Hello and welcome to my new Doctor Who story! My name is I'msorrymylove and I'm a huge fan of Doctor Who. I have written another Doctor/OC series, the Kayla Hark Series, which features my OC, Kayla Hark. I also have written other fanfiction for different fandoms like Deadpool and Guardians of the Galaxy so if you're interested in those than check them out on my profile page.

As for this story, it is the first of the Master's Sequence and it will be updated every Sunday. As the summery suggests, it will eventually be a Doctor/OC story. Dezi, who is a Time Lady, is in her eighth regeneration. I picture her to look a bit like Catherine Tate with red hair only older – so think Donna but old.

I will be breaking the episodes up into three parts because Dezi isn't very talkative. I will mainly focus on the parts where either Dezi or the Doctor are in a scene because I'm assuming everyone has at least seen the episodes and know what's going on with everyone else. If I don't make something clear then please let me know and I'll answer any questions!

Key: 'Mental speaking;' "TV or radio speaking."

I do not own Doctor Who; it is owned by the BBC. The only thing I own is Dezi.

At the very edge of the universe, an older woman with red hair was rubbing her temples in the vain hope that the stimulus would help the pounding in her head. Her eyes were closed to the room she was in, allowing her to block out the too bright, artificial yellow light or the concerned blue and green alien, insect-like alien watching her.

"Chan – are you alright -tho?" The alien asked gently.

The woman did not open her eyes, but she did move one hand to give the alien a gentle wave, "I'm fine," she reassured, "Just a headache."

"Chan – do you want me to tell the Professor – tho?"

This time, when the woman replied, her eyes did pop open even when her head pounded in protest, "No, no," she bit out quickly, "He'll just needlessly worry."

The alien, Chantho, nodded. Despite her ability to speak the language all at the silo spoke, old texts had called it "Queen's English," Chantho had trouble picking up on inflections most would notice and call out, like speaking too quickly. Most would see that as a sign that something was amiss, that the speaker did not want what the other person was suggesting. Usually that would make the other person do what the person did not want to happen, but Chantho had never picked up on this; a fact the red-haired woman was very happy for. So the alien, without questioning the woman's intentions, agreed,"Chan – of course – tho."

The door to the lab slid open, the noise making the woman wince involuntarily. The Professor, an elderly man with gray hair and deep-set wrinkles, walked into the room with an air of weariness, "The Futurekind are becoming reckless," he reported, "Two dead on a run for water. The other one only just made it out with his life."

The woman frowned, "And the water?" she asked. She had felt parched for the last few days as she tried to limit her intake of water and she had really been hoping for more to come soon. They only had three or four more cups left for the three of them.

"Not worth death," the Professor answered with a shrug. He frowned at the woman, "Have you drank any today?"

"No," the woman said with a sigh. She supposed she could have lied, and if it had been anyone asking she would have without a second thought, but the Professor was different; he could see through her lies as if they were smoke.

Fixing her with a look, the Professor nodded to their small amount of water, "Drink," he said in a clear order.

"You're older," the woman pointed out, but she still got up from her seat and made her way over and drank a precious cup. She sighed in relief, feeling the coolness of the water pool inside of her. One never really notices how amazing a simple cup of water can feel until they have to go without.

"Dezi you must take better care of yourself," the Professor started, "What happens when I'm no longer here to remind you to drink and eat and sleep?"

"You're my older brother Yana," Dezi said with a shake of her head, "You're always going to be with me."

Yana frowned, "That's not the point. I'm worried about you. Don't think I haven't noticed your headaches."

Dezi winced, the reminder making her aware of her still heavily pounding head, "It's just old age."

Yana caught her eye, forcing her to look up from the ground she had stared at when she had replied to him, "Dezi, what aren't you telling me?"

"I'm telling you everything," Dezi promised.

But that wasn't the case at all. Even when talking to her brother, she could hear a younger male's voice gleefully cry out in her head, 'Cardiff.'

"Cardiff?" Martha Jones, a black woman with dark hair pulled back into a pony tail, echoed the Doctor with a scoff. Martha had been traveling with the Time Lord known as the Doctor for a bit over a year now, and when compared to the alien planets and the past and the future…Cardiff was a let down.

Hearing the scoff in her voice, the Doctor threw down a lever and whirled to face her, "Ah, but the thing about Cardiff is that it's built on a rift in time and space-just like California and the San Andreas Fault. The rift bleeds energy. Every now and then I need to open up the engines, soak up the energy and use it as fuel."

Despite the Doctor's enthusiasm, Martha remained, very, very unimpressed, "So it's a pit stop."

"Exactly," the Doctor agreed, his voice far more excited than her deadpan.

Martha suddenly frowned and bit her lip, the memory of newspapers photos of a crack running through Cardiff running through her brain, "Wait a minute. They had an earthquake in Cardiff a couple years ago. Was that you?"

Having moved to work on the console itself, the Doctor did not look up at Martha, "Bit of trouble with the Slitheen," he said dismissively, "Long time ago. Lifetimes. I was a different man back then."

Martha frowned. She recognized the tone the Doctor was using; the all – too overpowering wistfulness in it was one she had heard manytimes. It was the same tone he used to talk about Rose. Martha had never met Rose, but by the way the Doctor talked about the woman she had to have been something truly special; someone who as capable of walking the Earth like a god.

Otherwise, why would the Doctor love Rose so much to the point where every single women around him was invisible?

She watched carefully as the Doctor stared off in space for a moment before he shook his head, "Finito. All powered up," he said, all enthusiastic once more.

Grabbing onto the monitor, the Time Lord pulled it to him and looked at it. Martha saw a hint of panic on his face before he quickly, far faster than he usually did, started to make the TARDIS leave. Suddenly, there was a hefty shake. Sparks flew off the console and the Doctor and Martha were sent to the floor with twin huffs as the air was partially pushed out of them.

Crawling forwards, Martha clutched onto the console and looked over to see the Doctor doing the same, "What's that?" she yelled to him. While the Doctor was not the best driver, this was much worse than his usual craziness.

The Doctor was reading the monitor, his eyes scanning quickly over the intrarectally drawn circles, "We're accelerating into the future! The year one billion. Five billion. Five trillion. 50 trillion. What? The year 100 trillion. That's impossible!"

"Why? What happens then?" Martha asked.

"We're going to the end of the universe," the Doctor answered with a flabbergasted face.

Yana had somehow bought Dezi's answer that nothing was going on that she wasn't telling him, which was very surprising. Dezi was a horrible liar, not because she couldn't say the lie convincingly, but because her face would give away her guilt every single time. But there was something in her gut that was telling her to not tell Yana about the voice in her head. It wasn't like she heard it every single day, far from it. It would go in a cycle, starting with a small headache that grew and grew and grew until Dezi was in near tears. Then man's voice would say a couple of sentences, mainly about different locations or a person or a year. Like her head was a balloon, the headache would disappear and Dezi would feel fine…until the next headache started. The cycle usually lasted around a week or two at most.

Yet something was making Dezi nervous. She jumped when the scanner went off, reporting a high level of movement on the surface. Yana just turned to the screen and clicked his tongue, "There's movement on the surface. Another human hunt. God help him," he sighed with a shake of his head.

"Chan-should I alert the guards-tho?" Chantho asked with a small frown.

"I don't think we can spare them," Dezi said in a soft voice, a similar frown on her own face. The Futurekind had been hunting more often recently, as if they were preparing to go into hibernation. While their name came from a myth about them, it was widely believed the Futurekind were just wild animals. Hibernation, from the little texts Dezi had read about animals, would fit this belief. But, Dezi wondered, just what kind of weather were the Futurekind hibernating from? The books had always spoken of snow, whatever that was, and cold blasting winds, but that was the weather all the time – at least, that was the case ever since the stars had gone out.

"One more lost soul dreaming of Utopia," Yana said bitterly, his eyes still on the scanner as the hunt played out on the surface.

Dezi got up from her seat and moved over to her older brother. Wordlessly, she placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to give him as much comfort as she could. He sighed and rested his cheek against it for only a few moments, relaxing just a tiny bit at the gesture, "Don't give up Yana," Dezi said softly, the order coming out as a gentle request, "Utopia will work; we just need more time."

"Time is what we don't have," Yana pointed out with a shake of his head, "Time is what I don't have. Not in my old state."

Dezi sighed and walked over to the coffee, pouring a cup for the two of them, "We have enough time for a coffee break," she said firmly, "Lt. Atillo will understand."

Grimacing at the name, Yana moved away from the machine to sit down with Dezi at a small circular table. Taking the offered cup, he took a sip and screwed his face up, his eyes watering, "Perhaps Utopia will have coffee that's a little less sour."

Shaking his head as if that would get rid of the taste lingering on his mouth, Yana looked over at Chantho was standing to the side, "Would you like to join us?" he offered.

"Chan—I am happy drinking my own internal milk—tho," Chantho said with a happy smile.

While Dezi made the upmost effort to not laugh, Yana visibly blanched, "Yes, well, that's quite enough information, thank you," he said curtly, earning him a hit on the arm from Dezi.

"Be nice," she chastised.

For a moment all was peaceful in the lab, but then the tannoy had to crackle and Lt. Atillo had to say over it, "Professor and Dezi, I don't mean to rush you two, but how are we doing?"

Yana jumped to his feet, his coffee sloshing onto the table, "Uh, yes…uh…uh, yes. Working. Yes. Almost there," he rushed to reply, looking frantically over at Dezi and Chantho for aid.

"How's it looking on the footprint?" Lt. Atillo prompted slowly, clearly not buying Yana's answer.

"Chantho and I were able to accelerate the calculation matrix, but it's going to take time," Dezi answered, "It has to harmonize, but we're trying to a new reversal process and we'll have a definite result in two hours."

As Lt. Atillo replied with a promise to check in once the two hours had passed, Dezi turned to look at her brother, expecting him to be next to her in mutual weariness. Instead, Yana had wandered to the side and was pressing his hands against his forehead, rubbing it in a circle-pattern. Seeing Chantho looking at him as well, Dezi pointed her to the scanner while she went over to him, placing a hand on his arm, "Yana," she said softly, "Do you need some water."

It was as if he had heard her minutes behind, because he only replied a minute or two after Dezi had spoken to him, "I'll be fine. Just working."

Dezi nodded, "I told you it was part of getting old," she teased.

Yana gave her a smile, "What would I do without you?" He wondered as he made his way over to the scanner.

"Not have sour coffee," Dezi pointed out.

Sticking his tongue out at the remembered taste, Yana looked down at the scanner and then frowned, "Well, that's not a standard reading."

Dezi hurried over, something in Yana's voice prompting her look. Usually, the humans and the Futurekind showed up as green dots, but this reading was a green square; a green square that was phasing in and then off the screen before it settled.

"It would seem something new has arrived," Yana noted nonchalantly, as if green squares showing up was a common experience.

Dezi suddenly lifted her hand to her forehead, wincing at the sudden voice saying 'Well, we've landed…I don't know…Not even the Time Lords came this far.'

Closing her eyes, Dezi looked over at the scanner in sudden alarm. It had to be a coincidence that this voice had just landed somewhere when the scanner picked up on something appearing and disappearing…or landing. And who were the Time Lords? The more Dezi pondered on the name, the more she was certain she had heard the name before. It felt familiar, like putting on the old coat she had gotten at their last refugee camp. She pondered the name so much, she didn't even notice the way it seemed to echo in her brain, shifting from the man's voice to her own…only this voice was far lighter and almost amused rather than the serious tone her own voice carried.

The Doctor frowned down at Jack Harkness, a man who should not be lying in front of him clearly dead. It was impossible and it went against the laws a time, the itching he felt around the man just proved it, "Hello again," he greeted the man's corpse, wincing as he took in the burns the man would have felt. The time winds were unforgiving and harsh. If Jack hadn't been, well, Jack, then the man would have been in utter agony. He actually looked peaceful, though the paleness setting in would throw most people from 'peaceful' to 'dead.'

The Doctor reached behind his neck and scratched it, wincing at the awkward silence he was sharing with Jack's corpse, "Oh, I'm sorry," he said in a tone just a tad too grudging to actually mean the apology. Jack had been an adult and he had made his decision with all the information available. It wasn't the Doctor's fault that Rose had brought him back to life.

Though the whole 'leaving on a space station' probably did deserve some sort of apology. Maybe even a box of chocolates.

Martha flew back out of the TARDIS, an unnecessary medical kit in hand. Ever the nurse, the Doctor knew nothing would persuade Martha from trying to help Jack, and the Doctor liked that; it was one of the reasons she was his companion. She was compassionate about everyone, including strangers lying outside the TARDIS doors at the end of the known universe. And it was the end of the universe. The lack of stars in the sky just proved what the Doctor had already known – he was the first Time Lord to come this far in the history of the Time Lord race.

"It's a bit odd, though," Martha informed the Doctor, staring down at Jack with frown, "Not very 100 trillion—that coat's more like World War II."

The Doctor nodded slowly, taking in Jack's attire for the first time. The man was wearing a long, dark blue WWII style coat with the same era's shirt, slacks, and suspenders underneath it. Of course, his clothing had to be a nod to their history, the Doctor realized with a flash of pride at being remembered so outwardly; they had first met in WWII.

Remembering that Martha expected an answer, the Doctor slowly informed her of his theory, "I think he came with us."

Martha didn't turn to display her shock, but the Doctor knew her mouth had likely dropped open, and he could see her hands shaking as she set up the medical equipment, "How d'you mean? From Earth?" She asked in a voice that was trying to be casual but failing. Horribly.

"Must've been clinging to the outside of the TARDIS all the way through the vortex. Well, that very him," he muttered the last part with a shake of his head. Even when Jack had relaxed while traveling with Rose and his old self, he still would jump to do anything dangerous, even if it meant his life was at risk – especially if his life was at risk, in some cases. Sometimes, the Doctor wondered if Jack wanted to die. Despite how stupid Time Agents were, even they knew that going into the time vortex was suicide, and there's no near about the death either.

Martha turned to face the Doctor, an odd expression on her face. It was part serious, part incredulous; she clearly could not tell if the Doctor was being fully serious, "What? Do you know him?" She asked in a skeptic voice, her eyebrow arching.

"Friend of mine. Used to travel with me. Back in the old days," the Doctor explained, his hand going to the back of his head and scratching at it as he spoke, not truly aware of the action.

"But he's—I'm sorry, there's no heartbeat. There's nothing. He's dead," Martha said slowly, her eyes meeting him as she scanned his face to watch him carefully.

But the Doctor was not upset, no where close to crying or any mournful actions. He just took a step back and crossed his arms, feeling an uncomfortable pull in his stomach that had not been there earlier. He looked down at Jack and watched as the man did not move…Until he did. He jerked alive, reaching up to grab Martha's shoulder with a loud and powerful gasp for air followed by several rapid ones.

Like anyone who was grabbed suddenly by someone they fully believed to be dead, Martha shrieked. But like anyone who was able to successfully travel with the Doctor, she took this new development in stride, "Oh well, so much for me," she said with a shake of head, deciding firmly that Jack could not have come back to life. As if nothing strange had happened, she started to tend to Jack in full "doctor mode." She rubbed Jack's back in a soothing circle, saying to him, "It's all right. Just breathe deep. I've got you now."

If the Doctor had any doubts if the man was Jack, they were erased by the familiar actions the man did. He looked Martha up and down and then gave her a smile with just a few too many white teeth in it to be anything but charming, "Captain Jack Harkness. And who are you?"

Martha flushed under the smile Jack was giving her, "Martha Jones."

Jack held out a hand, the smile, somehow, growing wider, "Nice to meet you, Martha Jones."

"Oh, don't start!" the Doctor burst as Martha shook Jack's hand.

Jack rolled his eyes, giving the Doctor a short look, "I was just saying hello," he protested.

"I don't mind," Martha added quickly, as if that made it any better. No one ever minded Jack's flirting, but that just made it worse for them. Sooner or later, Jack would move on to something of greater interest and the Doctor hated to see that heartbroken face they had. He frowned as he watched Martha get to her feet and help Jack stand. Jack gave her a charming smile…and then seemed to forget about her in favor of turning to take the Doctor in with a cold, guarded look. The Doctor gave him a cold, guarded look of his own, meeting Jack's eyes with a clear challenge; the Time Lord had barely enough time to see Martha's crestfallen face, a face that made him redouble his efforts in his challenge with Jack.

"Doctor," Jack said.

"Captain," the Doctor replied.

The Doctor nearly preened in the warm pride that ran through him when Jack was the one to relax first by giving him a small nod, "Good to see you."

"And you. Same as ever…although…have you had work done?" the Doctor asked, raising his chin to get a good look at Jack through the darkness.

Jack rolled his eyes, "You can talk!" He protested with a motion to the Doctor's face.

The Doctor just shrugged. Regeneration was far different from getting cosmetic surgery – one was a necessary, the other was vanity, "Oh yes, the face. Regeneration," he explained. He paused, his brow furrowing. While he was used to changing his face, others, like Jack, would not be, "How did you know this was me?"

"The police box kinda gives it away," Jack pointed out dryly. "I've been following you for a long time. You abandoned me," he accused in a suddenly serious tone.

"Did I?" the Doctor questioned lightly, "Busy life. Move on," he suggested.

Excepting that that would be the best response he would get from the Doctor, Jack switched topics, "Just gotta ask. The Battle of Canary Wharf. I saw the list of the dead. It said Rose Tyler."

The Doctor beamed at the question, not noticing Martha's stiffening behind the two men, "Oh no! Sorry! She's alive!" he assured the man.

"You're kidding?!" Jack cried out, staring at the Doctor with baited breath, as if the Doctor would be so cold as to lie about Rose Tyler.

"Parallel world safe and sound. And Mickey! And her mother!"

"Oh yes!" With the whoop still ringing in the air, Jack pulled the Doctor into a tight hug, laughing so infectiously that the Doctor couldn't help but join in.

Neither noticed Martha hanging back, a small frown on her face. She had never met Rose before, but the way the Doctor talked about her, and now the way Jack was reacting to her, Martha had a feeling that if she ever did meet then she would be hopelessly disappointed. Rose-tinted glasses are very much of a thing. But Martha had learned how to not look upset by the Doctor's reactions. So she just smiled wryly and shook her head, "Gold old Rose," she murmured.

Dezi was watching the scanner, though not out of interest. No, this was necessity akin to sleeping and eating. The more she watched the scanner and the three dots around the unknown square, the more Dezi was sure that one of those dots were him. This was only backed up by the increasing frequency she heard the man's voice. The cycle of waves she had become used to, what she expected to happen each week, had vanished when the green square stopped blipping out on screen. In their place was frequent sharp stabs of pain in her head followed by snippets of what the man was saying.

As if this wasn't enough, the green dots had now started to move, their trajectory taking them to the green dot being chased by the Futurekind. If the chased person was smart, then they were going to try and make it to the silo, and since the three new dots were going to meet up with this person, that meant they were coming to the silo, which meant he was coming to the silo.

Not for the first time, Dezi wondered what the man looked like. Even when she had thought him a disembodied voice, she had laid awake wondering what person would fit the voice. She had already decided that the voice's body was a man, no women Dezi had met, humanoid or otherwise, could make their voice go that deep. Dezi had always liked to imagine him as tall. Not too tall, but not overtly short either. He would had brown hair that would stick up everywhere, especially when he ran his hand through it – which Dezi had decided he would do a lot. His eyes would be brown too, a warm, understanding brown.

Dezi had no idea where the idea for this man had come from; she had spent her life going from camp to camp with her brother and had never thought to make friends with some of the other children. Now she was old and the man she imagined to go with the voice was much younger than her.

"Dezi," Yana called over to her, "I need you to go get some supplies."

Biting her lip, Dezi gave the scanner one last look, the three dots had only just met up with the other dot, and walked over to her brother, "Supplies?"

"Just some more gluten extract," Yana elaborated with a frown. His eyes were firmly on the circuit in front of him, not even glancing up to look at his sister, which meant he did not see Dezi frown.

She was not frowning because she was being asked to go get supplies. Yana had asked that from her before and she was always more than willing to help. Unlike her older brother, or even Chantho, Dezi was not a technical genius. Sure, she could keep up with what Yana was trying to do, and she had been able to run a few diagnostic tests on the model for him, anyone could be trained to do that. If Dezi was anything, she was an assistant to her brother; the most she had done was help Chantho build a few objects here and there.

No, she was not frowning at the task itself, but of what the task asked of her, "That's at the other end of the silo," Dezi reminded her brother.

Yana just hummed, "As long as I get it in the next thirty minutes we should be fine," he said in a reassuring manner, assuming that Dezi was worried about how long the task would take her.

But Dezi was not worried about the length of the task, just where it would take her – away from the scanner and the three new green dots and the strange green square, "Will you try to contact me if something happens with the scanner?" Dezi asked.

Yana waved his hand, "Yes, yes," he agreed.

Knowing he had not heard a word she had said, Dezi huffed and headed out. If she walked very quickly, at a sped of short of a jog, then Dezi would be back within twenty minutes. If she actually did jog, then she would only take fifteen minutes. Usually she wasn't so invested in the scanner, but then again, usually she wasn't hearing the man's voice in her head so often. This day, if it was anything, was not usual. Not even close to usual. She winced, rubbing at her forehead with one hand as a sharp pain ran through her skull, making her teeth clench, 'I've got a ship nearby. It's safe. It's not far, it's just over there…Or maybe not.'

The voice just made her walk faster.

As Dezi walked through the entrance, the bags holding the gluten extract with one hand, she collided with a firm figure. She gasped out, nearly falling against the man's chest only for the man to grab both her arms to steady her, "Easy there," he said in an odd voice. His vowels sounded different, as if he was spreading every word apart.

Dezi looked up, taking in the man's face. He had blue eyes, brown hair, and a smile on his face, "You alright?" the man asked in the still odd voice.

"I'm fine," Dezi assured him. She took a step back and stared at the man critically, "You're voice is odd."

The man laughed heartedly. "I like to think of it as exotic," he suggested with a raised eyebrow and a smile shifting to a smirk.

Dezi shifted her weight, feeling a blush rising in her cheeks. While she had not been around many others except for her brother, she knew what flirting looked like and this man was flirting. Perhaps if she had been younger she would have flirted back, but the time for that was over for her. She was too old and too slow to keep up with men like the one in front of her.

I really must get going," she told him quietly, "My brother needs me to get these supplies back to him," not giving him time to protest, she started to head to the lab, her grip on the gluten bags tightening in relief when the man did not go after her. It was only later that she realized that his flirting made her feel itchy and uncomfortably warm, but she chalked that up to her inexperience.

Just as she made it to the lab door, it slid open for Yana, "Dezi!" He cried out, his eyes glittering, "Just drop those off. Quickly now!"

Not questioning him, Dezi placed the bags just inside the door, "Is everything alright?" she asked, taking in his flushed appearance.

Yana nodded rapidly, "There's a new person at the silo. They say he's a scientist!"

He hurried off with the expectation for Dezi to follow him clear. Frowning, Dezi glanced back at the lab before she too followed. It couldn't possibly be him, could it? She desperately wanted to look at the scanner, to see if the three dots and the square had disappeared, but Yana's clear want for her to follow was not to be ignored. Even though she did next to nothing, Yana liked to have her meet everyone as an equal. He always explained it as they were family, and that's what family does, but it always made Dezi feel awkward. She didn't understand the questions poised at her about the technical side, and when Yana jumped in to answer every single question, she could see the skepticism in the people's eyes. But it made Yana so happy and proud of his little sister, and if this man was a scientist then maybe he would know what to do for the circuit and fix it. Maybe everyone would get to Utopia.

"Did they give a name?" Dezi asked.

"Just 'doctor,'" Yana answered.

"Doctor of what?"

"Of everything."

Dezi frowned. A 'doctor of everything' was a bold claim. Doctors had knowledge, had read ancient texts and could speak about the years past when the stars hadn't gone out. Some claimed they could heal others and some claimed they knew the future. None, or at least none of the ones she had come upon, claimed they were a scientist. She thought about voicing this doubt to her brother, to try and let him down gently for his very likely disappointment, but when he turned around and repeated in a hushed, excited voice, "A doctor, Dezi," she knew that she couldn't do that to him. All she could do was cross her fingers in desperate hope that all turned out well.

She stopped in a jerking halt as Yana paused in front of corridor, looking it down with an odd expression on his face, "Yana?" Dezi asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Yana turned suddenly, his face shifting to something like a snarl, his eyes wild. He grabbed her wrist and squeezed it tightly enough she gasped out. He said nothing, just glared at her with his wild, wild eyes, squeezing her wrist tighter and tighter…"Yana, you're hurting me," Dezi panted out, tears welling in her eyes.

Immediately, Yana dropped her wrist and stepped away. He looked down at his hand, his expression unreadable. After a moment of silence he shook his head, "You startled me," he accused, before he rushed down the corridor without even a glance behind to see if she was following him.

Dezi watched him, her other hand going to her wrist and rubbing it slowly. She bit her lip, watching as he pushed through others to get to a group of three. With some trepidation, Dezi followed him from a distance. She didn't want to startle him again and make him lash out and grab something. The way he had squeezed her wrist, glaring at her…it was not something Dezi would push him to do again.

In front of her, Yana stopped at the group, which Dezi could not see yet. He looked between two men before settling on one of them, only to get pointed to the one he had ignored. Yana grabbed the man's hand and started to shake it and then using it as a leash to pull the man off down the back corridors that would take them to the labs quickly. The man called something of his shoulder before he was lead off.

Dezi hurried forwards, meeting the man's two companions. She took them in. One was a black, dark haired woman with a thoughtful frown on her face and the other was…"Hello again."

Flirting man gave her a wide smile, drawing the black woman to look at her, "Hello," Dezi greeted with an uncomfortable shift on her feet.

The man stuck out his hand, "Captain Jack Harkness."

Gingerly, Dezi shook the man's hand. He was impossibly warm, a warmth that felt less comforting and more like a furnace. When she pulled back her hand, she nearly expected there to be burns on it, but when she chanced a glance at it, there was nothing strange about it. She glanced up at Jack; the man was watching her with an amused smirk as "Martha Jones," introduced herself, "Do you know that man?" she asked with a nod down the corridor Yana had taken the scientist down.

"That's Professor Yana," Dezi informed her promptly, "He's my brother."

Martha nodded slowly, a frown on her face for a brief moment, "Where'd he take the Doctor?"

"Who?"

It was Jack who answered Dezi's question, "The man your brother took off with. He's the Doctor."

Dezi felt a chill go up her spine. She was sure if she looked at her arms she would see that goose bumps had risen up on them, that her hair would be standing on end. Several times when she had heard the voice, he would introduce himself as 'the Doctor.' No other name would ever follow this introduction. Now, with Jack and Martha speaking about this man with only the name 'Doctor,' Dezi was certain. Whoever this man was, Dezi knew it was the voice in her head. It was him.

I had so much fun writing this chapter! I really like Dezi and she's just so fun to write. I'm trying to set up a lot of stuff in this chapter and I feel like it came up so well. Dezi is pretty different from my other characters and that's going to become pretty obvious, especially once Utopia is finished.

In case anyone is wondering, Dezi's theme song in this regeneration is Lazarus by David Bowie.

I hope everyone liked this chapter! As a I said in the top, this will be updated every Sunday so I will see you all next week!