Notes: Dr. John Smith, the metacrisis Doctor, is living the one adventure he thought he could never have with his beautiful wife, Rose, when they have an unexpected visitor (or two).

Chapter 1

It was Wednesday, 11:15 in the morning. It was early autumn and the air was damp with miserable drizzle.

Rose Marion Smith (nee Tyler) was sitting on a comfy sofa in front of the traditional fire place, feeling the gentle heat from the glowing coals in the hearth.

While nursing her two month old son Eyulf Jackson, or EJ for short, she was stroking and teasing his soft, sticky-up brown hair that was just like his father's.

A gentle kiss nuzzled the side of her neck and a mug of freshly percolated coffee was placed on the low table in front of her.

"Mmmm, that smells lovely. Thanks love." She turned and kissed her husband lovingly on the lips.

"No problem sweetheart. Just having a quick break." He leant down and kissed his son's head.

"How's it going?" she asked him.

"Good. Should be finished this afternoon and then I can submit the designs to Cybus Industries tomorrow" he replied.

Dr. John Smith was a part human, part Time Lord hybrid. By Time Lord standards he was a genius, which meant by Human standards his IQ was off the scale.

Their Victorian town house in Northumberland Place, Notting Hill had three lower ground floor storage vaults, one of which he had converted into a laboratory come workshop.

Today he was working from home on a financing project for Torchwood, a fast pursuit surveillance drone similar to the 'spy-fly' he developed last year. The drone would be marketed by Cybus Industries, and the profits used to fund the Torchwood Institute.

Over the last twelve months, he had designed a variety of gadgets for Torchwood to assist the field operatives and the forensic laboratories at Torchwood Tower. Many of them had gone into commercial production and were selling globally to various organisations that had a need for high tech devices.

He carried his coffee down the stairs to his lab so that he could carry on tinkering with the toy. He had always loved tinkering with things, even when he was a full Time Lord in another universe with his time machine.

Talking of which, he had a secret long term project brewing in a special pressurised container, which would be a surprise for Rose on her birthday.

He was shattifying a plasmic shell, which would modify the dimensional stabilizer on a chunk of TARDIS he had given himself on Bad Wolf beach.

Dr. Donna had suggested a foldback harmonic of 36.6 to accelerate the growth power by a factor of 59. However, his metacrisis brain had worked out that by using a heated, pressurised container, he could accelerate the shattifying process even more. Rose had no idea what he was up to, and he couldn't wait to see her face when it was finished.

He took a sip of his coffee and unexpectedly he had a sudden shiver down his spine. 'Good coffee', he thought to himself with a shrug as he put the mug down and picked up a circuit board.

In the sitting room, EJ had finished feeding and Rose perched him on her knee, gently rubbing his back to get him to burp. She couldn't help smiling at the face he pulled when she did this.

Distractedly, she thought she heard a bump through the ceiling, from their bedroom floor directly above her.

"Donna, did you hear something then?" she asked the house computer.

"Yes Rose. There was a sound of something falling on the floor in your bedroom."

Donna-the-house was a positronic neural-net computer that John had installed and given the personality of their friend Donna Noble. The computer took care of all the house security, robotic vacuum cleaner, kettle, oven etc.

"Is John upstairs?" Rose asked, wondering if her husband had gone upstairs for some reason before going back to his lab.

"No Rose, John is in his lab," Donna-the-house told her.

"Can you show me the bedroom camera and playback from a few seconds before the noise?"

The plasma TV on the wall came to life and Rose could see across the bedroom towards the door. The bed wasn't visible as Donna-the-house was very discreet and no voyeur.

As Rose watched the playback, the screen flashed white and the bump was heard.

"Donna, can you ask John to come up please."

"Already called him, he's on his way."

A minute later, John appeared in the sitting room. "What's up?" he asked, sitting on the sofa and poking his son in the tummy.

"I heard a bump upstairs," she told him. "And have a look at the video."

Donna-the-house re-ran the video. John screwed his face in concerned concentration.

"Give me live feed please Donna, and pan the camera to the floor."

As the camera panned down they could see something on the floor.

"Is that... is that a body on our bedroom floor?" Rose asked disbelievingly.

"Donna, any life signs?" John asked.

"The object is cold. No pulse or respiration detected."

John's mobile started to play the theme from the Godfather; it was the personalised ring tone for Rose's Dad, Pete Tyler. John answered the call.

"John! Are you and Rose alright?" he asked with concern. "The Operations Room have just told me they've detected some sort of anomaly centred on your location."

"Funny you should say that Pete, I felt a shiver down my spine and Rose heard a bump upstairs. I'm just going to investigate."

"I'm sending backup. Be careful John."

John grinned. "Hey, it's me," he told Pete.

"That's what I'm worried about." Pete said before hanging up.

"Give me a stunner please Donna," John said.

A three pin electrical socket under the TV slid out from the wall to reveal a tray behind it with a Torchwood stun gun inside. He picked it up and switched it on.

In his old skin, in the other universe, he had hated guns. They were inelegant and unforgiving as a weapon, whereas a sword had character, nobility and less of a lethal inevitability.

The stun gun however, could render your opponents unconscious without killing them. Everybody could live, it was brilliant.

"Keep EJ safe," he told Rose. "I'm going to investigate."

"John, be careful." He leant forward and kissed her, and then left the sitting room. Rose turned back to the screen to keep an eye on events as they unfolded.

John carefully opened the bedroom door and looked in. He could see a lifeless, naked male body curled into the foetal position in the middle of the floor. The feet were towards him, and the arms and hands were held in front of the face.

He slowly crept forwards and looked down at the corpse. How the hell had it got here? Some sort of transmat maybe? Why our bedroom? The questions were whizzing through his head. He gently tapped the soles of the feet with his trainer.

Nothing.

He crouched down to better examine the corpse when it suddenly gave a moaning gasp as it took in a lungful of air. He leapt up and stood back, stun gun levelled at the now animated corpse.

"What the hell?!" he exclaimed. He hesitated by the door, that gasping moan, it sounded... familiar.

"Pulse and respiratory movements detected. Body core temperature rising rapidly," Donna-the-house reported.

"John, it could be a trap. You should get out of there and wait for backup... although that gasp sounded awfully familiar," Rose said over the intercom from downstairs.

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Suddenly the body rolled onto its back and sat up. It had a mop of dark hair, brilliant blue eyes and the whitest, most perfect smile he remembered seeing.

John could hear Rose's footsteps running up the stairs as he stood rooted to the spot, not out of fear but out of utter amazement. Rose burst into the bedroom with EJ cradled in her arms and stood by John's side, mouth wide open. They looked at each other and then at the naked person sat on the floor.

"Jack?!" they said in unison.


The elderly lizard walked slowly across the flagstones of the temple, the 'clacking' of his staff of office the only sound in the dim twilight. He wanted to run, but his old body wouldn't let him.

He came to a wooden door at the far side of the atrium and opened it with a groaning creak of the hinges. The room inside was lit by candles and the air was smoky and thick with incense.

"So, you have heard the news," a croaky voice said from the shadows.

"Can it be true Prophetess, Seer of Ages?" the elderly lizard asked.

"The portents are there to be read, and I have felt him, the first random thoughts of the Kaliq-Farrash as he becomes aware."

"And what of the prophecy, is it fulfilled?"

Out of the shadows, an ancient lizard leaned forward, illuminated by a nearby candle, her eyes white with blindness.

"He is the half breed son of half breed parents," she responded. "He is in the womb of a Hooman-She Wolf, sired by a Hooman-Gallifreyan who was born without parents."

The old lizard gasped. "Gallifrey is just a myth, a legend, consumed by a black hole at the dawn of the universe. And a Gallifreyan of Immaculate Conception? How can this be?"

"They are not of this universe," the ancient one said simply.

The old lizard looked awestruck. "Then this Kaliq-Farrash IS the Messiah, the second coming." He had tears in his eyes at the enormity of the realisation. "We must make preparations if we are to bring him home to fulfil his destiny."

"Prepare carefully, for the Hooman-She Wolf will not relinquish her offspring without a fight, and the father will be relentless in his search for his family. You must be persuasive in your dealings with her and on your guard against him."

"I will give your council careful deliberation. Thank you Seer of Ages."


"DOCTOR! ROSIE!" the man said with an American accent. He leapt off the floor and grabbed John in a rib cracking hug. "It's so good to see you again."

"Jack... you've got no clothes on," John said, feeling rather uncomfortable at being hugged by a naked Jack Harkness. Why did he get the feeling that Jack had always wanted to do that?

Jack released the hug and looked down at his 'well fit' naked body before giving them an even larger smile.

"It's the only way to travel," he said, winking at Rose and enveloping her in a gentler hug. He kissed her on the cheek and heard a muffled grizzle from between them. He then noticed that Rose was holding something in her arms.

"Who's this then?" he asked her.

Rose looked down at EJ and then smiled warmly at Jack.

"This is our son," she said simply. "Eyulf."

The look of realisation hit him and his mouth fell open.

"Your son? He's adorable. This must mean you two finally got it on after all that pussyfooting around and flirting with each other."

"What the hell are you doing here Jack?" John asked, and then realised what Jack had said. "I did not flirt!" he protested.

Jack turned to face him and tilted his head to one side, putting his fists on his hips. "Trust me Doc, it takes one to know one, so take it from the master, you were flirting!" Rose snorted a laugh.

The sight of a naked Jack Harkness standing in his bedroom with his hands on his hips, telling him he was a flirt was one image too far for John. He went to the bedroom door and took his bathrobe off the hook on the back of the door.

"Here, put this on, and then you can tell us how the hell you ended up in our bedroom," John said as he threw him the robe.

"Spoilsport," Donna-the-house said.

"Donna Noble? Is that you?" Jack asked as he put on the robe and looked around the room. "By the way, I like what you've done with the TARDIS. It's got a sort of retro urban London feel to it."

"That's because it is urban London you dope," Rose told him. "This is our house, and Donna is the house computer. John programmed it with her personality."

Jack was trying to take this information in when Donna-the-house spoke again.

"Torchwood are here John, shall I let them in?"

"Yes please Donna. Tell them no guns, and we'll meet them in the living room. Oh, and pop the kettle on please."

Over a hot cup of tea, Jack started to tell his story to the assembled group. Jake Simmonds was the team leader, with him were his operations partner Julia De Graff, along with Craig Rimmer and Clive Simpson. Julia was cuddling EJ and cooing over him.

"I was in the Hub in Cardiff, working on a new artefact that had just been brought in. I think it was a tribophysical waveform macro-kinetic extrapolator, similar to the one Margaret the Slitheen had acquired."

"That surfboard thing?" Rose asked.

"Yeah, that's the one," he grinned, remembering their stop over in Cardiff. "I was thinking about you two as I was checking the anti-matter power unit. I think it shorted out, because there was a flash of light and I woke up here."

"Hmmm, a tribophysical waveform macro-kinetic extrapolator wouldn't be able to transport you across the void Jack. We need to get you to Torchwood and do some tests," John told him.

"The void?" Jack asked the Doctor.

"Er... I think there's something you should know Jack," Rose said.

John and Rose were members of Torchwood Special Operations Blue Watch, and all members of the Watch knew their history and kept it to themselves. The other Watches knew nothing of alternate universes and time travelling aliens.

"He's not the Doctor you think he is." Rose told him.

After the Crucible incident, all Jack knew was that the Doctor, Rose, Donna and the metacrisis Doctor had left in the TARDIS together. Jack looked at Rose, looked at the Doctor, looked at EJ and then back to the Doctor.

The penny dropped. "You're the other guy, the metacrisis Doctor."

Rose winced on John's behalf, he didn't like that title. "This is Dr. John Smith," Rose announced. "My husband."

"You two got married? You're just full of surprises; I didn't think you did domestic Doc." Jack was grinning madly. "Sorry I missed that one."

"So were we Jack," Rose said. "But we've got a brilliant video of it."

"I was John's Best Man," Jake said. "But I know he'd have wanted you for the gig if you'd been around."

John shot a look at Jake as though he shouldn't have told him that, but Jack just grinned. "Always the Best Man, never the bride," he teased. Rose nearly choked on her tea; Jack was always flirting with the Doctor, even in his previous incarnation.

Jake and the team finished their teas and coffees and said their goodbye's. John and Rose thanked them for their backup and told them they would be at Torchwood later with Jack.

John found a tracksuit that wasn't a bad fit for Jack and a pair of flip-flops for his feet, John's trainers just wouldn't fit.

Rose got EJ dressed and secured him in the carry-seat for the car.

"OK then, let's go and find out how you were able to get here," John said. "See you later Donna, keep an eye on things," he said as they headed for the front door.

"Of course John. And make sure you bring that eye-candy back with you."

Jack looked up to the ceiling and grinned. Rose rolled her eyes and laughed; now he was flirting with a house, brilliant.

They walked down the steps to the pavement and turned left into their parking area in front of the house. Jack burst out laughing.

"A Delorian! You've got a Delorian, that is SO you," he told them.

Rose pulled the passenger seat forwards and climbed into the back with EJ. The original Delorian was a two seater, but John had adapted the car after fitting the superconducting electric motors which left more room for back seats.

John reversed off the parking space and set off down the road. Rose was brimming with questions about the other universe, and started hesitantly.

"Have... have you seen Him since he dropped us off here?" She was biting her lower lip.

Jack turned in his seat so that he could better talk to them and shook his head. "No, he hasn't called in at Cardiff since then. But the websites are full of sightings and gossip, so he's still out there, fighting the fight," Jack smiled and then his eyes went sad.

"Only..." He hesitated. He knew Rose would worry about this.

"I received a message on my computer in the Hub." He gave a single laugh. "It's secret and un-hackable, and there it was on the screen."

He looked Rose in the eye. "He took Donna home and removed her memories of her time with him."

Rose gasped. "What? Why?" She was immediately concerned, it meant the bravest woman she had ever known had no memory of her amazing adventures.

"I was afraid of that," John said looking over at them. "A Time Lord consciousness doesn't fit in a human brain. It's like putting too much current through a light bulb, it burns brighter for a while and then it burns out."

"Oh, poor Donna," Rose said, and then realised the implications.

"But John, that means he's all alone. You know what he's like when he's got no one to look out for him." She was referring to the time when Donna had a time beetle on her back. She had made different decisions; never met the Doctor and he had died when she wasn't there to save him.

"Well, I may be able to put your mind at rest there," Jack told her. "Some of the gossip says that he is travelling with a young Scottish girl, a red head."

"Hah! I always liked red hair," John said as he looked at them. Then he saw Rose's face. "But I LOVE blonde," he said quickly. Jack was grinning at them but quickly turned serious.

"There's something else on the websites. I didn't believe it when I saw you this morning, but now I know the facts..." He took a deep breath. "He's regenerated."

Rose instinctively reached forwards and gripped John's shoulder.

"There was an incident in this small place called Leadworth. An escaped prisoner and an Atraxi prison ship. We mobilized to go and sort it out, but it was sorted before we got halfway there."

"So, you didn't actually see him then?" Rose asked.

"No, being a village, it didn't have many surveillance cameras to hack into. We checked the social networks and found photos taken on phones that showed a guy with floppy hair wearing a bowtie, with this 'hot' chick dressed as a WPC."

Jack grinned again. "Her skirt looked far too short to be regulation issue for the Metropolitan Police."

"Well that's not so bad then is it? A new body, a new companion. D'you think he'll be alright?" she asked John.

"Yeah, he's always alright," John replied. Rose rolled her eyes, he always said that. "He'll still be missing you though, even with a new companion to distract him," he told her.

They were driving down Bayswater Road alongside Hyde Park when Rose asked another question.

"Have you seen Mickey lately Jack? D'you know how he's doin'?"

"What? Mickey boy? He's doing fine. When the Doc dropped us off after the Crucible incident, I went back to Torchwood and Martha went to UNIT. She put in a word with them and they hired him on the spot, what with his experience with Torchwood over here. He's now the liaison operative between the two organisations and he's really good at it."

Jack hesitated before continuing, he wasn't sure how Rose would react to the next bit.

"Mickey and Martha are... a bit of an item now." He looked over to Rose in the backseat, who was grinning.

"That's brilliant. They'll be really good together. I'm glad he's finally found someone who's right for him."

"Smith and Jones, what a team they'll make," John said with a laugh.

Jack breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, me and Mickey had something once, but I've got my man now," she said, smiling in John's direction.

"Lucky girl," Jack said. "I always hoped I stood a chance."

John shot him a worried glance. "Yeah, but who with?" Jack winked at Rose and she burst out laughing.

"Oh, I forgot to mention before, Donna got married," he continued in a conversational tone.

"You mean she found someone who could put up with her?" John asked grinning.

"Yeah, a guy named Shaun. And apparently someone gave them a lottery ticket as a wedding present. They hit the jackpot on a triple rollover; it made them multi millionaires overnight."

"No way!" Rose said from the back. "That's fantastic. I know it doesn't make up for losing her memories, they're priceless, but it's good to know that everything is going okay over there."

"And over here too," Jack said as he smiled at EJ in the baby seat.