A/N: Charlie Rho Sigma has the Spanish translation of Parallel Universe up (Parallel Universe TRADUCCION) So, if you speak Spanish, go check it out!

Training

My eyes widened at the choice. Oh I wish The Doctor was here. Stormcage… that's where River was- is. Time travel was annoying sometimes. I couldn't go there. But then I remembered, Jack said something about sharing an apartment when we were on the Valiant. I guess this was it.

I swallowed and spoke up. "I'll stay."

A hour later I was standing in front of Helena and Marcus at the new recruits side of the facility. The walls were a light blue on the top and dark blue on the bottom with mirrors and matts lined the floor. I wore the standard recrute outfit, a grey one piece clothing, with black stripes down the sides. I had on standard black boots, the only thing that the other recruits didn't have on was a orange bracelet on their right ankle, which was hidden beneath my pant sleeves.

"So... Miss. Anderson," Helena started. "You are on probation till whenever Captain Jack thinks that you have done well enough. I have already gone over the rules and I don't need to repeat myself, is that clear?"

"Yes Ma'am." I said.

"Alright." Helena sighed as something beeped. She took out what looked like a futuristic version of an ipod, flipped the cover, took out a stylist and started to tap on it. She looked up at Marcus. "Could you finish here? I have some things to take care of."

"Yes, of course Lena." Marcus said.

As Helena walked away, Marcus stared after her.

"So, what do I do now?" I asked, not wanting to intrude on what ever relationship they had.

Marcus cleared his throat. "Well, you train and train. Before long someone might give you an assignment. Just remember, you're curfew is nine o'clock. Captain Jack will come to take you back to his apartment around five."

I nodded. "Okaaay." I said, holding out the 'a' as long as possible. "What do I start with?"

"Oh, you meant that." Marcus coughed, embarrassed. "Well, I'll introduce you to our recruit trainer. Miss. Jackson." Marcus motioned for me to follow him out onto the floor and I followed suit. I followed Marcus over to where a group of people were practicing hand motions to what looked like a self defense lesson. Miss. Jackson was standing in front giving the instructions.

"Miss. Jackson, may I speak with you for a moment?" Marcus asked my new trainer.

Miss. Jackson nodded, then turned to her group of trainees, "Keep practicing. I want to see sweat on your outfits before you leave. Understood?" Miss. Jackson gave them all a glare that made some of the men gulp.

"Yes Ma'am!" The group of trainees halted there movement for a moment then yelled. After they quickly went back to there sparing.

Miss. Jackson turned back to us and said, "So, you are the probationer. Twenty-first century, hu? How's it like?"

"Um, different, I guess. Not as much technology as the fifty-first, that's for sure." I replied with a small laugh. "Though, I did some training while I lived there, and frankly I don't see why I need to be retrained." The smile from Miss. Jackson turned into a glare. Damn my mouth.

"So you think that this is easy, do you?" Miss. Jackson said, hands on her hips, glaring at me.

"Uh…yes?" I gulped, now regretting what I had said. I knew nothing of the fifty first century fighting techniques.

"Okay then." Miss. Jackson said, suddenly smiling. I got a bad feeling. Her hands dropped to her side and she backed up a bit and took a fighting stance. "Let's see how good you are, probationer."

I gave a look that said 'help!' to Marcus. Marcus winced and shrugged. "Just try not to kill yourself. That would require lots of paperwork."

I winced. "Thanks for the encouragement." I shot back at him, also getting into a fighting stance.

"Hmm, that's a old stance, but you seem to know the starting point. Lets see how good you are on the rest of the fight."

Crap. That was my last thought before Miss. Jackson hurled herself at me with a cry. She faked at my midsection then brought her left foot up with a series of roundhouse kicks which I blocked by taking one step forward and putting both my hands out so she wouldn't hit my stomach.

I then grabbed her left foot, went under it, still holding her foot and tried to make a grab for the one that was still on the mat. Miss. Jackson was quicker than I anticipated. She jumped up, swinging herself around, while I still held her left foot and wrapped her foot around me, sending me to the ground.

I rolled over, narrowly missing her punch to the throat. I scrambled back up to see her doing the same thing. Then we fought for a couple more minutes. After a jab to the side I grabbed Miss. Jackson and threw her over my shoulder and landed on top of her saying, "I win." With a smirk.

Miss. Jackson stood up, straightening out her uniform. "Very good, Probationer. Most people wouldn't last a couple seconds with me."

I straightened up, noticing for the first time that the room was now deadly silent, everyone had turned to watch us fight. "Thanks." I replied, smiling a bit.

My smile turned into a slight frown when Miss. Jackson said, "Now, for your unjust comment, you will come here one more time each week and clean for a month. Let's make it start on Friday."

My eye's widened. I hated cleaning! "But-" I started.

"Do you want to make it two months?" Miss. Jackson asked.

I shook my head fast in silence.

"Alright then. Back to training everyone! I have some paperwork to fill out. Professor Blake will take watch."

Everyone snapped to attention. "Yes Ma'am!"

Miss. Jackson nodded sharply and turned to Marcus and said, "Follow me to my office."

Once Marcus and Miss. Jackson was out of the room and sight a the trainees ran up to me, all talking at once. "Oh God, that was awesome!" Someone said.

"I can't believe you just did that!"

"No one survives the first few seconds with her!" Another excited person said.

"Hey, back off people. I'm sure she is tired after a fight like that. You can all introduce yourselves later." Professor Blake said, making his way through the excited trainees. "You should get back to training before Miss. Jackson gets back."

The trainees snapped to attention. "Yes sir!" They ran back to what they were doing before the fight started.

"Hey, I'm Professor Blake though I just like to be called prof. for short." Prof. Blake said, introducing himself. He put out a hand.

"Susan Jane Anderson." I replied. "Just call me Susan. Call me Susan Jane and I will punch the living daylights out of you." I said, shaking his outstretched hand. Susan Jane was reserved for The Doctor and The Doctor only... much like Sarah Jane I realized.

Prof. Blake gave a small chuckle. "Understood Ma'am."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't say Ma'am to. It makes me feel old. I'm only in my early 20's."

Blake grinned. "I understand. I hate it when they say sir as well." Prof. said, tilting his head toward the trainees. "So, we should probably start training before she gets back. She can have quite the temper when she gets annoyed."

"That was when she was annoyed?" I asked, my eyes widening in slight horror. "What happens when she gets angry?"

Blake shook his head. "You don't want to know. Come on, lets start with some of the death con. moves. Number four is the best!"

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