A.N: my apologies. I have never actually been to Brecon Beacons myself so I don't know what it looks like.

Chapter 6.

There was an almighty lurch felt throughout the Tardis as it materialised. The Doctor timidly knocked on the door to Rose's room, nervous and uncertain about what to say to her. Rose opened the door looking as if she had been crying and had hurriedly tried to hide the evidence and compose herself. They both shuffled uneasily, neither feeling brave enough to discuss the evens that had just taken place.

"Look Rose, I'm sorry about everything. I don't mean to be so detached and clueless but…but he's always been emotionally stunted…shut it you. I don't want you to think that I'm restricting your life or not letting you have what you need. Just because I'm emotionally stunted, as the bitch seems to think, well, it doesn't mean I don't feel them. I do…what he's trying to say is that if you'll give him a chance, he'll give you a chance…shut up I can do this myself. But she's right. After this is over and I'm me again, do you think, maybe…oh spit it out…maybe you and I could, I don't know, maybe we could, you know?"

He played with his ear timidly while looking down at his shoes, waiting for Rose's reply. He chanced a glance at her and was relieved to find her smiling at him serenely.

"I'd like that. Very much."

They smiled at each other bashfully, just as if they were school kids finding out their first crush liked them back.

"You two are hopeless!"

They grinned at each other and chuckled lightly at the bluntness of the female Doctor.

"So…we've landed have we?" They resumed focus on the task at hand, a silent promise passing between them saying that they would resume the previous conversation when everything was sorted and back to normal, well, as normal as things ever got. They just couldn't do anything now, not with the Doctor in a female body. That would just be weird. Not to mention neither one of them wanted the verbal input of the female mind. So…it was back to business.

"Yeah, we're not far from the crash site…some types of radiation are fine for us but the Tardis doesn't like them so she keeps her distance. We're quite close though but it's nighttime and the ground is uneven…we'll have to be careful."

They walked through the Tardis, footfalls matching perfectly, a look of tough determination on each face. They went through the corridors, into the console room, over to the doors, and without breaking stride, each pushed one open unafraid of whatever they may find.

The doors opened up to a quiet countryside at night. Trees and uneven ground, made it hard to navigate through but the Doctor and Rose tried their best with only a few stumbles and mumbled curses.

They descended down a steep incline to find a large crater in the middle of a field. In the middle of the crater was the Adelphi ship, about the size of a bus and aglow with fires. It was a burned out chunk of mess, broken and charred. It was amazing that the thing had managed to stay in one relative piece.

The Doctor took out the sonic screwdriver and motioned for Rose to stay back at a safe distance. She fiddled with the settings on the small device and cautiously moved forward, pressing the small button and allowing the small but strong brilliantly blue light to scope out the ship, collecting data and taking basic scans.

"He's gone," the Doctor stated with a frown, "the ships been here for about an hour. We're lucky it hasn't been noticed yet…come morning this place will be swarming with news teams and reporters."

"If he's gone then how are we going to find him?"

"Well, the sonic picked up traces of DNA from the crash…The Tardis should be able to analyse the traces and do a tracking search…but the radiation here would interfere so it'd be much better to move to a more neutral location…and scope a larger area to pinpoint it more accurately."

"So, back to the Tardis then?"

"Not quite yet…it'd be an idea to do a bit of salvaging. Never know what kind of useful things could be in there…and I want to get my hands on it before your blasted government gets a chance to rip it to pieces."

Just then a low rumbling sound started to be heard in the distance. A deep gravely sound, and it was getting closer.

"Guess I spoke to soon" sang the Doctor in a falsely playful voice.

Before they could move, two bright headlights came screeching into the clearing, blinding them in the harshness of the glare. There was nowhere they could go to hide. The crashed ship was still on fire and as such was much too dangerous to hide in and the Tardis was all the way back up the incline. The car skidded to a shuddering halt some fifteen meters away from the pair. They held their hands over their eyes, trying to dim the severe beams that were trained directly on them.

They heard the car door open and a pair of feet step out onto the rocky terrain. The figure came towards them slowly and stopped not ten feet away from them, but they could still not see who it was. Thanks to the headlights, the figure was nothing more than a silhouette. The figure seemed to be studying them silently and the Doctor was just grateful that whoever it was didn't seem to be making any threatening movements.

"Rosie?"

"Huh?"

"IANTO…KILL THE LIGHTS" the man called back to the car in a familiar American drawl.

The lights cut out and the Doctor and Rose tried to blink away the spots dancing in front of their vision. Rose recovered herself first and through the dim light of the countryside at night, she was able to see who the familiar sounding figure was that knew her name.

"Oh my…JACK!!!"

A.N: yeah…I know…the time lines don't add up. Jack wasn't with Torchwood Cardiff until after the battle of Canary Warf. But this is fanfiction…and I decided to change it! ;-)