AUTHORS NOTE: HELLO THERE! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN HIDING? BEHIND THE COUCH? WELL....I"M JUST GLAD YOU'RE HERE NOW!
Jack was surrounded in white, blank endless space, his clothing was white, the world was white. There was a man standing in front of Jack, what was that man doing there?
"She is a danger to us all," the man said tonelessly, passing a glass of pink lemonade into Jack's hand.
The man was sitting in a white wicker chair, so was Jack, weren't they just standing?
"She has already destroyed the universe that was," the man said calmly, passing Jack a small piece of chocolate cake on a perfectly white plate.
The man took a sip of his tea, so did Jack, weren't they drinking lemonade?
"If left unrestrained she would blaze across time and space, leaving devestation in her wake," the man said, a tad of emotion leaking into his voice, he stared at Jack, bright blue eyes shining out of a pale face, his white suit blending into the white world.
The man took a white fork and broke off a bite of the lemon squre from the center of the table, so did Jack, where was the chocolate cake?
"She is chaos," the man said, leaning back in his chair, his ice cold pink lemonade resting in his hand.
"Jack!" another voice called, urgent and male and familair, Jack looked across the white world, but saw no one.
"She is an unknown factor, she is unacceptable," the man said, anger coloring his tones as he raised a bite of chocolate cake to his lips.
Jack shook his head, clearing his foggy thoughts, "Who are you?" he asked, his mind still thick.
The man tilted his head to the side, his white hair matching his pale face, "I am called the White Guardian," he said, taking a sip of his orange juice.
Jack eyed his surroundings, his and the mans attire, and the wicker furniture, one eyebrow raised of it's own accord, "Take it and run with it, huh?" he asked.
The man tilted his head to the other side, as if confused, "And you are called Jack Harkness," he said, then rethought his words, "or, that is, you are now going by Jack Harkness."
Jack nodded as he took a bite of chocolate cake.
The man frowned slightly, his eyes focusing just past Jack's shoulder, "Time grows short, Jack Harkness," he said, his eyes returning to Jack's. He leaned forward in his white wicker chair, his white suit wrinkling as he placed his elbows on the table top, "There is a woman-"
"Always a woman," Jack interupted.
The man nodded, "They are powerful creatures," he agreed, if he was upset at being interupted, he did not show it. "She has changed the universe, now she will destroy it."
Jack leaned forward, pushing his plate of Jell-O to the side, "Tell me," he said.
"She is the instrument of chaos, but she is, in a way, innocent," the man said sadly, "forces not of her control have conspired against her since the moment of her creation. But you must show no mercy, as she would show you none. She has been driven mad, by the voices, by the drums, always by the screams."
Jack frowned, "You're talking in riddles, riddles are not helpful."
The man smiled a small smile, "Her name is Donna Noble."
Jack reeled backwards as if he'd been slapped, his jaw hung slack, "What?" he asked.
The man was standing, so was Jack, where were the white wicker chairs?
"She is the darkness," the man said, reaching forward, placing his hands on Jack's shoulders.
Jack tried to shrug away, but the man simply would not let go, "Donna Noble saved the universe," Jack hissed.
"Donna Noble must die," the man said, his grip on Jack's shoulders tightening, until it felt like razor's digging into his skin, "you must make her die."
"Jack!"
Jack's eyes flew open, he sat bolt upright, staring at the interior of the Tardis, looking up into the eyes of the Doctor, the blue eyes that were both familiar and wrong.
The Doctor was gripping his shoulder, kneeling next to him, "You died," he said simply, gesturing at the piece of console that had most probably did him in.
"Good thing I don't stay dead," Jack said, his words flowing through his mouth without his control, while his true thoughts screamed across his mind, Doctor, something's wrong, help me! Jack's body stood with the Doctor's help, it smiled that special flirty smile, "Something wrong with the Tardis?"
The Doctor smiled, reassured, "Well, it seems to be over...whatever it was. The Tardis lost gravimetric control, just for a second, threw us around just a tad."
Doctor! Help me! I can't...I can't...I'm not in control! Jack thought desperately. "Are the core systems back up?" Jack's voice asked.
"Yup!" the Doctor cried, suddenly ecstatic as he pranced around the console, his converse clanging against the grating, "Better then before, actually!"
Jack's low chuckle came out of his mouth, "What are we waiting for?" his voice asked, his eyes twinkling.
The Doctor flipped a switch, "Allonsy!"
Jack screamed in his mind, No! The universe just changed! God, can't you focus at all! He cursed the Doctor internally, could the Time Lord really lose track so easily? Jack's laugh rang throughout the Tardis as his body held the Tardis as it shook, as it took off.
Disclaimer: It's not like they'd be lonely! They could play with Firefly and Battlestar Galactica all the time! What, still no?
