Chapter 7: Barely Escaping

A/N: Thanks to Phoenixclara, Vampire's Phoenix, Sushi Chi, milady dragon, Andine, Kironomi, Halfreck3929, specialfrancine, and Fear herself for reviewing! Glad you're enjoying this story so far. It's a hoot to write!

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*TW*

Jack swerved between the falling rock and branches, trying not to injure himself. Jack searched for Owen, seeing if his friend had been hurt. He was on one of the rocks, standing above the ground, trying not to fall into the dysfunction below. "Jack, do you want to hurry it up a little bit?!" Owen yelled. He looked around the area, the small platforms around him started to crumble. "Oh shit," Jack swooped down and let his hand dangle over the side of the carpet.

"Grab my hand!" Jack exclaimed. With a strong grip, Jack managed to get Owen high enough so his friend could catch the carpet and pull himself up. Just as Owen got situated on the back, the carpet sped off, even faster than before. They swerved between the falling debris once again, trying to find the entrance. They came to a clearing in the cave, seeing the opening just ahead. Owen stretched his neck slightly to see ahead; something he didn't want to see. Owen started to get frantic and accidentally put his hands over Jack's eyes.

"Would you turn that bloody thing around?!"

"Look, if you can let me see…I'll reassure you that nothing is wrong. Stop panicking!" Owen removed his hands from Jack's face. He looked up and saw a trench starting to form right before the entrance. The path underneath started to fall, and the walls started to close in upon the duo.

"Okay, start panicking!" yelled Jack. The carpet took a dive between the two gaps and headed into a recently formed caved below. The carpet flew up again trying to het to the top. Owen and Jack held on for dear life. Slowly, but surely, a tree branch, from above, fell down knocking the carpet to the ground. Jack and Owen managed to grab on the nearest root right below the entrance to the cave. John walked up to the edge, looking down at Jack and Owen. "Helping would be nice!" Jack yelled, gripping onto the root.

"Give me the box!" John replied.

"I'm a little occupied trying to hang on for dear life," smugly replied Jack. John still held his hands out. Jack found a small hole, in the wall, so he could support himself. Reaching into the back of his vest, Jack grabbed the box and reluctantly gave it to John. . Owen managed to get back up onto land, helping Jack get up also. Both of them brushed the dirt off of their clothes.

John, with a triumphant smile, raised the box over his head. "At last," he said, stroking the features with his thumb. He stashed the item in his pocket, making sure not to break anything. Owen was just helping Jack stretch out his arm, when John pushed aside him and grabbed Jack by the wrist.

"What are you doing?!" Jack yelled.

"Giving your eternal reward," John pulled out his gun and pointed it at Jack. He back up until the edge, his foot slipping, and only being held up by John clinging to his shirt. "Say your prayers," he smirked. Just seconds before John pulled the trigger, Owen punched him square in the face. John stumbled backwards, caressing the already bruised face.

Jack was falling, hitting the walls as they went by. Carpet tried to get out from underneath the log. Swiftly but surely it got out from underneath, just in time to catch Jack from hitting flat on the ground, however he was unconscious. Owen whistled the carpet back up to get him, once it safely placed his friend on the ground.

John pulled out his jacket, bright red military style, and shrugged it on, not noticing the box falling out of his pocket. The wind blew violently one last time before the trees shifted back into place.

"It's finally mine," John smiled.

"What's yours?" Andy asked innocently. They returned to the car, and sped off.

"You know the box. It's right here in my—"John patted his pocket. Empty. He brought the car to a screeching halt. "You have to be bloody joking,"

Ianto was sitting on his mattress, head his hands, and clearly frustrated. Lleu was walking by his door when he heard his aggravated son. He opened the door and sat himself down near Ianto.

"Still distraught after that man kidnapped you?"

"He did not kidnap me…"

"Then what's wrong?"

"It's John,"

Jack lied on the ground, while Owen tried to wake him from his unconscious state. "Jack? Wake up, mate," slapping his face little by little awakened slowly.

"My head," Jack groaned softly. He rubbed his temples. "Judging by the lack of stairs, I guess we're trapped,"

"That two faced arse," interjected Owen.

"He's long gone by now, with that strange box anyway," Jack said. Owen cleared his throat, and held up the box.

"My, oh my, you little thief!" Jack took the item and held it up to get a better look. "I bit beat up, don't you think? Something that precious to one person could be a little, well, better taken care of… I think I see something written on here…I can't really make out what it is…" Jack rubbed the box with the side of his hand. A mechanical grinding sound echoed throughout the area with a bright blue light filling the area. Blinded by the light, Jack dropped the box on the floor, only a few feet away. Both of the men covered up their eyes.

The sound disintegrated within minutes, and the area cleared of smoke slowly. The man with a brown pinstripe suit came out the smoke, waving his hand, clearing the area quicker than the natural ventilation was allowing it.

"Ah! Oi, a hundred years really gives you a crick in the neck," the man cracked his neck, as well as his back. "Feels great to be out of that thing! Good to be back. What's your name?"

"J-J-Jack," he answered.

"Jack. Jack. Hello, Jack! Nice to me you, can I call you Jacky? Or how about Jackster? Sounds like a jester, don't you think so?" he laughed to himself.

"I must have hit my head harder than I thought," Jack said.

Straightening out his glasses, he flashed a grin again. "Oh that's just brilliant! Rugman, haven't seen you in about, what is it, fifty years now? How have you been?" Carpet flew over and circled his body a few times.

"I'm sorry to interrupt the whole reunion and all, but who are you?" Owen questioned.

"Pardon me, I'm the Doctor,"

"Doctor...who?" Jack responded.

"Just the Doctor. You're a lot different than my other masters; no tentacles, no extra limbs, and no receding hairline. Is it me? Do I look different to you?"

"Hold up a minute. I'm your master?" Jack was just aloof.

"Right you are! You're a smart one too. Yep, just the ever impressive, contained, and never duplicated,"

"Don't forget extremely talkative," Owen remarked quietly. Jack laughed showing his teeth.

"Doctor," he continued. "Right here, right now, here to fulfill your wish request,"

"Hold up there; wish fulfillment?" Jack asked.

"Well, not exactly, more like you ask for it, I magically supply it, only three times though. Limits make every thing just a bit easier, don't you think? You just can't perform an action without setting a limit, things could go array! Where was I…Ah! No charge, no substitutions, or refunds," the Doctor rambled on.

Jack turned to Owen. "Now I know I'm dreaming,"

A/N: First time writing the Doctor, ever! I based him off the Tenth.

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