Chapter One

'Lucy, I'm so sorry. There's nothing I can do for you.' It's not often that I would cry but as by oldest friend stood there about to die clutching her two twin boys by their hands I couldn't help it. 'When you were shot the bullet infected you, I can't remove the bomb from your system because you've become the bomb.'

'I know jack. You've got to go. Take Conner and Conrad. Keep them safe. Away for all of this, the aliens and the danger.'

'I will. I promise.' I turn my head to look behind me. The rest of the team are still just standing there like they don't a human bomb is about to go off. 'I told you four to get out of here!'

'Not without you jack!' Gwen replies. I love my team. They're totally loyal but a bit thick sometimes.

I turn back to Lucy she's talking to her boys. 'You're just going to spend a little time with Uncle Jack so you be good boys and do what Uncle Jack says. Ok?' The two five year olds nod innocently at her. None the wise that this will be the last time they ever see her. She passes them to me and I take them by their tiny hands.

'Good buy Lucy.'

'Good buy Jack.'

I turn away I can't bear to see the pain on Lucy's face anymore. I see the rest of the team leave one by one heading for the exit. They're sad but not for Lucy, they don't know Lucy.

'Jack hurry I can feel it coming!' Lucy screams from behind me, her usually soothing voice augmented with fear.

'Mummy.' The two boys call at once picking up on their mother's fear and one of them pulls away, his tiny and easily slipping out of mine, and runs back towards his mother.

'Conrad no.' I say and then Conner pulls away too.

And then the hub becomes silent the world seems to freeze for a second. Is see Lucy if the centre of the hub, her hands weaved into her dirty blond hair and pressed against her temples and her face contorted with sadness. And then all the world is screaming again, Lucy becomes a ball of bright white light and I'm blinded as it engulfs my existence.

III

When I wake up it doesn't feel like I've been dragged back into life like all the other times I've died.

I slowly pull myself off the ground and look about myself. I seem to be in a living room of some kind, there's an old sofa against one of the walls and heat is coming for a fire in and old fire place.

'Who the hell are you?' there's an air riffle in my face and boy in his early twenties leaning over me holding it, 'And what are you doing in my living room.' I'm immediately dawn by his beautiful blue eyes and charcoal hair.

But then as he jabs the gun at me I'm drawn back to the situation at hand. I hold my hands up loosely above my head. 'Um…I'm not really sure I kinnda just woke up here.' I try the truth, maybe it will work as clarification this one time.

'Likely story.' The handsome twenty-something year old replies 'get up.' I comply. 'I'm taking you to the police. What's your name mister?'

'I'm Jack. But don't take me to the police, I promise I'll go and you won't ever see me again.'

Out of seemingly nowhere a teenage girl with long blond hair and a familiar face appears by the boy's side.

'Vicky, I told you to stay in the kitchen.' He scolds

'I know I know. But did this guy just say he was called Jack?'

'Yes I did. Captain jack Harkness.' I give a cheeky smile.

'Then Grandma Lucy was right. That's the man she said would come.'

'Vicky don't be such a fool, grandma was nuts. This man's a burglar'

I'm missing something important. 'Did you just say Grandma Lucy?' I ask.

'It's none of your business' the boy says, again jabbing the gun in my direction.

'Conrad, put the gun down.' Conrad? That can't be Lucy's Conrad, can it?