The Doctor was sat in the TARDIS, he had a scan running. If Rose was still on this planet he would find her, he had to find her, he … dare he utter the words out loud. No, he had to, he had to tell her, had to finish what he had started saying on that beach, that goddamned beach. If he found her, no, WHEN he found her, he would tell her, otherwise he might lose her forever, he had already lost her once, and they were the longest two years of his long, long life. Even though he had Martha and Donna, his hand still felt empty, the TARDIS was still too quiet, he couldn't lose her again.
The scan would take another half an hour, but the truth was The Doctor didn't really know what to do with himself in that time, he had combed over every inch of that café, checked the security cameras, and the only thing that had been left by her kidnappers was the tranquiliser dart. They had just taken her, and disappeared without a trace. The only thing he could think of was to check if anything like this had happened before, he brought up the planets internet system and searched for 'mysterious disappearances', expecting a few news articles, the odd missing persons website. He wasn't expecting over a million hits. He clicked the first one he came to and it brought up a website, covered with faces, and a number at the top: 1,745,832 missing.
He brought up all the information he had in the TARDIS database on valaxmia, concerning the black market, smuggling rings or trafficking operations. The information he got was as follows:
VALAXMIA: renowned for illegal trafficking operations, victims are mainly female tourists, and are either forced to work in brothels or sold as slaves.
The Doctor staggered back onto chair, what had he gotten Rose into, he couldn't bear thinking about what had happened to her, because of his mistake, what her future might be if he failed to find her. For once, The Doctor didn't know what to do, that was of course, until the search came up positive and he locked the TARDIS onto Rose's co-ordinates, hoping he would get there before anything happened to her.
Jack looked at Rose
Rose looked at Jack
Jack looked at Rose
Rose looked at Jack
"Jack? What the HELL are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing Blondie! Where's the Doc?
"I'm not here by choice, I assure you. I was in a cafe with The Doctor, blacked out, and woke up here, where two muscly brutes took my clothes and told me I was going to work for them as a prostitute. Believe it or not, Jack, I'm not exactly thrilled at my current predicament, but then again, I didn't really have a choice did I? Now back to my original question, What the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm, I'm… I'm here… to… RESCUE YOU!" he concluded
"Really?" Rose said with a mix of scepticism, cynicism and sarcasm
"Yes!" he said indignantly.
"Oh, so your surprise at me being here was co-incidental then was it?"
"Yes!"
"Jack, why are you here and not in Cardiff?"
Jack shifted uncomfortably with a guilty look on his face that you could liken to a small child who had been caught doing something they weren't supposed to and was receiving a severe telling off. "I'm taking a break from Earth, Me and my boyfriend had a bit of a spat and none of the alcohol on Earth is strong enough"
"We'll talk later, but right now, we really need to get out of here. I'm guessing your vortex manipulator is currently working?" she said as she glanced down, at his wrist and saw the ominous bulge between his legs. "Jack… please tell me that's a gun in your pocket."
"Well, when walking through a hallway of randy men and very scantily clad women, one can only expect such an outcome as, this" he said as he gestured towards his pants
Rose sighed audibly.
"Let's just go, please"
Rose placed her hand on Jacks wrist as he keyed in the co-ordinates for 21st century Cardiff and they disappeared out of plain sight.
The very next second the TARDIS materialised in the room, the doctor rushing out, looking frantically for Rose. But he had missed them by literally a second.
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