Disclaimer- I do not own Doctor Who, it is the property of the BBC. I only own any original characters and the daydreams i have that make this story possible.

Authors note- Ok so this is my first ever submission on here, please be gentle, do point out major errors and do leave your opinions. I have been half writing stories for years and never plucked up the courage to submit...so here we go. A small introduction, i'd like to see the reaction to this before i continue.

Magic Number- Chapter 1

She could hear voices...muffled and quiet like she was underwater, harsh lights danced over the outside of her eyelids. She tried to open one eye, she saw something green accompanied by a strange buzzing noise...it was too blurry and her eye ached from the effort of keeping it open. She spared a quick thought for the man she knew lay beside her...dead, she'd seen him fatally wounded. The darkness came over her again and she welcomed the escape from the pain that encompassed her entire body.

"Haaaaaaarrrrggghhhhhh", Jack shot up as air rushed back into his lungs. A thousand simultaneous sensations rippled over him at once, relief, shock and pain being the most prominent.

"That's something a guy just can't get used to" he laughed, Jack was used to making light of the situation. Being immortal wasn't exactly a bad thing, but with every death he came back from, he had lost a small piece of his basic humanity, he had become slightly detached. Not that anyone would ever notice, he still loved and hated, laughed and cried, the rest he could fake.

Now he took in his surroundings, scanning the circular room he noted that it was both familiar and strange at the same time. It was dawning on him as he continued to look around, a memory pushing its way forward as he heard the unmistakable hum of an engine and finally actual realisation as his gaze landed on the handsome, square jawed man propping himself up against a rail and flipping a cylindrical device in the air, catching it effortlessly.

"Doctor?" Jack questioned, "is that you?". The Doctor turned his head to meet Jack's open mouthed expression "Hello Jack, back in the land of the living I see".

"How long was I out?", Jack enquired.

"15 minutes or so, I wasn't keeping track I was too focused on helping..." "...where is she?" Jack cut in quickly, he can't believe he had almost forgotten.

"She's resting, I helped with her pain, made her comfortable. She was badly injured, although not quite as badly as you I might add. Am I right in understanding that you took the worst of it?" Jack nodded and The Doctor continued, "Some kind of plasma weaponry? Must have been very crudely made, the damage wasn't focused on one area, multiple burns all over her body...curious though, very curious"

"What was curious? Doctor is she ok? I mean she'll live right?"

"Oh she'll live alright, that's the curious part though...", The Doctor trailed off, looking completely lost in thought.

"Doctor, what is it? Will you just spit it out?", Jack was getting impatient.

"Well she's healed herself Jack...completely healed. No burns, no scars...nothing. Who is she? Jack? What is she?"

The immortal man offered no response, he just stared at the floor as though it would give him the answers he needed. He didn't here the Time Lord approach him, only saw his hand as it was offered to him. He grasped it and was hauled to his feet until he was face to face with The Doctor.

"I think we need to catch up Jack, don't you?", a smile danced on his lips as he spoke the words and the Captain returned it weakly, this might take a while.