Ugh. Sick is not fun. NO FUN.
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"Kurt, Blaine, Santana, Brittany. I bet you guys are wondering why I called you in here." Will sat at his desk, looking at the four kids across from him. Kurt was leaning on Blaine, who was holding hands with Brittany, who locked pinkies with Santana. It was odd. These were the last four he expected to be close.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Oh, we know why, Mr. Shue." Santana and Brittany nodded in agreement, and Blaine gave a 'whatever' shrug. "It's because of Rachel."
"Uh, yeah." Will looked a little shocked. "How did you know that?"
"It's obvious." Santana snorted slightly. "Fabray ratted us out as the people Rachel trusts. No freaking shit."
"Santana."
The Latina rolled her eyes in disdain. "I am just saying."
"I understand that. But we're still at school, so watch the language." Will sighed. He wanted to protect them all, all of the Glee kids. And with Rachel missing… The club was becoming divided quickly. Rachel had been their glue, the person who kept them all together. But with the glue gone… They were falling apart and one short for Nationals. "Listen. I haven't told the police that you guys may have information on where she is. But I just want to talk to you guys first. So, please be honest with me." He saw Santana and Brittany exchange looks. "Please."
"Sure. We'll be honest." Santana sent him an innocent smile. "But we may not tell the whole truth to you."
-o-o-o-
"So, you two, did you enjoy your swim?" The Doctor spun away from the console to raise a suspicious eyebrow at his two companions.
"Jack tried to push me in, but I jumped in before he could." Rachel had a pouty face on, faking irritation. "I could've gotten injured."
"Rachel. We travel with the Doctor. A little water up your nose isn't going to hurt you!" Jack wrapped his arms around her and tickled her, causing her to screech loudly with laughter. The Doctor rolled his eyes again. These two… He'd need to keep an eye on them.
"JACK! STOP IT! PLEASE!" Rachel had tears running down her face as she squealed, twisting and trying to get out of the immortal's grasp. "PLEASE!"
"Alright, alright, calm down, diva." He let her go, and as soon as he did, she slapped him. "HEY!"
"Git!" Rachel stormed off towards the direction of her room while the Doctor chuckled.
Jack held his cheek. "She has an arm, that one."
"A voice too."
-o-o-o-
Will Shuester was frustrated. Kurt, Blaine, Brittany, and Santana had managed to answer all his questions without really telling him anything. He had had to let them go for class; he had run out of questions anyway. And now it was time for Glee.
-o-o-o-
Martha stopped outside the choir room. She was going to surprise Mercedes, since the girl had mentioned that she was going to be performing her solo for the week today. She hadn't meant to eavesdrop; she could hear everything being said.
"Kurt, you seriously need to tell the police. Rachel could be in danger."
"She's fine."
"But Kurt…"
"Don't argue with me, Finn. If Rachel wants to run off in a blue police box, let her. She's happy, alright?"
Martha reacted sharply. Blue police box… it can't be. She walked in, spotting Mercedes. "Cedes!"
The girl looked over. "Martha!" She hopped off her seat and ran over to hug the woman. "What are you doing here?"
"You said you had your solo today." Martha beamed. "I wanted to come see. I have a visitor's pass and everything, so don't even worry!" She disentangled herself from her cousin. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your teammates?"
"Yeah." Mercedes grinned. "Guys, this is my cousin Martha. She lives in England."
"Hello!" Martha waved at them. "Now, did someone mention a blue police box?" She watched their reactions carefully, noticing a group of four in the corner react sharply.
"Oh. That. Don't worry about that, Mar, it's just a silly thing." Mercedes shrugged. "I'm going to go sit with Sam. There's a seat next to me." She made her way back to Sam.
Martha instead went over to the four. "I'm a doctor. I saw your reactions." She dropped her voice. "So your friend went in this police box?"
"It was just a metaphor." The Latina cheerleader gave Martha a cold look.
"No, it wasn't. I would know. I traveled with him too." She saw them relax slightly. "My name is Martha Jones."
"Kurt Hummel. This is my boyfriend Blaine Anderson."
"Santana Lopez."
"I forget my middle name." The blonde looked at her lap.
"Brittany Pierce." Santana smiled sweetly at Brittany, who gave her a loving look. "So you traveled with him?"
Martha nodded slightly. "So I'm sure your friend is fine."
-o-o-o-
Rachel sighed, leaning on the wall of her cell. Maybe it wasn't smart for the Doctor to fly them to a society where woman were property. He had only mentioned there were good smoothies there. Then they just had to encounter the authorities. Apparently it was after hours for women, when they usually tried to escape. But all of the women were branded. They hadn't found one of those marks on Rachel, and they took her, much to the Doctor and Jack's displeasure. They were supposed to be putting her on an auction block soon.
She drummed a slight beat on the wall, starting to hum. The Doctor and Jack needed to find her a way out. Soon.
-o-o-o-
"So he won't let her out?" Jack stopped his pacing to look at the Doctor.
"No. We'd need to win the bid on her." The Doctor looked frustrated. "This should be interesting."
-o-o-o-
"Now this one, she's a right beauty, isn't she?" the auctioneer announced as Rachel was pushed up onstage. He was giving Rachel lusty looks, making her shift a little. "She's eighteen, people, she's legal!" The statement earned a few catcalls and whistles from the audience of men. Rachel rolled her eyes.
"Brown eyes, brown hair, a little on the short side. Only five foot two, but she's got a nice little body. She has a voice, though, people! Feisty and talented! Let's start the bid at… one hundred!"
Rachel snorted in contempt. She had to be worth more than that.
"Two hundred!"
"Two fifty!"
"Two forty five!"
A loud bellow came from the back, a voice that made Rachel beam. "Six hundred!"
-o-o-o-
Jack was livid. It was ridiculous to be auctioning poor girls off. "How much, Doc?"
"Considering I have unlimited on the cards… Go as high as you can. Don't let anyone beat you." The Doctor had a monetary card in his hand too.
The auctioneer looked ecstatic. "Six hundred, I have six hundred, anyone else, going once…"
"Six seventy!" a man in front yelled.
Jack's brows furrowed. "Seven hundred!" he bellowed, watching Rachel's reaction. She shot him a grateful smile, until the man in front shouted again.
"Eight hundred!"
The Doctor finally spoke up. "Nine hundred!"
The auctioneer watched the proceedings greedily. "Nine hundred, do I have a higher bid, nine hundred, going once, going twice…"
"One thousand!"
-o-o-o-
Rachel was getting anxious. The man in front had such a terrible look on his face. She needed Jack to win. She needed him to. "Please…" she whispered, her eyes locking on Jack.
-o-o-o-
Jack gave the Doctor a look then turned back to the podium. "One thousand five hundred!"
The auctioneer's eyebrows shot into his receding hairline. "One thousand five hundred, going once, going twice, SOLD to the gentleman in back!"
Jack saw Rachel breathe a sigh of relief as he made his way up, handing his card to the auctioneer and leading Rachel off the stage. He got out of the room quickly, tugging her by the hand. The Doctor met them outside. "You okay?"
"Yeah." Rachel looked shaken. "They marked me though." She rolled up her sleeve to show a small mark on the inside of her right wrist. "They did it right before they put me up there."
The Doctor engulfed her in a tight hug. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He kissed her forehead lightly, releasing her. "Let's get out of here."
-o-o-o-
Rachel sat in the kitchen, nursing a cup of water. Her dads always brought her water when she was sad, so that she couldn't tell if she was thirsty or upset. She heard footsteps behind her, turning slightly. "Oh. Hey Jack."
Jack cracked a smile. "How're you?" he asked quietly, sitting down next to her. "Feel better?"
"Yeah. I have water." She smiled at him, holding the cup up.
"Not tea?"
"Well, when I was little, my dads used to bring me water whenever I was sad. That way, I couldn't tell if I was sad or thirsty." She smiled wanly.
"Oh."
"I'll be fine, Jack."
I purposely cut out the swimming scene. That shall be a flashback a chapter or two from now.
I also plan on 'time-skipping' so that it's been about two weeks for everyone. Obviously, Rachel, Jack, and the Doctor will have done a bunch. But yeah.
RACHEL AND JACK. I SHIP IT.
Reviews, please! They're like crack and they feed the plot bunnies.
