I don't normally do drabbles, but this story has been in my head for some time and this was the only good format with which to present it. It may evolve into longer chapters, but for now this will do. If ratings, or any subject material changes, I'll be sure to notify. Also, it will contain spoilers of the various episodes and scenarios. I'll try to warn for all of them, but there will probably be a few over the course of this story. Hopefully it works out :)

Also (clearly) I don't own the Doc.

And please review if you like it, it will make me update more!

1.

When the wooden blue doors had opened, no one on board had any idea where they were. The Doctor had hit the randomizer again, despite Rose's protests. After all, the last time they had ended up being chased by wolf-like creatures on Klaaz II and Jack had nearly been eaten. The countryside spread out before them, deep green and rocky. The trees in the distance were covered with pink, fluffy blossoms. Grass rippled in the breeze. In the distance there was a tall, wooden structure.

The Doctor bounded out on the grass, spun once, and turned and grinned back at Jack and Rose, who were stepping hesitantly outside and blinking in the bright light.

"Well, from the looks of those buildings, Japan!" said the Doctor. He shaded his eyes a moment. "Looks like the Imperial Temple! We're outside of Kyoto."

There was a beeping from behind him from Jack's vortex manipulator. "Earth Date 1336.165, otherwise known as June 13th, 1336," said the Time Agent.

"Feels like it's about... ten in the morning."

"And that's relevant how?" Rose's voice drifted from behind the TARDIS.

The Doctor shrugged. "Just feels like it. Well, Japan 1336... I guess we can't go pop out for a cuppa here."

"Why not?" she said as she came up behind him.

"The Japanese are a bit xenophobic before the early 1900's," said the Doctor, his tone light and airy as he started to jog down the hill in front of them.

"So why are we going for a walk when a samurai could chop off our heads?"

He spun around and grinned. "Because it's ten in the morning and a beautiful day."

She laughed and shook her head, and followed him. Jack, smiling and watching the two of them with that enigmatic look in his eyes, started after them.

They stopped by a tranquil pond amongst the cherry trees that were about a mile from the ship. Rose went walking amongst the branches and the falling petals, twirling and laughing, delighted. Jack and the Doctor leaned up against a trunk together, watching her, making small talk about the pros and cons of visiting the Earth colony on Rajad.

"It's nice," defended Jack. "I picked up my compact laser deluxe there. Wicked spaceport, lots of cool tech. I might be able to find a new battery for my sonic blaster."

The Doctor hadn't bothered telling Jack he could recharge the battery in a second. "I'd still rather go and catch the first performance of, say, Hamlet."

"Hamlet-shmamlet, Rose has been wanting to go shopping somewhere off-Earth."

While they were talking, Jack was fidgeting with something in his pocket while he was staring up at the flowers. He pulled his hand out of his pocket, an ancient, tarnished fob watch in his fingers. The Doctor couldn't breathe, and his respiratory bypass had to kick in while he watched Jack twist the watch, still staring off into the distance, like he had no idea what he was doing. He couldn't clearly see the lid of the watch, but he saw an intricate weaving of circles that made his blood run cold.

A Chameleon Arch device. A fob watch which held all the memories, and the DNA, of a Time Lord, was in the hands of a rogue Time Agent. A much deadlier Time Agent than he let on, at that.

"Where did you get that watch?" the Doctor asked, going for casual.

Jack started. "Watch?" he glanced down, like he was surprised he was holding anything at all. "Oh, this. Years ago, I guess. Hand-me-down from my dad?" As he spoke his eyes slid off of the watch cover like it wasn't even there.

"May I see it?"

"It's broken. Hasn't worked in my memory," said Jack, holding it out without looking at it.

The Doctor took it. The watch was warm in his fingers, which meant the owner was still alive, somewhere. He felt a thrill go through him as words and whispers echoed up and down through his mind. Warm words, like Jack's voice, and others, drifted through the cracks in his mind. He winced slightly at the sound of Rassilon's voice, and a shiver of dread rolled up his spine. He twisted the watch to peer at the cover. Words, in Gallifreyan, were scribed on the top.

Jack's voice screamed through his mind, and the psychic equivalent of a burst of light.

Jack Harkness was a Time Lord.

Rassilon's voice was like a death knell. "For the Good, you will be our Eyes."

The Doctor's hand shook.

"Free me."Jack's voice, so soft, pleaded in the furthest reaches of his mind.

"Here," he said, handing it back. His mind was flying over the endless possibilities of how and why. Time was so fickle, so strange. A few years for Jack, fifty years for him, none of it mattered. Jack had escaped somehow, or had been sent away. Rassilon had something to do with it. The thought of his manipulative reach stretching beyond the Time Lock made him sick.

Jack pocketed it, uncaring. The perception filter was still working. Jack had no idea of what he held. They had to get back to the TARDIS. It was impossible to say without further examination of the watch how old Jack's Time Lord self was, but he had to wake him up. The idea that he wasn't the last of his kind was like a drug thundering through his brain.

He was about to bound up and cancel their little trip when fate decided to do it for him. There was a steady rumble of hooves and yelling voices. Rose was running towards them, her blonde hair streaming behind her.

"Doctor! I think someone saw me!"

Swearing, he bounded up, Jack on his heels. He clasped her hand and turned for the hill. Angry voices were getting closer, the hooves louder, as they dashed for the TARDIS. He looked over at Jack, who was trying to fight the exhilaration off of his face. He reached out and took his hand. Jack looked at him, confused, before he grinned. The Doctor's hearts pounded.

He was no longer alone. It was really too bad about the bloody transmat beam.