Just an idea I had the other day that I thought might be fun to write! Please read and review!
Jack was focused. Focused on one thing and one thing only- fixing the generator Lex had recovered in sector 3 so that they could utilise a permanent power source in the mall. Amber was counting on him because she'd promised everyone he could do it, and he could. If only that silly blue wire would just...
ZAP!
"Damn it!" he cursed; the circuit had shorted out.
Collapsing onto his bed, Jack threw his headset onto the desk, cringing as it hit the side of the surface, smashing onto the floor. "UGH! Why is it always me?" he groaned, "You can do it, Jack. You're the clever one Jack. Hey Jack, can you fix this generator even though it's completely toast and will never ever work again no matter how smart you are? Yeah sure guys, why don't I just build a time machine while I'm at it? Then we can go back and stop the virus from happening and we would never be in this mess!"
Jack took a deep breath, he was seriously stressed out. If he weren't so tired, he might be able to think straight and come up with a solution, but he was too busy thinking about a solution to be able to sleep, which had driven him to exhaustion. A vicious cycle really.
His eyes fluttered open and shut, muscles relaxing for what felt like the first time in weeks. Jack had finally reached breaking point- he physically couldn't stay awake any longer. But the boy welcomed rest...
The mall was blanketed in absolute silence and had been since the rest of the tribe went to bed a few hours earlier. Nothing could be heard. Nothing. Just the buzz that came from the sweet serenity of silence... No... It wasn't a buzz... More like... Whirring? An engine? Growing louder and louder. Definitely a loud, whirring noise... Over and over... not an engine. Almost like... NO. It couldn't possibly be... Was that wind? Yes, it was! Wind, blowing against his cheeks. Jack could hear papers rustling around his room... A draft maybe? No... stronger than a draft... Actual wind! In his room! And that whirring noise! It was so loud he could barely hear him self think... Jack was sure now... It had to be... He'd never heard anything else like it... but it couldn't be... The TARDIS?
The whirring stopped and the wind settled. Jack opened his eyes, darting up to see it- the blue police box in all it's glory, taking up the small space in the corner of his room. He pinched himself; there was no way he wasn't dreaming. Gulping, the door to the police box opened and a man stepped out. A raggedy man; his hair flopped around on his head like it had a life of it's own, while he tilted his head to the side and straightened his bow tie. Jack stood in awe while the man- The Doctor- HIS DOCTOR- looked around the room in confusion.
"Well" he said, "This isn't Barcelona."