and try to empty your mind for me."

Jenifer did so, nodding again. Saguru began to whisper soft words to her that the Doctor couldn't hear from where he was standing, but watched intently as the girl's body relaxed. Saguru was still holding Jenifer's hands, rubbing soothing circles into the backs with his thumbs. It was then that he realized what Saguru was doing. The boy was using a form of hypnotism. The Doctor looked up at Rose, Bronski, Mal the coroner, and the young officer. They didn't seem to realize what Saguru was doing, but none of them were interfering either. And why should they? To all appearances, Saguru was only comforting a distraught woman who'd just lost her boyfriend.

"I need you to think back now for me, Jenifer," Saguru suddenly said in a clearer and firm voice. "You've just sent Henry out with the trash. What are you doing?"

"…I'm making sure Maggie has things under control and knows that I'm getting ready to leave," Jenifer said. "We've only got a couple customers at the moment though. It's nothing that she can't handle."

"What happens next?"

"I'm in the break room, checking my purse to make sure that everything's still there. I reapply my lipstick… Henry's taking too long. He should have been back by now."

"So what do you do?"

"…I wait a few more minutes… He could be in the bathroom."

"But he still hasn't returned and the time for your lunch breaks is ticking away," Saguru pushed gently. "Where do you go to look for him?"

"…The shop bathroom first, but he's not there," Jenifer whispered, shaking slightly. "I say a quick goodbye to Maggie before I leave the store. I enter the alley where the rubbish bins are."

"Hold that moment," Saguru said, cutting in before she can ramble on further. "What do you hear? Smell? …See?"

"…It stinks," Jenifer sniffed, wrinkling her nose. "Brenda next door just had a baby so sometimes there's a bunch of dirty dippers in her garbage."

"What else?" Saguru asked.

"…Peaches… There's a strong smell of peaches in the air, and something greasy, salty. Maybe take out from Mimi's across the street?"

The Doctor frowned. He smelled the greasy scent of bad chips, but there isn't even a whiff of peaches. But then again – if he was remembering correctly – Baskiiva breath smells like peaches… or was it mangos? Pears? Bleh! No! He'd remember if Baskiiva breath smelled like nasty pears.

"Do you hear anything?" Saguru asked, breaking the Doctor away from his internal tirade against pears.

"Just the usual street noises. It's actually really quiet," Jenifer shivered. "Wait… there is something… a… strange hissing sound… like a pipe with a small leak. It could be coming from one of the air-conditioning units, though. They're old and are always breaking down."

"That's right," Saguru nodded. "Just some faulty pipes. Go on."

"There's nothing else," Jenifer shakes her head, "Just the hiss of the pipes, the faint smell of diapers, chips, and peaches and… Oh God… Henry…"

She started to sob again, and the Doctor saw Saguru gently grip her hands and gave them a firm shake, breaking her out of her hypnotic state without anyone – other than the Doctor of course – the wiser.

"Thank you for telling me all of that, Jenifer," Saguru smiled reassuringly as he rubbed the backs of her hands again with his thumbs, comforting her again. "You've been a great help. If you can recall anything else, call Sergeant Bronski at the station."

The woman looked a little confused, but she nodded and offered up a weak smile of her own.

Saguru nodded back at her, squeezing her hands one more time before standing back up and began to wrap things up with Bronski and that other officer. The Doctor decided not to listen in on that particular conversation and leaned against the alley wall opposite the body. Rose joined him a minute later.

"Don't think I buy your story for one minute," she scowled. "What did you two find?"

"Not here," the Doctor murmured. "You're right, though. There's much more to this than a simple serial murderer on the loose, but it's nothing that I want to get any outsiders in on. Especially the police."

"You don't count Detective Saguru as an outsider?" Rose asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well this is his case," the Doctor mused.

"It's Sergeant Bronski and Constable Errol's case too," Rose smirked. "You like him."

"He's good," the Doctor admitted. "Very good. And clever. Very, very clever."

"And I know how much you like clever," Rose grinned. "He's got a cute bum too."

The Doctor leveled an unamused look at her.

"What?" Rose smirked. "It's hardly an inappropriate comment for me to make. We're close enough in age. I'm twenty, he's eighteen. That's only two years difference."

"He's almost eighteen," the Doctor corrected her tersely. "Won't be for another two months yet."

"Alright, he's almost eighteen," Rose rolled her eyes. "If you want to be technical about it."

The Doctor gave her another look, but it only made her smile wider.

"What? Are you jealous that I might be showing interest in another man?" Rose smiled coyly.

"Hardly," the Doctor huffed. "You just don't have a good track record with the boys you pick up and bring along. Adam, Jack…"

"Adam was the only one I asked to bring along, and as for Jack, I thought you liked him," Rose laughed. "You did let him tag along with us for a few months at any rate."

"Jack… was Jack," the Doctor huffed.

"And Saguru?" Rose asked, a little light of excitement in her eyes.

The Doctor turned away from her and watched the blond teenage boy – who was not quite a man yet – hold his ground while Bronski talked to him. It looked like the boy was being lectured, but unlike most youths his age, Saguru looked like he was actually listening to what Bronski had to say before speaking back. That spoke of a high level of maturity that very few reached at his age or even in a lifetime. The boy had also shown that he was good at keeping his head in strange situations like when they'd met Shaki. He was also equally cautious. He'd had a gun though, and the Doctor didn't approve of guns. Normally that'd count against Saguru where the Doctor was concerned, but it had been lowered and pointed at the ground instead of aimed at Shaki, and Saguru had also put it away when the Doctor had asked. Saguru was the type of person that he'd offer to take on as a companion in one of his two heart beats… but he wasn't about to let Rose know that. Not when she was being like this. It was obvious that she wanted Saguru to come along with them.

"We'll see," he told her as Saguru finally ended his conversation with Bronski and waved them over, indicating that they were leaving.


Aaaand that's that!

In case any of you were wondering, I totally made up heximano particles, Sharsnallas, added a rule to the Shadow Proclamation (though I did my research to make it sound legit), and yes the Baskiva is based off of and a play on the name for Harry Potter's Baskalisk from Chamber of Secrets. That's my little shout out to the HP fandom there (more Harry Potter references to come, be a assured).

Ok, now don't harp on me. I know it's not a Digimon chapter, but with how busy I've become balancing college classes and work, I just haven't had the time or the motivation to write anything. As I said in the author's note at the beginning of this post, I'd had this chapter sitting in my folders for a few months, so please do not harp on my in a review. It's not like I've been neglecting my main stories. I've been neglecting ALL of my stories! Hopefully that'll change in a couple of weeks and I can get back to writing more regularly during the winter break... until January. We'll see. :P Anyway please don't bring it up in a review (PM me if you must). I just want to hear about what you thought of THIS chapter for THIS story! Now please be the lovely sweet readers that you are and let me know how you liked this and if there is still interest in THIS fic. Thank you! :)