Into The Shadows Chapter 1
Note: * words* is Galifreyan.
It has been about 4 months: 4 months, 1 week, 5 days, and 3 hours (according to The Doctor) since Rose Tyler had been 'kicked' off the TARDIS.
4 months since The Doctor found Captain Jack Harkness on Satellite 5, surrounded by mounds of dust.
4 months since The Doctors last regeneration.
4 months since The Doctors, and Jacks, life had turned upside down.
4 months since The Doctor fell in love with Captain Jack Harkness.
Chapter One
Jack flipped on the radio as he entered the kitchen. The opening beat of Uptown Funk by Bruno Mars filled the open space. Jack danced around the room, grabbing a banana on the way, and started making breakfast.
The Doctor woke to the smell of brewing coffee, bacon, and pancakes. He groaned as he pulled himself out of bed. If only all of his companions made breakfast.
The Doctor showered then dressed in a 'The Angels have the Phonebox' tee-shirt, with a pair of dark jeans and Converce to go with it. After looking himself over in the mirror, The Doctor headed down to breakfast.
The Doctor stood in the doorway, trying not to stare. Jack, wearing only pajama pants, hadn't noticed The Doctor, yet. Jack continued to dance as he sat the table. When, and only when, the food was on the table did The Doctor clear this throat.
Jack spun around and rolled his eyes.
"Alittle warning next time, Doc." Jack said, knowing it wouldn't be the last time The Doctor snuck up on him.
"So, where to today?" Jack asked as they ate.
"Don't know. I've been thinking of looking for lost books. How does that sound?" The Doctor replied. Jack agreed as they finished breakfast. The Doctor grinned and raced to the control room and Jack got dressed.
"Searching for... books... catigorized... as... lost." The Doctor muttered as he pushed a series of random buttons. Jack walkes into the room as a small 'ping' was released from the monitor, informing them that the search was complete.
"The History of Poosh... The Art of Being Invaded... The Propheses of Dalek Kan... How to Make a Philosophers Stone... and a book that the TARDIS can't translate. I think its: *Acta Rassilon creatorem et Praeses*." Jack read.
The Doctor froze. With trembling hands he turned the monitor towards himself. The Doctor vaugely heard Jack questioning him. The Doctor stared blankly at the screen, unable to comprehend the words.
"Doctor? You OK?"
The Doctor breathed deeply and nodded. As the Doctor pulled the lever, starting the TARDIS Jack heard the Doctor mutter-
" Journal of Rassilon: The Creator and President."