There he stood, the Doctor, last of the Time Lords, and thoroughly amazing. he was circling the TARDIS' controls, flipping switches hitting buttons, simply trying to find out why the thing wouldn't move.

He had dropped Donna off on earth and went back to his TARDIS. The despair was almost too much for him. He stood over his controls, just too distraught to move. Donna had been dragged into this life without any say, then after one day she was obsessed. It was not his choice, nor was it hers, but they were drawn together just as the fates wanted it.

He had finally decided to go somewhere without knowing where it was. Maybe a completely random adventure could help him unwind. When he arrived where the TARDIS had taken him, he went out into the space and saw nothing but a gray moon. No civilizations, no armies, not even a microorganism, the entire moon was empty, and smooth, much too smooth. He went inside to see where he was and the reading told him 'Earth XI.' It didn't make sense he had heard that Earth XI was a failed colonization. There was a disease that had caused the entire planet to be "Swallowed up" as the legend states.

He decided to go outside again, just to look around. He stepped out of the TARDIS and began to circle his ship, the ground clinging to his shoes as he walked, leaving stretched streams in his wake. The curious Doctor crouched down to the sight and examined the soil with his screwdriver. "Clever," he exclaimed. "You are very clever." The soil was not soil, but rather a large mass of nano bots. "Very clever." He walked back into the TARDIS and restarted his attempt to leave, but the ship wouldn't let him. "What's wrong?"

Suddenly, a beep and then a voice, "Doctor? What are you doing here?"

The voice was Jack Harkness, although it was a little rougher than he remembered. "Jack is that you?"

"Yes it is. What are you doing on eleven?"

"Oh, just… passing through," the Doctor casually said.

"Well don't move. I'm coming to get you."

"Do you have any idea why the TARDIS won't move?"

"I'll explain it all when you get here." The TARDIS shook, and began to lift off the surface. Outside, the ground left a square indentation where the TARDIS once stood, and was soon smoothed down to the faultless surface that it was.

The TARDIS was lifted into the atmosphere where Jack's ship waited, streaming down a tractor beam. "When did you get a ship Jack?" asked the Doctor.

"Only about ten years ago, I am a captain after all. What would I be without a ship?"

"Good point." The two laughed as the TARDIS was lifted into the hull of the ship. The Doctor felt a slight rumble as the TARDIS landed inside of the ship. He walked to the doorway and opened it to see four armed men waiting for him.

"Sir, Captain Harkness will be here in a moment. You are ordered to wait here."

"Ah, no rush," said the Doctor. He sat down at the entrance to the TARDIS and waited. The hull was vast with lines painted on the floor. The Doctor couldn't help but notice the Torchwood insignia painted to the front on the floor. Soon Jack came out of a distant doorway with two others following him. Jack was wearing his old captains coat, the same coat the Doctor had left him in the last time he saw the captain. Underneath the coat was a thick bomber jacket, zipped to the top, hood down. He wore two shoulder holsters and one at his waist. No matter how much Jack demanded he had changed Torchwood, they were still trigger-happy psychopaths to the Doctor.

To the left of Jack were a sort of weasly character, complete with thick glasses, and an air of fake superiority. He was staring down at a touch sensitive clipboard writing things, and mumbling to himself. The other was a young girl, blonde, muscular, and she shook the Doctor to his very core. All he could do was stare.

"Doctor," exclaimed Jack. "How've you been?" He opened his arms to the Doctor, hoping for a hug. The Doctor obliged, but halfheartedly. He let go and continued to stare and the girl

"Good, good," said the Doctor.

"Okay. This is Bruce Jackson, and she is…"

"Hello dad."

"Dad?" asked Jack.

"Jack, this is my…"

"I'm his daughter Captain."

"Daughter?" The strange thing about this question was that not only was it Jack who asked, but it was also the armed subordinates, the custodian, even the flies on the wall seemed to state in their own language the question that was being thrown around. The only one who seemed to take it in stride was Bruce who was still mumbling to himself and writing on the clipboard.

"Yeah, long story. But she's my daughter, I'm her dad, and I had believed until this moment that she was dead." The Doctor and Jenny just stood there waiting for someone to say something.

Finally, Bruce broke out of his hypnosis and held the clipboard to the Doctor. "Regulations Doctor, every new crew member must submit to a DNA scan. Place your hand on the pad and wait for the sample to read."

"Oh, I'm not…"

"I'm sorry Doctor, it is procedure," said Jack.

The Doctor grudgingly placed his had on the scanner and waited. A light paced back and forth under his hand before the machine beeped. "Okay remove your hand." The Doctor obliged and waited. The scanner buzzed for a little bit and then beeped up at Bruce. "I'm sorry Doctor, but the machine says that you're already apart of our database."

"Oh, I can explain that," said Jenny.

"No, no. Not yet. Let's get them used to the idea that their famous Doctor has spawned first, then we get into the detailed." The Doctor then turned to Jack and looked at him expectantly. "So…"

"So what?"

"Where did you get the ship?"

"Oh, right sorry. The ship."

"Yes, that is what I meant."

"Well, the ship is a Torchwood vessel."

"I could figure that from the large 'T' on the ground."

"Yes well let me be the first to welcome you Doctor…" Jack began to stride off to where he had come, making himself louder as he walked. "… To the Gallant!"