A/N Sorry for the long wait! I've had school and school and school… anyway here is part 2, I'll try to get the next chapter out as soon as possible, it will be the Doctors regeneration and then there'll be more original chapters, and we'll actually get into the plot of this thang.

Enjoy! ~ Mika

Chapter four

We entered the hospital and I immediately knew something was wrong. The hospital was quiet, way too quiet. The halls weren't filled with nurses and doctors and patients, they were completely empty.

"Where is every one?" I asked, gaining a shrug from the Doctor.

"The middle of war, you'd think this place would be filled with people," he said, looking into a room. I peered in after him. There were two beds, occupied, but the people were wearing gas masks, and lying flat on the beds.

"Hello?" the Doctor called, "Are you alright?" We got no reply.

Walking farther down the hall, we came upon a large room. When we stepped inside, occupied beds were lined up and down the walls, all the patients wearing the same gas mask.

"All of them? Why would they still be wearing masks?" the Doctor frowned.

"They're not," We turned to see and elderly man walking towards us, "Who are you?" The Doctor cleared his throat and avoided the question. I blocked out the rest of the conversation and walked over to the first bed. A woman was in it, she and by the looks of it she was maybe, nineteen… twenty maybe? She didn't move, even when I waved my hand over her mask. I was just about to touch the space where her mask was fused to her face, when Doctor Constantine spoke loud, "Don't touch the flesh." I pulled my hand away quickly.

"On which one?" I asked, not looking up from where I stood.

"Any one."

The Doctor came to stand next to me, and turned to the next patient beside me, waving his Sonic Screwdriver over him. I peered over his shoulder as he looked over the readings. Head trauma, collapse of the chest cavity, scarring on the back of the hand and the obvious mask. The next was the same, and then next. All of the patients had the same injuries.

"It's all the same, up to the scar on the back of their hands," The Doctor said. I turned my eyes towards Doctor Constantine and noticed the scar on the back of his hand. I stiffened and by the subtle glance the Doctor cast me, he had noticed as well.

"How did this happen?" I asked, taking a tiny step forwards.

"When the bombs fell there was only one victim. The first person that touched him was his doctor and it spread from there," I stepped forwards to help when Constantine began to cough violently. He waved me away, "What do you think was the cause of death?"

"Asphyxiation," the Doctor answered, and Constantine shook his head.

"The collapsed lung?" I offered, but it was another no.

"Then how did they die?"

"They're not dead." Constantine hit his cane against the floor, causing the patients around us to sit up in their cots. I jumped again.

"Oh. My god. I am so done with this," I muttered, looking around warily.

"They're harmless," Constantine said, and started to cough again, even more violently and both the Doctor and I stepped forwards this time.

"No stay back," Constantine said between coughs, "Go to the top floor, room 802, that's where the first patient was taken. And find Nancy, she knows more than she lets on."

"What do you-," I began but my voice cut short as I watched his face turn into a mask, like the rest of the patients, chanting 'mummy' the whole time. It was horrifying.

A door slammed behind us, "Hello?" and unfamiliar voice called, and I went defensive, crouching low and getting ready to attack. The Doctor put his hand on my shoulder, mentally urging me to relax. I straightened, just as a man walked in with Rose trailing behind him.

"Well where have you been?" I asked my eyes going from Rose to the- very attractive- stranger and back.

"Don't ask," she said, passing by me. The stranger's eyes locked on me and he walked towards me.

"Well, hello. It seems we haven't had the pleasure of meeting," he held out his hand, "Captain Jack Harkness, and who might you be?"

He raised my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles, "Vanessa," I said, slowly pulling my hand from his grasp.

Jack smiled, "Well Vanessa, how about when this is all over, you and I go out for a drink?" His flirtation were almost overwhelming, but I decided to play along.

"Well aren't you the flirty one?" I said, "You know what, I just might take you up on that."

"Really?" Jack said sounding a bit hopeful.

"Really?" the Doctor repeated, sounding confused. It was adorable.

"No." I said, smiling at Jack and going over to stand next to the Doctor.

"Was all that flirting really necessary?" the Doctor asked, frowning in Jacks direction. I shrugged.

"What? He started it." The Doctor sent a disapproving look at me and rolled his eyes. I grinned at him; it was fun teasing the Doctor.

"And you," Jack turned to the Doctor, "I've heard all about you on the way over."

"Have you now?"

"I had to tell him about us being time agents." Rose said, and the Doctor nodded.

I blinked and looked between the two, "I feel left out."

"And it really is a pleasure to meet you ." Jack walked away to look at one of the patients. The Doctor and I turned our eyes to Rose.

"Spock?"

"Seriously?"

Rose looked at us like we were crazy, "What you find one of your own and you start finishing each other's sentences?"

Jack soon admitted the fact that he was only here to try and con us into buying a damaged Chula ambulance that landed in the middle of London, and after a near death experience, the Doctor told almost all of the freaky gas masked patients in this hospital to go to their room, followed by another near death experience, and now I found myself in a janitors closet with Rose and the Doctor arguing about whether the Doctor could dance or not. I sat on a few boxes near the door, just watching the two.

Even if I did find the Doctor to be adorable, this conversation was awkward and I wanted no part in it. Honestly, I just wanted to be somewhere else, away from the London Blitz. Away from London in general. Jack had disappeared to god knows where, though he'd be back, he said so, but the Doctor hadn't been so sure. They were now talking about the nanogenes on Jack's ship. I stood, putting my hands over my eyes. Then I felt it, an almost unnoticeable shift in the air. Jack had teleported us onto his ship, and the Doctor and Rose still hadn't noticed.

I smiled, taking my hands from my face and turning to face the man in the captain's chair.

"Hi Jack," I said, taking a seat near him.

"Hello beautiful," he winked, "And most people notice when they've been teleported."

The Doctor and Rose startled, and I clapped my hands together, "Let's get this over with, shall we?"

"You really want to leave don't you?" The Doctor asked as we made our way to find Nancy.

"This is just too weird for me right now," I said.

We approached the crash site, and jack went to distract the guard, he said he knew him. Once we were inside we split into groups. I found Nancy fairly quickly after picking up a few thoughts about the trespassing girl. I felt proud of my telepathy, when I found her cuffed to a table and singing to a gas masked officer.

"Nancy," I whispered, and she whipped her head in my direction. I motioned her to keep singing.

Doctor I found Nancy, I need your screwdriver.

He was there in a matter of seconds, and had the handcuffs off of her in no time. We hurried away from the guards to the Chula ship. Jack tried to open the container only to set off an alarm.

"What did you do?!" I asked looking around to see the patients from the hospital beginning to surround us.

"I don't know!"

The patients gathered around them and just… stopped.

"What are they doing?" Rose asked.

"Waiting for their commander." Just then the child stepped from the crowd.

"Mummy?"

A/N I should probably stop skipping around so much, I promise I'll stop. Next chapter, next chapter….

I sat in the TARDIS, perched on one of the support beams watching the Doctor dance with Rose. Jack- newly retrieved from his exploding ship- stood below me.

"You know how to dance?" He asked, turning to face me and propping his arms up on the beam I was sitting on. I looked away.

"I don't know."

"You don't know? What do you mean you don't know? You have to have danced before?" He said, clearly shocked, "I mean I get the Doctor, but you?"

"Jack I haven't danced in a long time, I don't think I can." Jack reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me down from the beam, "Well then, May I have this dance?"

"Jack," I began to protest but he started to dance with me anyway. We danced in a similar fashion to the Doctor and Rose, and I couldn't help but laugh at how silly jack made it. I liked this, this happy go lucky feeling that I hadn't felt in such a long time.

And I hoped it would last.

I really did.