Jack was pleased and a bit surprised as he heard the familiar sound of
the TARDIS landing inside the hub. He set down the gadget he had been
trying to switch on for the last hour and a half and ran towards the
Time Capsule with a wide grin on his face.

Donna was the first out and he unfolded her in his strong arms, "don't
you look fantastic?" he chortled as she returned his hug with great
fervour, and let her hands drift to his buttocks for a little
squeeze.

Then he saw movement in the doorway and was about to call over to The
Doctor, but the cheeky smile on his face froze as he took in the Time
Lord's appearance.

"Well that's a new look for you," he managed as he saw the fur on the
back of the long fingered hands and the impressive beard covering a
good portion of The Doctor's boyish face.

"He's a…" Donna started.

"Werewolf," Jack concluded.

"Anything you can do," The Doctor tried for levity despite his rather
shocking appearance, "would be most appreciated."

Jack ran about the lab like he was taking place in an Easter egg hunt.
He threw open cupboards gathering items, devices, and potions like he
had a gun trained in his head and the clock was ticking down.

After he had amassed an impressive pile of stuff he came to a halt,
"there are so many legends on how to kill a werewolf," he shrugged,
"but I can't think of one that mentions curing one. And absolutely no
one's said a damn thing about a Time Lord one!"

"And so that is?" Donna gestured at the collection.

"Ideas," Jack explained, "this is a transmit gun," he picked up a
small silver object, "I'm hoping that if I can tweak it with the help
of something else in here," he dug around vaguely, "we can get this
sorted."

Led to a medical room and instructed to get comfortable on one of the
beds The Doctor looked not only extremely ill at ease, but
considerably furrier as the minutes ticked by. Only his large dark
eyes were visible in the sea of hair, and they were clearly not happy.

Jack was sitting at a bench off to one side bent over something,
intent on his work. Donna, circled the room aimlessly, "where are the
others?" she asked, "don't you usually have staff?"

Not looking up from his tinkering Jack replied, "Ianto's out on a
grocery run and Gwen's got the day off, it's been sort of quiet, until
now."

At that he stood up and walked over to the mass of hair that was
almost unrecognisable as The Doctor, "I think I have it!" he smiled
down at him, "first I need to get a scan, sort of like a computer back
up, so if this doesn't go as planned we can 'restore' you."

A bright purple light engulfed the prone Time Lord then the machine
beeped once, "got it," Jack held the device up and looked at the
display, "now just need to set it…and," he aimed it and pulled the
trigger.

The lights flickered and a smell, somewhere between sulphur and lilacs
filled the room. Donna peered through the half-light and giggled
nudging Jack with her elbow, "I don't think that quite..." she laughed
as the ex-Time Agent's eyes grew really wide.

The Doctor, sat up and taking in his well-formed legs, shapely hips
and rather impressive breasts reached up and felt the long flowing
mane of chestnut hair that he, correction, she had cascading over her
shoulders, "wonderful," a melodic voice trilled out, "I'm a girl!"

Jack's jaw dropped, "you have no idea what is going through my mind
right now," then he grinned cheekily, "well, yeah you probably do,
actually."

The now stunningly gorgeous woman that was The Doctor stood up and put
her hands on her hips, "can you fix this?" she demanded. Her dark
eyes, the only part of her that was recognisable from the old form,
snapped him as he gaped at her luscious body.

"Do I have to?" Jack breathed out slowly.

"Yes!" she stamped her foot, "you do!"

"At least you're not a werewolf anymore," Donna offered, trying to
keep a straight face but the corners of her mouth kept quirking up.

"Working on it!" Jack grabbed a set of tools from a cupboard and
hastily made some adjustments.

"OK let's try…" he started, then the thing in his hand began to smoke, "that's not good," he mumbled.

"I'm glad you two are so amused," The Doctor growled, "I think I'd
rather have stayed a werewolf!"

Seeing the look of complete despair in the Time Lord, Time Lady's?
eyes Donna took pity on her, "well, since it's just us girls now," she
took the woman's arm in hers, "I think we need to do some shopping,
with that bod, that suit is just not doing it for you!"

"Is it too much to hope for a mini-skirt or two?" Jack called after them.

"Men, hrumph!" Donna rolled her eyes, "now, then get that unlimited
credit card UNIT gave you and let's get down to it!"

As she found herself being half lead, half dragged from the Hub; The
Doctor looked over her shoulder for support from Jack, but got only a
slow wink and a silent kiss blown her way.