The creature growled and lunged at me. I gasped and jumped away, but not quick enough to avoid a deep gash on my arm.

"Ah! Bloody hell!" I winced before focusing back on my attacker. It's claws were long and sharp, and it's teeth like that of an animal's, gnashing at the air, desperate for the taste of blood. I had no other option. I pulled my gun out from it's holster and aimed it. It dove for me any I fired twice. I dropped down and lay on the ground in a puddle of blood.

Upon hearing heavy footsteps, I spun and pointed my gun at whoever stood there.

He had a gun at me, too, and we walked in circles around each other. Stalemate. Or maybe not? I fired at his foot. He cried out and dropped down, so I took the chance to take his weapon and stand closer.

"Shit, what was that for?" He muttered. He had an American accent and wore a long WWII looking coat. Sexy.

"You were pointing a gun at me. I was just getting the upper hand." I grinned and gestured with his pistol. He stood up. I did't know how, with a bullet in his foot, but whatever.

"You swung the gun around at me, I just reacted." In a quick move, he grabbed both my hands and twisted around, retrieving both the guns. Dammit, he was good.

"Oho no, pretty boy, not today." I smiled and kicked my gun just right so I was able to catch it. "And that is skill." He smirked and held out a handful of bullets he had secretly taken from my gun.

"Impressed?" He gloated. Desperate, I jumped for the gun or bullets, both of which he hid behind his back. I pressed up against him and reached back for the weapon. My face was dangerously close to his as I tried to retrieve my stuff. "Buy me a drink first" he winked.

"I might," I smiled slyly and snatched my bullets back, "If I wasn't busy."

"With what, nearly getting killed by weevils and pointing guns at innocent people?" I reloaded my gun and tucked it in it's holster.

"I was far from being killed, thank you very much. It'll take a hell of a lot more than that. And I'm looking for someone, pretty boy." I blurted. I had a strange sense of euphoria with him, like I wanted to just tell him everything. But I couldn't. There was no way he'd understand.

"I've been around these parts a long time, missy," He faked a southern American accent, "I know lots a people."

"Well I don't even know who it is I'm looking for myself," I admitted, "He just dropped me of here for someone.." I trailed off as my eyes canvased the empty park for anyone.

"Who dropped you off?" Pretty boy asked curiously.

"You don't know him, he's just.. The Doctor." This really got pretty boy's attention. I was sort of regretting saying anything, but you know, euphoria.

"You've met the Doctor?" He stepped closer.

"You've met the Doctor? Who are you, pretty boy?" I furrowed my eyebrow. If he knew the Doctor then there was the chance he was the person I was supposed to be looking for. Then again he didn't seem the type the Doctor would bring along. But neither was I, honestly.

"The name's Cap'n Jack Harkness." I froze. Now I was pretty sure he was the right guy. "And you are?"

"Jo. Jo Taylor. You're sure your name is Harkness? I heard that right?"

"Yeah. Do I know you? Or do you know me? Time can be confusing." He grinned, but he was right.

"I've never met you, but the Doctor mentioned you. He always said I was just like 'an old friend of his, Captain Jack Harness'."

"He really said that? How sweet. And when did he say you were a lot like me?"

"He always told me that after scolding me for flirting. The man gets really temperamental about my greetings! I say 'hi' and he says 'stop it', I can't just introduce myself?" I joked. Euphoria again. But I suppose it doesn't matter anymore since he's the one I'm looking for.

"Really? Same with me." He laughed. "So why'd he kick you off, kid?" I gave him a short glare for calling me kid.

"Something about me being a paradox, TARDIS doesn't like me, Someone in Cardiff can help. Blah blah blah, technical terms." I rolled my eyes. I loved my time with the Doctor, but I was still bitter about him leaving me.

"What kind of paradox?"

"I.. Well you better sit down, it's a damn long and confusing story."