Well, here's the first part to the new story under the title of Mistaken Identity. Again, this is pretty much AU for "Doomsday" as well as the end of Torchwood. I've been tossing this idea around in my head for a good week. I just wanted to wait until the end of Torchwood to finish it. I have changed it so now, the plot of this story will no longer revolve around Pirates of the Caribbean, but a Torchwood AU story. Really it's about the Doctor, Alix, Jack and Rose attending the party for the troops that Jack and Toshiko found themselves in the middle of in the Torchwood episode, "Captain Jack Harkness". What would happen if Alix was separated from her friends and had to convince the past Jack to help her without really knowing who she was? I hope you all enjoy. Please feel free to review as always!

Mistaken Identity (Part 1)

Mistakes, Well, I've Made a Few

Confetti and the bitter taste of her bright red lipstick. Everything overwhelming her senses in that one moment…until she was pulled roughly backward by strong, muscular arms. Jack hugged Alix to him, tightly, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

"How you doing?" His words were slurred and he burst into a sudden fit of giggles. Alix reached to take the champagne glass out of his hand.

"Yeah, I think you've had quite enough of that!"

"Hey, hey, hey!" He shot her a look of mock hurt, "You're no fun."

"Well, I'm the designated driver. I'm not supposed to be any fun." With that, she planted a gentle kiss on his cheek, moving to dump his glass in the trash. Alix swerved to avoid a couple that were practically collapsing on top of each other. Somehow, the man still managed to step on the train of her circa 1941 party dress. Sighing out of sheer frustration, she tucked a carefully curled strand of hair behind her ear, searching the room for any sign of the Doctor and Rose. For both their sakes, she secretly hoped they were very happy in coat closet somewhere.

It had actually been Rose's idea to come here. They'd shown up at her house, unexpectedly, three days ago. They did that once in a while – dropping in, unannounced, helping Rose satisfy that thirst for adventure she could never quite shake, despite her "final" decision to stay away. The Doctor just couldn't stop going back for her, and Jack and Alix never stopped him; they really didn't want to.

Now, they were in the middle of the party of a lifetime. The year was 1941, before the point in the war where there was no turning back. Everyone was happy still, dancing, laughing, flirting, and the four of them were all caught in the middle. Not that Alix minded, really. It was one of those places she'd always wanted to touch in time, but could never before she'd stumbled across the Doctor. She was going to enjoy it as much as possible…if she could ever prevent the pending disaster that would surely occur if she couldn't find the Doctor and Rose and get Jack under control. Whatever time they were in, some things just never changed.

She heard Rose's laugh, then, floating above a thick crowd gathered in the corner. A couple of men parted way for her, allowing Alix to squeeze in, shooting the Doctor a pointed look. He took Rose's arm, apologizing to them and promising that he'd finish up his story later. As they walked back across the dance floor, Alix determined that Rose was about as far gone as Jack; maybe worse. She shot the Doctor a puzzled look.

"What?" He asked, guiltily. Alix just shook her head at him, trying to suppress a smile.

"She just hasn't had a bit of a night on the town, lately. So I just let her…go."

"Regretting it now, are you?" Alix couldn't stop the amusement from creeping into her voice.

"I was never abject to Rose having fun."

"Well, I think she's had too much fun in my opinion. Jack, too." The Doctor's eyebrows went up. Alix just ignored him, stopping at the spot where she'd left Jack leaning against the wall. He was nowhere in sight. What had she done?

"Where is he?" The Doctor wondered, knowing full well what the answer was, but not being able to keep his comments in.

"Shut up, you." Alix shot back, playfully. "Just stay here, please, while I go find him. I really don't want to lose you, too."

"Will do." The Doctor maneuvered himself onto a nearby chair, settling Rose onto his lap. She was nearly asleep, leaning against him. Figuring she'd get no more trouble from them, Alix took off through the crowd, searching each person's face for Jack's boyish features.

There he was, talking among a small group of Captains in full uniform. She should have figured he would be among the familiar, searching for a way to connect to his roots. Not wanting to interrupt his evidently entertaining story, she put a hand on his elbow, giving it a gentle squeeze. He didn't turn, though. He just continued on, ignoring her. She noticed that none of the men in the circle seemed to pay any mind to her, either. Their eyes never left Jack, rapt in the intensity of his – albeit somewhat fictional – tale.

"Come on, Jack," she hissed at him, "the Doctor and Rose are waiting. We're tired and we'd really like to leave." He stopped then, cold.

"Excuse me," he muttered to the men around him, whose faces had now twisted into masks of confusion. Without glancing her way, he took her roughly by the arm, leading her away from the small crowd. She was startled at first, but then realized that he must have been more far-gone than she originally thought.

"Jack, what in the hell is the matter with you! I know you had a lot to drink tonight, but that's no excuse for –" He threw her, unceremoniously, into a chair.

"I don't know who you are Miss, but all I've had to drink tonight was water, and I don't know where you get off talking about them like that! Now," He took a seat across from her at the table, his expression hardening by the second, "I want you to tell me who you are and what in the hell you want from me because I really don't have time to play games right now. Got it?"

Alix was visibly startled, trying to stand up, but Jack just shoved her down, hard.

"Jack, what's wrong with you? I know you're tired, and you really didn't want to come here in the first place, but I don't know what you think you're doing!" Jack was never a violent drunk, especially with her. She wondered, briefly, if there was something in the water here that had made him a bit…wonky.

"Tell me, now, or else when I get back you're going to be in for one hell of a wake up call!" He stared at her, hard, expecting some kind of answer. She couldn't seem to come up with one good enough to persuade Jack to bring him to the Doctor.

"Okay, I don't know what you want me to say, so I'll just come with you, okay?" She figured she was leveling with him. Apparently, he didn't see it that way. He got up, motioning for her to stay there and reinforcing this with a hard scowl. Alix felt a shiver of fear come over her. Jack had never made her this scared, even at his worst moments. What was going on? She knew she was going to sprint for the corner where she left the Doctor and Rose the moment Jack was out her sight.

Alix just nodded her head at him, watching him walk toward the dance floor where he met up with a small, Asian woman in a fuchsia colored dress. She shook her head, scoffing at the sight of him. Whatever.

She practically sprinted across the room toward the Doctor and Rose, letting out a sigh of relief when she realized that they were still waiting in the same spot for her.

"Thank God!" The Doctor didn't miss the clearly panicked look written all over Alix's face.

"What's wrong?" He let Rose sink down into the chair by herself, standing up and putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Jack's really scaring me. Something's wrong, really wrong."

"Show me," he placed a hand in hers, indicating that he wanted her to lead the way.

They ended up in the middle of the dance floor, no sign of Jack or the Asian woman.

"He was just here!" Alix nearly shouted, glancing around frantically. The Doctor sprinted ahead, dragging Alix along behind him.

"C'mon, I see him. There!" He was dancing on the floor all by himself, stumbling like an absolute fool, but somehow able to still maintain some kind of balance.

"Come on, you! Let's go." Alix grabbed his arm, leading him away from the band. "You've given me enough trouble tonight." He looked at her, almost hurt.

"Are you mad at me?" He sounded genuinely upset.

"Think you should do a brain scan or something? Drastic mood swings don't usually come about with a couple of Scotches." The Doctor only smiled at her.

"I think he'll be fine. He just needs to get back to the TARDIS for a little rest. He can sleep it off."

"I'm glad I stayed sober tonight," Alix muttered, knowing full well that there was no way that the Doctor could have handled three drunken fools all on his own.

Alix was even more grateful she'd chosen to avoid all the alcohol being passed around when they came back to their familiar corner. She knew she would have had a fit, had her judgment been seriously impaired, when she discovered Rose was missing from her chair.

"Not again!" There was a whine in her voice this time. When she'd stooped to whining, she didn't know, but she knew it wasn't going to get her anywhere. "You just get Jack back to the TARDIS before he hurts himself. I'll find Rose, and we'll meet you there."

"Are you sure?" The Doctor asked, knowing full well how stressed out Alix seemed to be.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I won't be more than five minutes." He started to walk away, then, but she called him back, "Don't forget; coat check." She dug the receipt out of her clutch. The Doctor took it, disappearing through the large double doors of the entrance hallway. She could hear Jack ask, "Are you taking me home?" to the Doctor as he directed him out.

Fully glad that mess had been taken care of, Alix now searched the dance floor for a missing Rose. She needed to find her, really fast. Approaching a small pack of couples, she described Rose, asking them if they'd seen her in the past few minutes. All of their answers were negative; the only one that had given her anything said he had seen her leaning up against a chair in the corner by the doors. She was getting nowhere. Anger and frustration ruled her. That's why when the sirens started, she was just as startled as everyone else.

There was a mass panic. People running and screaming everywhere. Bodies dashing for the exit like mad. And then, a flash of golden hair and a silky sapphire dress. Alix grabbed Rose by the arm, following the stream of people crowding the exit.

"Where were you?" Alix shouted over the din of screaming party goers.

"I thought I saw Jack and – "

"Never mind that! We just need to get out, now. The Doctor's got Jack and they're waiting for us in the TARDIS!" They rushed down the flights of stairs that would take them outside. Someone bumped into Alix from behind, causing her to lose her satin pump.

"My shoe!" She stopped for a moment, not thinking. This was all it took for Rose to be swept away by the crowd.

"Rose! Go, you know where it is. I'll catch up!" She struggled to find the shoe, reaching to the floor to get it, but not before she was tugged backwards once again.

"So, Cinderella lost her glass slipper, eh? If I were you, sweetheart, I would be careful. You could easily get trampled in a crowd like this." If Alix didn't know better, she would have said that Jack just threatened her.

"Come on!" She allowed him to push her the rest of the way down until they passed the doors that led to the outside.

"Wait!" She pushed against him, but he was quickly proving to be way too strong for her. Why did she even try? "Jack what are you doing?"

"Getting you to safety! Then maybe you can answer some of my questions as to what in the hell you're doing here."

"Jack safety is the TARDIS. The Doctor and Rose, they're waiting for us! If you'd just let me I could – " He spun her around to face him.

"Don't ever say those names in my presence again!"

Alix's breathing was ragged. This wasn't Jack – no – it was Jack but he was just…different. What could have happened in the few minutes she'd left him alone?

"Jack, was something in the drink that you were – " He said nothing, though, just shoving her down another set of stairs. They led to a cellar where, already, two dozen people had gathered by candlelight. Jack steered her toward the Asian woman she saw him with earlier on the dance floor.

"Toshiko, I think we have our answer." She studied Alix, carefully.

"Her, Jack? Are you serious? I thought it was that caretaker, Bilis?"

"Well, it might be, but, somehow, this one knows some things she shouldn't." He shot Alix a dark glance. The realization almost knocked the breath from Alix. This wasn't Jack, it couldn't be him.

"I think there's been some mistake. I don't think you're the person I think you are. I mean…" She stopped herself, then, knowing that rambling on would get her nowhere. "I mean," she paused to take a deep breath, "I don't think you're the Jack I know. I think you're a Jack from a different time, a Jack that might – " A loud whoop went up, cutting her off. The air raid sirens had switched off.

"Come on, Tosh, if we can get outside, they might be able to get a read on us." Alix had so many questions in that moment. What time was this Jack from? Why did he seem so cold to her, and why had he allowed himself to act that way so easily? It scared her, and at the same time, she felt like something was suddenly missing.

"What are we going to do with her?" Toshiko jabbed a finger at Alix.

"Take her with us. I'd like to ask her a few questions about all this."

They made their way through the crowd, quickly, finally stepping out into the cool night air. Alix had half a mind to make another break for it. The TARDIS was just around the corner of the building. If she could just… She elbowed Jack in the stomach, kicking him in the back of the knees to ensure that he would go down. She didn't know if he actually had, but she had no time to look back. Alix was running now, running for her life like so many times before.

When she turned the corner she thought it was a trick of the light. The space in the alley was empty. Where had they gone? She felt her legs collapse, falling to the ground in an unceremonious heap.

"No!" Her cry was panicked, raw. She felt his arms wrap around her from behind, familiar yet – not. She just couldn't explain it.

"Jack, please," she took a big gulp of air, not caring that her tears were flowing freely, "please, tell me this isn't real. Please, tell me it's all a joke, you're laughing at me inside. I know you are!" Jack pulled her into his chest, letting her sob.

"I'm sorry I doubted you. You're a companion, aren't you? And they left you behind, just like me." The words were cold. Alix's grip tightened around him.

"Jack, help me, please! Just – please." She hated the way she was begging him, but somewhere inside, this was the man she knew. She knew him, and she could tell him everything.

"Jack!" Toshiko's panicked cry rose out from the shadows at the end of the alley. "Jack we have to go back inside, there's – "

Alix never felt the impact of it, Jack shielded her from the worst of the blast. Toshiko had disappeared around the corner of the building in that moment. Alix's eyes were shut, tightly. She could here the cries of people in the distance, and the sound of emergency crews making their way toward the site.

"Jack, please, you can get off of me now." She waited another moment, trying to maneuver his unmoving body off of hers. "Jack this really isn't funny anymore." Finally wriggling her way out, she looked down at him, "Jack, c'mon, I –" she stopped then, seeing the metal rod poking into the back of his chest. It hadn't quite gone all the way through. He had just stopped it from impaling her, too.

"Oh, God. No, no, no!" Toshiko ran towards her, seeing Jack on the ground, lifeless. Alix turned toward her, hysterical. "Please, Tosh, we – we have to help him! Help me take this out! I have to take it out!" It didn't seem that hard, drawing the spike from Jack's chest. She had to fight the urge to throw up, though, as she felt it moving through muscle and bone. Alix cradled him in her lap, then; rocking him back and forth. Forehead pressed to his in a silent plea to come back to her, to come back to life if only for her. And he did.

His first big gulp of air startled Alix enough to nearly push him off of her lap.

"You've got to be shitting me." Toshiko heard her mutter from her never moving point of observation, only a few feet away. He got up, slowly, the gaping hole in his chest healing by the second.

"Who are you, or what are you?" He helped her up off of the ground, steadying her when she threatened to collapse again.

"I'm Captain Jack Harkness, and I can't die." Alix shook her head, wildly.

"No, no! That isn't even possible!" She noticed Toshiko, staring at her with an expression of calm that was unmatched. "You knew about this, didn't you?" She looked at Jack again, half mortified and half relieved that he had come back to her. "Where in the hell did you learn to do that? How – " But she was drowned out again by a beam of blue light that seemed to fill every crevice of the alley.

"Toshiko!" Jack beamed at her, excitedly. She could only stare back at him in confusion,

"How did they –"

"Never mind that. We really need to go." Toshiko gave him a single nod, walking toward the biggest concentration of the light that hovered, coincidentally, in the very spot the TARDIS had occupied only hours ago. She turned back, then, looking toward Jack.

"What are we going to do with her?"

"Well," he gave Alix a once-over, "I suppose we'll just have to take her with us."

The blue light seemed to consume everything as Alix neared it. Her fingertips and toes began to tingle, and when it seemed that she was actually standing in it, her head swam and she felt like she was being pulled inside out. She screamed and screamed, taking what little comfort she could from Jack's never loosening grip on her forearm.