DISCLAIMER: I own Doctor Who - NOT.
A/N: All characters will arrive eventually, just not crammed into the first chapter.
Captain Jack Harkness smiled knowingly at the TARDIS screen (not in the counsel room - too obvious for what he needed) where a list of names of all the people travelling in the TARDIS, from Jack's very own entrance into the ship with the Ninth Doctor and Rose Tyler, and then up to the Doctor's Eleventh regeneration and some girl named Clara.
"Thank you." he said to she ship as he clicked a check next to each of the names, and then clicked a button that said 'save'. The whole setup reminded him of 21st century websites, and he grinned as one by one, little loading bars appeared next to each of the names, along with a small picture of the person as they looked now. He felt a little bit of shock as he downed pictures of Rose, Martha, and Donna looking older than he had last seen them, and he also felt a pang, though a different one, at how happy they looked. His eyes scanned the screen again, taking in the newest Doctor and his newest companions. His laughed out loud at the awkward man wearing a bow tie proudly, and below him a pretty ginger woman, a blonde man with a large nose, and a small brown haired girl - all very attractive, if Jack had any say in it.
He grinned broader when he saw that the Ninth Doctor and Rose Tyler's bars were almost done loading.
Suddenly, as the gradually lengthening blue bar turned a bright green, and he heard a thunk and a shout behind him, and then a more female screech and another thump.
He spun around to see Rose Tyler and the Ninth Doctor face down on the wooden floors of the room. "Hello Doc! Hello Rose!" Jack chirped brightly as the leather clad Time Lord and the blonde woman stood up, stunned expressions on their faces.
"Jack!" Nine scolded, shaking out his arms. "Where are we? What did you do?" he interrogated, while Rose was still gaping. "How..when..but you regenerated!" she sputtered to Nine, who quirked an eyebrow. "I did no such thing." he replied, now both of them completely ignoring Jack - not the heartfelt reunion he'd been hoping for, but fine just the same. Then he remembered - of course, now he knew what was going on. All of the people that were coming onto the TARDIS (not knowing where it was, the very thought made him smirk with pride) were as they were at the present moment. Of course Rose would be further along in time than a Doctor from many years ago.
"You're from the past, Doctor." Jack explained lazily, his charming grin returning to his face. "Rose is from now. Timey wimey, as you'd say."
Nine raised his eyebrow again. "When would I say rubbish like that? And where the hell are we?"
"On the TARDIS," Jack explained brightly. "And ready for a game we're going to play!" he smiled when Rose asked. "What game? How are we here?"
Nine responded with an answer to her second question. "He messed with the dimensions and the time vortex to get us here. It's present day, for him. Still the same day as you left. 'Prolly about..eh.. 5 minutes ago?" he then realized what he said and turned to Jack. "You messed with the dimensions for a game? What could be that important?" he asked, his voice raising in volume.
"You don't announce the party schedule before all the guests are here, Doctor!" Jack joked, grinning again. "And guests 2, 3, and 4 are about to arrive!" he said excitedly as the Tenth Doctor, Martha and Donna's bars flicked from blue to green.
thunk, thunk, thunk
Three more bodies appeared on the floor, and Jack spoke allowed. "If none of ya can teleport skillfully, I'll need something for you to land on..." when suddenly, Ten shot up like a rocket. He voiced the same questions as Nine, and as things were explained, Martha insisted on checking everyone for concussions, and no one noticed that Donna remained on the floor until she sat up and let out a blood curdling scream.
Ten whipped around and Martha rushed over, ceasing the check of Rose and dashing over to Donna, who was now crying out about something burning, and Martha, who had luckily enough been carrying her medical bag when she was teleported, searched the spilled contents of her bag and found the thermometer, before dusting it off on her shirt and sticking it in Donna's mouth. The small screen read 120 degrees in Fahrenheit. Martha gaped at the small tool, before Rose spoke up asking. "What's that in Celsius?"
"More than any human can stand," Martha said darkly, and Ten whipped around to face Jack. "Where in the TARDIS are we? We need to get to the med bay, immediately."
"I-I closed off all exits...we can't leave until everyone is here!" Jack stammered, guilt washing over him.
"I have some fever decreasing medicine in my bag," Martha explained quietly as another thunk sounded, which only Jack looked over at the screen to confirm. Mickey Smith, the tin dog, had arrived, and no one would acknowledge his presence - it felt just like the old days, except right now, Jack felt more danger than any time he'd been running from the Daleks.
"It's not enough." Ten snapped, "She has Time Lord in her, the only thing that could stop it is her being with the other half of me and her - the clone. Rose flinched at the word clone, but no one noticed as just then Mickey spoke.
"Well," he said, pointing to the screen. "Looks like he's up next."
A/N: So what does everyone think Jack's special game is? Or plural games? Will Donna be saved by Tentoo's presence? Why am I asking questions I know the answers to? Find out next time on - Doctors, Companions, and Stupid Earth Games!