Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated my stuff in a while, but I broke my wrist. It sucks. But anyway I've kind of really gotten into NCIS recently and I've really wanted to write this down. This takes place at the end of The End Of Time part 2, but this going to be a bit AU; just warning you. So screw the wrist I say, on with the story!

Chapter One

Captain Jack Harkness was content to sit here drinking and chatting it up with the fine young gentleman Alonso the Doctor had most generously introduced to him without a word spoken. Although he had to admit, he was a bit concerned about his alien friend. It wasn't like him to not say anything and run off in his box. What alarmed Jack more was the fact that the Doctor had been the one to set him up with someone. Something was wrong.

Luckily, he didn't have to move out of his chair to find the Time lord back again. Though this time he was standing several feet away with a nervous expression that could be read from his face; making the atmosphere terribly awkward. He finally piped up,

"Listen Jack. We need to talk. Do you mind Alonso? It'll only take a second or two hours, depending on how long you want." Jack was personally confused to why he was interrupting them but Alonso could only stammer,

"I— well— I— wait. It's you! From the Titanic! You saved us; from the hosts!" Jack eyed the Doctor in curiosity, especially since he had put the man in such a flabbergasted state.

"The Titanic?" Jack mused aloud and chuckled at the idea of the Doctor of all people on the legendary vessel. The Doctor came over and patted Alonso lightly on the shoulder.

"Good man! Now come on Jack!" The Doctor rushed out of the doors and Jack made to follow him but stopped in his tracks and whispered into Alonso's ear,

"I'll have to take a raincheck on this one." He handed the man his business card and scurried after the alien. He searched for him and found the Doctor leaning against a wall almost panting from being out of breath.

"Guess I'm not as young as I used to be," the Doctor remarked, though Jack could see through him.

"What's wrong?" he questioned. The Doctor glanced down not meeting his eyes as though he were ashamed and finally replied,

"I'm dying Jack. I've visited everyone, including you, and I thought that would be enough and I could regenerate alone this time. But I don't think I can. I'm such a coward. Always been afraid of death, yet I'm talking to the man who desires it most." Jack strode over and placed a hand on the Doctor's shoulder. He was burning up.

"Everyone is afraid, and that might include me. I still don't know whether I truly want to continue to live or die. But you'll survive this, you always do," Jack consoled.

"Yes I know. The Doctor has endured pain and death and has survived it all. But I will never live again." Jack didn't know how else to respond except,

"Let's go to the TARDIS."

The Captain supported the Doctor on his trip back to the TARDIS since his legs started to wobble and he almost fell. To see his friend in so much pain hurt him as well, but he still journeyed forward. With his head cast down the Time lord merely snapped his fingers and the doors swung open without hesitation. The Doctor strolled towards the console flicking a few switches and levers carelessly. He looked up after a while.

"Well?" he asked.

"Well what?" Jack queried, perplexed as to what he meant.

"I thought it was obvious. Where do you want to go? I mean, I thought I should have the time of my tenth life since it's almost the end of it. So, I'm leaving it up to you. Actually, have you been to Space Florida?" the Doctor suggested. Before Jack could reply, the TARDIS doors slammed shut and its wheezing noise started up along with its usual jerking around.

"I don't think that's for us to decide Doctor," Jack stated clinging to a railing. However as the Doctor attempted to reach the console it jerked back sending him flying into the captain's chair, leaving him utterly winded.

"Why is it acting up? Where you taking us old girl?" the Doctor demanded. The TARDIS delivered the answer as the shaking ceased and it was clear they made the destination. The Doctor scampered over, seized the sledgehammer hanging from the console, and lightly tapped the dashboard muttering,

"Behave." His eyes scanned the monitor.

"Where are we?" Jack inquired.

"Exact same date only we're on a naval base, in America. Why?"

"It's the home of the brave Doc, had to visit sometime." Jack ambled down the grated flooring to the doors.

"Ladies first," he commanded.

"Oh, ha ha Jack. But after ten regenerations it's not I likely chance I'll change genders. Blimey, I don't know what I'd do if I was a girl," the Doctor countered.

"I didn't know you could switch genders. Well I guess instead of kissing the Nightingale Martha Smith-Jones you'd have to settle for Mickey Mouse," the Captain suggested jokingly.

"That would be disgusting!" the Doctor retorted.

"I'll be sure to tell him you said that the next time I see him."

With that they opened the doors and ventured outside, deciding not to waste the Doctor's borrowed time.

"Something or someone brought us here. The TARDIS took us here for a reason. Now I just have to figure it out," the Doctor reasoned. Jack spotted something that disgusted his eyes, but he had found the answer to the Doctor's question.

"Doc, look! We have to get over there!" He pointed in the direction he was looking and ran to a woman lying on the pavement in pain. The Doctor followed his lead was by his side tending to the injured woman. A bullet was lodged in her leg and it appeared that one had also grazed her ear slightly.

"I can't… move," she gasped from the strength of the pain.

"It's alright; you're going to be fine. I'm a doctor, I can help. We can carry you over to where my equipment is and I can treat you," the Doctor explained calmly. She shook her head in a panic and croaked,

"No, you mustn't. Leave me here, there's no hope for me. They're coming back. They're not finished with me. They're coming back. They're not finished with me."

"Who did this to you? Who are 'they'?" Jack interrogated. She only repeated in a mutter,

"They're coming back. They're not finished with me. They're coming back. They're not finished with me."

"Come on Doctor. We need to get her some place safe, if what she says is true."

"Right, Jack give me a hand," the Doctor instructed. Jack was about to do as told until he heard hushed voices bickering from a nearby alleyway.

"I'm going to check the perimeter. Stay with her," Jack declared and dashed to where he had heard the source of the noise. As he was running of he could hear the Doctor shout,

"Jack! Wait! Uh… be careful!"

"I can't promise anything!" Jack yelled in return and continued in his pursuit. He crept in the alley with caution and stealth, but his chest was met with an array of bullets. His killers approached him.

"Wasn't expecting intruders. We'll just have fix that, won't we?" one man commented.

"Who's your partner?" the other one questioned.

"Like I would tell you," Jack snapped back.

"You're a feisty one, aren't you? We don't have any use for him. Shoot him in the head to make sure he's dead. We'll find the other one and finish off our little Petty Officer Jenkins." The one man scurried to find the two, who Jack prayed had hidden themselves.

"You ready to die punk?"

"With pleasure," Jack spat back and soon darkness invaded his vision. They would be safe. He knew it.

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They always wander off, don't they? Never listening to him, getting into trouble, and he had to save them plus a whole planet. Well he hoped there wasn't a planet at stake since he had just saved the Earth twenty minutes ago. Jack should've been able to check the perimeter and be back by now. Which meant this woman's attackers were still here.

"I'm going help lift you up and I'll take you somewhere safe. No one is going hurt you," the Doctor explained and she nodded her head quickly in response. He slung her arm around his shoulder and lifted her to her feet. She moaned a bit from the pain and the Doctor could only sympathize for her. As they shuffled forwards the Doctor tried to distract her and start a conversation.

"So what's your name?" he asked.

"Petty Officer Jenkins," she replied, lips quavering.

"I asked for your name, not your rank."

"It's Rene."

"Rene? Why that's a lovely name! Hello Rene, I'm the Doctor."

"I thought you said we weren't going by rank," she noted.

"Oh boy, you are clever! I'm John Smith."

"Are you British?" she inquired. The Doctor pondered over this a bit. He didn't want to confuse the Rene by telling her he was actually a Time lord who traveled across time and space and his home was blue police box, so he just went along with it. He guessed he sounded British.

"'Yeah I was visiting America with my friend and sort of got lost. Well I guess I got really lost to end up here. Well here we are," he announced as they approached the police box doors.

"You sure about this?" she questioned.

"It's the safest place I know," he assured her and opened the doors. He smiled fondly as her mouth gaped in wonder. He loved it when they did that.

"How?" she breathed.

"Come on; let's get you to the med bay." They made their way to the medical room and he had her rest on one of the beds.

"I'm going to remove the bullet from your leg. It won't hurt a bit," the Doctor asserted and did as he said he would. Rene screamed in agony from the pain of the removal.

"Yeah, I lied. But you need some rest now, you've through a lot today Rene. I'm just going to find my friend, but stay here. I'll be fine. Just lie down until you are absolutely sure you are better. Alright?" A smile crept on his face as he realized she had already fallen asleep, the woman was probably exhausted.

The Doctor strolled to the doors of the TARDIS.

"Keep her safe old girl," he pleaded in a whisper. The TARDIS hummed softly assuring him she would keep his promise. His face now turned solemn prepared to face what lay outside, determined to find his friend.

So that's where I'm going to stop. Don't worry; the NCIS team is going to be showing up very soon. Well hope you guys enjoyed it and please review!