Right so, Doctor Who.

Obviously it contains the Doctor (10th) and Jack. The Master might walk in later on as a flashback thing. RnR for suggestions on that.

Rating will increase for later chapters but I shall attempt to write it so that if you do not like reading that sort of stuff you can just skip the chapter.

Hope you enjoy =D

The Doctor hurried around the console room, pulling levers and spinning various knobs. The TARDIS lurched violently, throwing the Doctor off of the console to land heavily by one of the support posts. The TARDIS groaned and hummed, flashing her lights in response to the sickening crack that was the Doctor's head meeting a rather solid post. Worried when her Time Lord did not rise, the TARDIS made a quick decision, she needed to find help and quickly. Steadying herself, she set off for Cardiff.

The Hub had been busy as of late, the Rift randomly spitting out aliens and their gear all over the busy city. Jack and his team were exhausted, dirty, and scratched thanks to a few stray Weevils. The battered group sat around the conference table, slowly drinking the coffee that Ianto had made before he too collapsed in a chair. Looking around the table, Jack leaned forward and rested his chin on his hand.

"So, what did we get for our little collection today? Jack asked, trying to keep the fatigue out of his voice and fooling no one. Owen glanced at him, trying to judge how his body had coped with the amount of work but, as always, it was impossible to tell with Jack.

"Well, we found this." Tosh said as she held up a small, silver capsule that was marked with what looked like teeth marks. "Still not quite sure what it is though."

"Right… could I take a look?" Tosh handed the capsule over tiredly and Jack began to inspect it carefully before he heard an unmistakable sound that made him freeze and his eyes widen. The rest of the team saw Jack freeze up and were instantly on high alert.

"Jack? What's wrong? Has something happened?" Gwen asked, panic, despair, and perhaps a little bit of anger at the possibility of more trouble keeping her out of bed creeping into her voice. Jack kept still; he slowly dropped the capsule into his pocket and stood up. Noticing that the team was about to stand as well, Jack shook his head. Looking down into the Hub, he saw the familiar blue police box materialise next to the coffee machine, the wind that always accompanying it sending various packets of tea and coffee flying.

"What is that?"

Jack ignored the question, answering the one the Gwen asked earlier.

"I hope not, either something really bad is going to happen, or something already has and we're all in for a hell of a ride." Jack practically ran down the stairs and touched the blue box softly making soothing noises to the curiosity of his team. He looked over to them as they approached and decided it would be best to set out the rules before He appeared.

"No touching the box or anything that comes out of it. No getting in it, no testing it. Don't do anything." Jack stressed the last word, making his eyes as cold as ice silently promising pain, and a lot of it, to whoever broke those rules. Nervously, the team backed off. Jack was never this adamant about anything without good reason.

"What's wrong ol' girl? What's got you so upset?" Jack placed a hand gently on the side of the box and his mind was assaulted with images. They were spinning in the vortex, sparks were flying and something hit the side. Jack felt more than saw the Doctor fly across the room and hit his head, hard, on a support post. Opening his eyes, Jack walked to the door and pushed it open gently; turning back he looked to his team. Fascination, envy, worry, and fear were evident in all of their faces.

"Stay. I'll be back." Shutting the door Jack stepped into the TARDIS and was assaulted by the worry and pain that the TARDIS was feeling. "Don't worry ol' girl, I'll help him.

As soon as Jack's eyes adjusted to the darker lighting in the TARDIS, he noticed the prone figure, still lying against the pillar. Jack fought down the rush of unease that surged through him as he took long strides towards the Doctor. Crouching down, he pressed his fingers to the side of the Doctors neck, feeling for a pulse. Finding what he was looking for, we released the breath that he didn't know he was holding. Gently, so as to avoid any other injuries the Doctor might have, Jack performed a quick check to make sure that no bones were broken. Judging from the size of the bump on the back of the Doctors head, he might have a concussion, but hopefully no permanent damage. Speaking quietly throughout his examination, Jack was trying to ease the worry of the TARDIS although he knew the ship would have done her own checks to see what was wrong.

"I need to get Owen to take a look at him." Jack stood up and immediately felt the unease hit him again. The TARDIS was unsure about letting anyone in unless the Doctor knew them personally and he was at the least, awake. Holding up his hands to try and stop the TARDIS from flooding his mind, Jack sighed deeply. "I'm going to take him outside, have Owen look at him, and then bring him right back in were you, we, can monitor him." There was a pause before he felt what he assumed was the physic equivalent of nodding. Carefully picking the Doctor up, he cradled the Doctors head into his shoulder, trying to provide as much support as possible. Nearing the door, he appreciated the TARDIS opening the doors for him so he didn't have to juggle his precious cargo.

As he stepped out of the ship, he was bombarded with questions, all trace of weariness from his team gone. But all the questions stopped when they saw his face, no laughter was in his eyes, not even anger, no, the only thing they could see was the deepest concern for the man nestled gently in the Captains arms.

"Owen, please, would you take a look at him? He's hit his head and he hasn't woken up for…" Jack trailed off, looking at the TARDIS to fill in the blank. Owen glanced sharply at Jack, Captain Jack never said please. "At least 30 minutes." Jack finished, Owen glanced between the ship and Jack before finally resting on his latest patient.

"All right, let's get him to the med-center." Owen and the team watched as Jack strode off, his usually smooth gait even smoother as though the slightest bump would break the man into a thousand pieces. Owen followed behind, questions whirling through his and the team's heads.

"Right," Owen spoke softly as Jack laid the man down on the table gently and stroked his cheek, "I'm going to need to know some things." Owen winced as he felt as sharp probe rush into his mind. Unwanted memories floated past his mind and he dimly heard Jack yelling at something. Finally the pain receded but now he could feel a presence in his mind that was almost, sulking.

"Sorry Owen, before I answer anything I'm going to have to say some general things." Unsure what Jack meant, Owen just nodded. "First, people in this room are a part of my, Captain Jack Harkness' team, Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones, Owen Harper, Toshiko Sato. We are members of Torchwood Three based in Cardiff, Wales, Earth. The one who will be checking the patient is Dr. Owen Harper." The team looked at Jack as if he was barking mad while he recited all this, unaware of the very dangerous force that was sitting quietly in the center of their building.

"Jack, has this got to do with the mental assault?" Owen asked cautiously. Jack looked over and nodded.

"Now, I ask that the hasty apologize for the 'mental assault' before we get to work." Owen felt a voice whisper in his head, rather grudgingly he noticed, a small 'sorry' before promptly disappearing. Jack smiled thinly at Owen's confused expression. Then, as if he remembered something, he opened his Vortex Manipulator and pressed a sequence of buttons.

"Also, for matters that will remain undisclosed, all cameras and microphones that are in the building have been temporally shut off." This elicited gasps from all members of the teams. "Finally, any tests that will be done will be only kept until the patient is completely well and then will be destroyed." Jack felt an appreciative smile from the TARDIS.

"Jack, why? What is he?" Tosh and Gwen stared at the unconscious man lying in the middle of their base, unsure if they should be fearing for their lives or not. Ianto gripped the end of what Jack could only assume to be a gun of some sort and Owen's face had paled considerably.

"It'll be fine." Jack assured. "What do you need to know? Owen?"

Owen snapped out of his trance and picked up a clipboard.

"Right… well, um, species?"

"Classified," Owen looked up in surprise, "just treat him as a human, except that he has two hearts and normal body temperature of 15 – 16 Celsius."

"Right… um, age?"

"900 or so." This cause Owen to glance up again but Jack wasn't looking; he was nervously playing with the lapel of the pinstripe suit.

"'Kay, how about you tell me what you can and it will be off the record."

"Head trauma." Jack stated bluntly, hands picking off invisible bits of dust. "Look, I know you're just doing your job but…" Jack smiled, nervousness shining through, "could you just hurry up?" Owen felt a slight pressure on his mind showing that whatever was there, it certainly agreed with what Jack was saying.

"Right right, head trauma." Gently, Owen ran his hands under the man's head and felt the bump. "Swelling, nothing wrong with the skull though it seems…" Owen mumbled under his breath as he bustled around. Sliding up the eyelids, Owen passed a light over them judging their dilation. Sighing, he pulled off his gloves and sat down.

"Right, so, slight concussion but other than that he'll be fine. When he wakes up give him some aspirin and tell him to be careful about his head for a couple of days and he'll be fine."

"No, no aspirin." Jack said sharply. He looked around at the group, "He won't be stupid enough to take any, probably," he felt the TARDIS chuckle at that, "but no one gives him any medication. Especially aspirin, understood." Jack heaved a relieved sigh as one by one the heads looking at him nodded in understanding.

"Right." Gently, easing the man up into his arms again he strode back towards the blue box that was sitting patiently in the middle of the Hub. The doors opened eagerly and the team saw the inside, impossibly massive on the inside, Jack stopped and turned around as he stood in the doorway.

"Do me a favour? Turn the cameras and mics on again would ya?"

"Jack?"

"'Mmm?"

"Who is he?" Jack looked around at the faces, he trusted them and he felt the TARDIS give her consent. Smiling fondly, lovingly, down at the bundle in his arms, Jack turned around and walked away into the TARDIS softly answering their question before the doors shut behind him.

"He's the Doctor. He's my Doctor."