Chapter 9: Captain

A/N: I'm back! Well, been back for a few days, but had to catch up on some school work and all of the fics that updated. Spain was incredible. Managed to get stuck over there for a couple days more due to the volcano, but got home after traveling to two other continents. Thank you to ciocia, tempestuous-rayne, specialfrancine, milady dragon, Sushi Chi, and Kironomi for reviewing!

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*TW*

The rolling hills of Wales were poignant with the sent of wet grass. The Doctor opened the door to the TARDIS, and heavily breathed in the fresh air. "Ah, the Welsh countryside, beautiful in its own retrospect. Don't you think?" he asked.

"What's that smell?" Owen asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"That would be grass," Jack replied.

"It's disgusting," Owen replied. The three became confertable in the area, looking around at the surroundings.

"So, what are your thoughts now, oh doubting one," the Doctor said.

"It's about my three wishes. I was—" Jack was cut off by the Doctor.

"Hold up there, you just used one previously to get out of that cave area. You are down by one!"

"Well, I never actually wished it, you made it possible by yourself," Jack added.

The Doctor thought about what he had just done. His frown quickly turned into a smile and started to laugh. "Now don't I feel embarrassed? Fine, but no more giveaways," he pointed out.

"Perfectly acceptable to me. So, three wishes; I want them to be good. Not something useless. Doctor, what would you wish for?" Jack questioned.

The Doctor was leaning against a lone standing tree, arms and legs crossed. "Me? I never was asked that before…I would wish for…you know what, never mind,"

"Oh, just tell me," Jack urged the Doctor to tell him.

"I would want my freedom back," he said solemnly. Jack furrowed his eyebrows.

"You're-You're a prisoner?"

"Well, it's all part of this whole deal; gracious amounts of power, and when the three wishes are up, only miniature living quarters,"

"That's horrific,"

"Ah, don't lend me your sympathy. I get a kick out of what I do; but to be free would be one hell of a deal. Succumbing to a person for a length of three wishes does get a tad boring. Not all use them up so quickly, sometimes years. To travel the universe again would be amazing," he sighed. "However, I have to be real, here; I'm never going to get that back. Sometimes, I just have to wake up and smell the bananas,"

Owen piped in. "Why do you say that you're never going to get out of here?"

"The only way one could get out of the situation I am in, is if someone wishes me out. As you can see, none have," the Doctor explained. There was a long silence between the three men.

"I'll set you free," Jack stated.

The Doctor laughed. "I highly doubt that you will,"

"I give you my word; I'll use my third wish, to set you free," Jack gave a mock salute and stuck his hand out for the Doctor to shake. The Doctor reluctantly agreed.

"I count on you, Jack. Don't do it for a lot of people; should be honored. So, now we got that out of the way, why don't we get some of those wishes out of the way?" the Doctor asked.

"Well, there is this person—" Jack started, but was cut of by the man in the brown pinstripe suit.

"Nope, sorry, can't make two people fall in love, remember? Part of the restrictions,"

"Doctor, he's intelligent and handsome…"

"Handsome?" the Doctor repeated.

"Oh, most definetly. He has these eyes…hair, and cannot for get about his smile," Jack reminisced. His smile quickly faded. "Although, I do have to think truthfully. Like he is the prince, and I'm just on the—wait a minute. Can you make me one?" Jack asked hopefully.

"Possibly. It can always be done…is that an official wish?" the Doctor responded back.

"Right; forgot about that. Doctor…I wish to become a prince," Jack stated.

"Brilliant! Now," he opened the TARDIS, "come along here. We're going to get you some new clothes so you can be better sorted,"

Jack and Owen exchanged glances, and shrugged their shoulders. Through the long hallways and plentiful door, they arrived.

"Never noticed that this is bigger on the inside…" Owen thought out loud.

"Well, things on the outside, aren't always what they seem on the inside…where were we? Ah , yes. You," he pointed to Jack, "Let's try to go in a different direction, or time period for that matter. Here is the 1940's section. Go wild," The Doctor and Owen waited outside the room, tapping their fingers against the wall. About fifteen minutes later, the door opened showing Jack in a blue shirt, khaki pants, suspenders, and a gray RAF coat.

"So, what do you think?" Jack asked.

"You look awkward," responded Owen.

"Thank you for the buckets of self-esteem, Owen,"

"How do you have all these items?" Jack asked inquisitively.

"I never know what time period I'll end up next…Now for you," the Doctor pointed at Owen.

"Me?! These are his wishes!"

"He'll need someone to drive him," the Doctor smirked. Twenty minutes later, Owen was in a black suit, cap and all.

"Can't believe that I'm the bloody chauffeur,"

"You don't look that bad,"

"Says the man that is wearing suspenders," Owen deadpanned.

"Oi! Stop the bickering!" Carpet peaked out from the side wall. The Doctor cleared his throat. "Let's get a move on, then," putting a hand through his hair, and smoothing his suit he walked off. Jack and Owen followed him, there after.


Lleu was sitting at the table stacking some spare sugar cubes; a small pyramid, almost to perfection. John slammed the doors, making the small table shake; the sugar cubes toppled down.

"Lleu! I have found how to deal with Ianto's little situation,"

Lleu took a deep breath. "Oh, you have?"

John pulled out a small rolled up paper. Unrolling, he began to read. "'If the prince or princess has not yet began to choose a husband or wife, the king shall choose for them'," John tried to sound hopeful.

"Ianto hated all of those women; couldn't even get him to go on a second date. Same went for the others. I don't know, but they just didn't like him…but in all seriousness, who could hate Ianto?"

"Don't fret, there is more to know. 'The prince or princess shall be married to…'," John cleared his throat. "'…to the…' Well, this is interesting," he paused for dramatic effect.

"John, just tell me," Lleu sighed.

John started to read again. "'The person should be married to the advisor of the King,'"

"Why that's you! I thought the law said nothing about the advisors…" his voice trailed off. John, with all of his practice, pulled off hypnotizing the king.

"It's a very desperate measure,"

"Very desperate….hold up a minute…you? But your age…isn't that a bit drastic?" Lleu asked.

"It says it in the law. Right here, in my hand, and for you being the king—" John was cut off.

"…Is that a trumpet?" Llue walked over to the window, trying to hear where the music came from.


A/N: Rehearsal schedule is getting a bit hectic; four hours each night, until this upcoming Friday. The next update will come, but not as fast as usual. Hope you all liked the chapter!

Reviews most gladly welcome :D