The three of us made it to the kitchen laughing and joking the whole way trying to keep that post-victory high for as long as possible. We were currently reliving our escape for what seemed like the third time as we finally entered the room and Harley and I collapsed onto a couple of bar stools in front of an island in a fit of giggles over something Jack had said. The kitchen itself looked fairly normal considering it was in a living time and space ship. All the usual things were present and it actually looked a bit like one of the kitchens you'd find on the set of a home cooking show. Right down to the picture perfect dining table made fore six. At my confused look, Jack stopped his one man re-enactment of our run for safety.

"Something wrong?"

"No, I was just thinking that this kitchen looks like one on a TV show from our time," I informed him of my thoughts. He took a look around, actually studying the room and then nodded.

"It does a bit doesn't it? She must be trying to make sure you two are comfortable. She is alive you know, she picks and makes rooms based on the inhabitants needs and wants and what the Doctor tells her to do. My room the first time I came along was barely more than a cell at first. Of course I was alive then. The next time I traveled with the Doctor, what ended up being the year that never happened," he clued so we knew time frames and we nodded remembering the conversation from earlier.

"She did give me a cell. My room had a bed, attached bath that you could barely call that, dresser and that was it. And the door locked everytime I was supposed to be resting and she wouldn't let me out until the Doctor came for me. It wasn't until we were dragging the planet back home from the Dalek invasion that she started to warm up to me."

"What do you mean 'dragging the planet'? Did it run away or something?" I asked confused and he gave me shocked eyes.

"A couple months ago the whole planet got transported into a giant planetary machine the Daleks had built. You don't remember that? Planet's in the sky, pepper shakers electrecuting people and abducting others? Nothing?" He was still giving me a confused look when the Doctor walked in proudly holding the new larger tinkered with pacemaker.

"Remember what?" He was curious so his excitement of his accomplishment would wait a moment while he decided if our topic was too boring or not.

"She missed the Daleks moving the planet." Jack pointed accussingly at me and the Doctor matched Jack's previous face as his eyes shot to me.

"I can get missing spaceships over London and the A positives on the roofs but the whole planet was stolen. How did you not notice that?" He asked disbelief filling him and his hand dropping, the device forgotten.

"Not notice what?" Owen questioned joining Martha in the room as they had come in search of the Doctor and overheard part of the conversation.

"The Dalek's stealing the planet." The Doctor had his sonic screwdriver out again and was running it up and down in the air before Harley.

"She was dead. The chaos caused by the Earth moving was so much that she passed out from the energy being shoved into her. She went into a coma while her body adjusted to the intake levels and by the time she was able to get her heart going again and wake up, we were back." Harley explained for me as the Doctor left her, apparently satisfied that her readings were normal.

"What do you mean energy intake?" Martha questioned curiously as the Doctor moved on to me.

"Energy comes off of everything, if it helps some people refer to it as magic, but its more like electricity. Chaos is tuned specifically to me and Jack as that's what we are. Normal chaos from like a bad car accident or a bank robbery just gives us a happy little boost. Too much though is like being struck by lightening. It overloads the body and makes it shut down. Jack gets it worse than me since she's more in tune with it. She creates it, brings it with her where ever she goes. I am it, I can kind of tune myself to it so it doesn't kill me but puts me in a kind of superactive state like a sugar highed two year old for about a week." This time they did seem to understand, except for the Doctor who was staring at his Screwdriver like he didn't believe what he was reading and thought it was malfunctioning.

"Overloads and kills her temporarily you say?" He wouldn't look away from his sonic as he scanned me again making me feel just a bit nervous.

"Yup. Usually when there's a lot of stress or chaos in her body at one time too quickly." Harley answered again as I was a little scared to speak at the moment.

"Huh, well, I think it's happening right now." He was looking at his scan results again as he said it. When he finally looked up at me it was with curious eyes.

"She's got no pulse."

"That it?" I asked and he nodded making me sigh relieved.

"Oh good. I thought there was something actually wrong with me." "

I wouldn't say there isn't." Owen crossed over to me and took my wrist as if to verify my lack of heart beat, his tone sarcastic. I lightly slapped him in the shoulder yanking my hand away from him.

"There's not. Like Harley explained, it's normal after doing something like what happened back there. I'd call that stressed chaos so it's not surprising my system needs to die for a bit and reset." I was just a little offended by his comment but it was made better when he didn't retaliate for me hitting him, just flinched and made a face before moving away. Martha was the next to approach me and she took the stethoscope the Doctor pulled from his pocket.

"Why do you have that in your pocket?"

"Might come in handy." He answered with a shrug. Harley was looking at his pockets looking just bit like she were checking him out as she leaned to the side to try and get a better look at a different angle.

"How does it fit without messing with the suit?" Half of the group gave her a confused look at what she chose to notice at this point. The Doctor just grinned proudly.

"Time Lord technology. They're bigger on the inside." He boasted and she nodded like that explained everything and turned back to Martha moving the stethoscope around on my chest. When she went to the right side and started listening there I tapped her shoulder to pull her eyes to mine.

"Human body, hun. Hearts still on the left, it's just not beating. You won't find another one on that side with me." She blushed a little and put the stethoscope down on the island with a muttered apology.

"So what's it like for you?" Owen asked plopping down on the stool on my other side and chatting like we were in some kind of support group, dead peoples anonymous.

"Same as you I imagine. I walk, talk, move about until the blood stops flowing. At that point I do tend to get a bit dizzy and either fall into a coma or restart my heart. I've never been dead long enough to experience the lack of sensations you have. I will warn you though, when your heart starts again, its gonna hurt. The beating will feel like its going to crack your ribs open from the inside. Your first breath will burn the whole way down and at first, your muscles will tingle like they're asleep but then they fade into an excrutiating stabbing pain before that too fades away." His expression got grimmer the longer I talked about what would happen to him.

"Sounds pleasant," he grumbled looking at his broken finger on the island like he was debating if it was worth it.

"It doesn't last that long. A few good breaths and your lungs will feel like you've just held your breathe for a bit longer than normal like when your swimming. Don't move until after your body has gone hot with the blood flow and then cold again as the tingly sleep feeling is completley gone and you should be fine. I have yet to learn a trick for making the heart hurt less so you'll just have to deal with that. The longer I go without the sensation of my heart beating the more it hurts when it starts up again because my body adjusts to not having it and then its back and it takes a while for me to adjust back again." He seemed to take in all the information nodding at my advice and taking a deep breath to prepare himself for it.

"How long has this been happening to you?" The Doctor was giving me curious sad eyes as he heard me talk and when he finally asked his question I knew my answer wouldn't make that sadness disapear.

"The day this body had it's first demon manifestation." Recognition crossed his features at the mention of my first kill this life time and his eyes widened.

"You were no more than eight you said." He sounded genuinley astonished and I was betting that was just a bit rare for him like there wasn't much in the universe he hadn't seen and this was one of them.

"That photo of me on a sidewalk taking a nap? I freaked for that one because that was my first death. I was alone and all the other pain was accompanied by a large bump on the back of my skull and pounding in my head to go with my newly restarted heartbeat. It was one of the most painful experiences of my life this go 'round and believe me when I tell you I've had some doozies." I explained further when Martha and Jack still looked lost. When I mentioned the photos Jack and Owen perked up but Martha was still lost. Owen gave her an 'I'll explain later look' and she let it slide for the time being.

"Well, then I think you should help Owen prepare for his coming back, since you're the only one with any experience in the field. Jack just dies, he's not living dead." The Doctor's voice changed drastically, like mine had in the console room, and I let out a tiny breathe thankful that we were done with that.

"I've done what I can. There's not a whole hell of a lot of preparing you can do for something like this. Although, I usually come back hungrier than normal." I turned to Owen who suddenly looked excited.

"Anything in particular you've been craving since dying?"

"Food. Food and beer. Hell, dog food would be good at this point. Not dog food though. Pizza, one of those greasy American cheeseburgers, ooh, chips." He rambled his eyes getting a glassy far away look as he went through the things he missed the most. I chuckled and nodded.

"I think we can figure out something to make you before we head back to Earth. Once your moving again, your body is gonna need food just to keep doing it. So we'll just pump you full of protein and then we can head back to our place. There's a Wendy's just down the street where we can get your cheeseburger and a Pizza Hut a little further after that." Harley offered and I nodded again agreeing to the plan. Owen groaned and I thought he might be drooling if his body were capable of making saliva at the moment.

"Right, lets get this thing shoved inside my chest then." He suddenly popped to his feet, headed to the door, stopped to look back at the other two Doctor's still standing there and gave them an impatient expectant look, motioning to the corridor.

"Come on, kind of tired of being dead here."

"Will you be alright?" The Doctor questioned looking back to me.

"Yeah, I got about another forty-five minutes before the circulation stops completley. I'll need to lay down then and probably take a coma. If I'm not awake in twenty four hours, Harley knows what to do. Don't question her." I told him and he nodded seriously before heading from the room.

"Hey Doctor?" He popped his head back in at my call.

"He's gonna need fresh blood, a lot of it. And make sure you close up any open wounds before starting. Bleeding out kind of defeats the purpose."

"Thanks. I didn't think of that." He was giving me another one of those blush inducing proud looks and I found myself examining the islands top.

"Don't worry about it. I only did 'cause I did that once. Almost stayed dead that time." I told him and Harley grimaced and winced for me. Thankfully, no one asked for details as the Doctor headed off down the corridor again, his feet echoing and clanging on the grating.

"So, we need to find some protein to shove into Owen for when he rejoins the land of the living. Let's see what we got." Jack clapped his hands together and spun to look in the fridge for suitable items. Harley moved to the cabinets and I stayed where I was knowing moving would bring on the coma faster.

"I usually go for a nice juicy medium rare steak after my deaths. Got any sirloins in the freezer?" I questioned from my seat and Jack looked. He reached in and pulled out an armful of paper wrapped packages that I recognized as fresh beef cuts and grinned.

"There's the stuff in here for peanut butter cookies. Peanut butter is good for protein. I can make up desert while the steaks cook." She offered and I nodded at her.

"What about veggies? Asparagus stalks are usually pretty helpful and go well with the steaks if cooked right." I asked and Jack reached into the fridge after setting down the steaks, pulling out the mentioned vegetable.

"I think the TARDIS was a step ahead of you." Jack explained at our curious looks.

"She has a tendency to anticipate just what you need and provide it when you do. Don't really know how she does it but then I never asked. I'm just grateful she does."

"Works for me," I said shoving my confusion away and just taking it at face value. Harley shrugged and did the same before turning to find mixing bowls. I felt useless just sitting there so Jack moved the raw steaks and seasonings over to me placing them in the center of the island before turning to bring the asparagus and started prepping them. I shot him a grateful look, pulling the steaks and seasonings over to me and he nodded without saying a word. Once that was done and I'd returned to my seat after shifting slightly to wash my hands in the center sink before and after I'd touched the raw meat I started to actually feel my death. My chest had a slight dull ache starting to build as my body recognized the lack of a heartbeat. I took a couple deep breaths, breathing out slowly and grabbed the platter the steaks were on, Jack took it from me and turned to the small grill like stove, pointing at me to sit down in the process. I sat as instructed as I was starting to feel my head get a bit fuzzy. It cleared up again when I stopped moving and got my weight off my feet but then I felt bored and useless again. I jumped when the counter in front of me suddenly popped up and a small section flipped over to show a screen that looked suspiciously like an Ipad. A glance at the screen showed music playlists from twenty first century Earth. I grinned and narrowed the search some more, finally finding a way to connect my personal playlists and sift through those. The touch screen was more advanced than the ones currently available on Earth but it still worked like the ones I was familiar with so it didn't take long for me to pick out a few songs and setting them to play. Naturally, I felt the need to start with Disney's Be Our Guest and both Jack and Harley laughed when the music filtered through the room at a comfortablly loud volume where we could still hear eachother but not without a touch of focus. It was the volume Harley and I always used when one of us was in the kitchen. Usually me since I didn't currently work and she did. I originally chose the volume so I could still hear it whether I had the fan above the stove going, the sink running as I did dishes or the food I was cooking was sizzling. It worked here too since there was multiple sounds competing to be heard around the kitchen that would have drowned out the music if not for the volume. The up beat tracks made me feel more alive too, wiping away some more of the side effects of not having a pulse. And then Harley opened another cabinet in search of an ingredient and was greeted with a sight that made us both squeal as I could just see inside. Jack jumped dropping his tongs at our outburst and then grinned widely when Harley pulled out a bottle of liquor neither of us was familiar with.

"Hypervodka. That'll go great with this." He turned down the heat on the grill and shifted to look in the cabinet pulling out various other bottles and a few glasses and quickly moving them to the island and mixing up some drinks. The first martini glass he handed to me and the next to Harley waiting and watching us both expectantly.

"I don't like martini's" Harley said sniffing the drink hesitantly.

"But you've never had one of those martini's before. Trust me, hypervodka martini's are my specialty. Just try it." He pleaded and I took a deep breath before taking a tiny sip from the glass in my hand. My face automatically shifted to a pleasantly shocked look and Harley took this as a sign to sample hers when I took another larger sip.

"It's sweet. Does hypervodka taste like that or is it the other stuff you mixed in?" I asked Jack after my third sip. I had been trying to identify the flavor but then realized it was an alien liquor and I probably wouldn't be able to.

"A little of both actually. What do you think?" He turned back to the grill, resetting the heat and focusing on the meat again as he asked.

"This is good. Like really good." Harley praised taking another large sip and I laughed and covered the top of her glass pulling it down just a bit.

"Take it easy, Har. You're a lightweight with normal liquor. Just 'cause it doesn't taste like it doesn't mean it won't knock you on your ass before you even finish mixing the cookies," I warned her and she gave me a sheepish nod, a slight blush forming on her cheeks before she set the glass down and moved back to her mixing.

"Just how much of a lightweight are we talking here?" Jack sounded like he was going to tease her for this so I felt the need to assisst him.

"Like, two normal Earth drinks has her plastered and stumbling about." I laughed at the glare she shot me and shrugged.

"He'd find out eventually."

"I don't remember you being that bad last time. Maybe four before you had to tap out," he commented looking at the bright red Harley who was pointedly not looking at us.

"I don't drink as often this time," she defended putting a little more force than necessary into her banging out of cookie portions.

"And what about you?" Jack turned that mischevious grin to me and I shot him one right back. "I'm half Hungarian with a metabolism like a heard of elephants. I can drink." I told him and he cocked an eyebrow as if to ask if I'd just challenged him. I kept my eyes steadily trained on his as I took another drink and he threw me a look that said he was coming back to that when he had time and turned back to flip the steaks and turn the asparagus. We had just finished off putting the food on plates and setting the table, me moving slower than the others, when the Doctor re-entered the room a broad smile on his face.

"I take it, it worked?" Jack was the one to ask and then Owen was hobbling into the room bandages wrapped around his otherwise naked chest and arm with Martha supporting him from under the uninjured arm. He didn't say anything and I knew it was probably because he couldn't quite talk through the pain just yet. But the need for food was too great to wait long enough for the pain to dissipate completely.

"It's alive!" Harley nearly shouted and he glared at her. I motioned at Jack to help Owen to a seat from where I stood, one hand on the back of a chair to support myself. Once he was down and just staring at the food, drool actually there this time, I went ahead and collapsed into a chair as well.

"How you holding up?" The Doctor was almost whispering as he asked the question taking the seat beside me instead of the head of the table like we'd thought he would. Martha took the seat beside Owen and waved his fork in front of his face tauntingly to get his attention. He shot her a glare and picked up his knife making Martha drop his silverware and he picked that up too and dug in. Jack took one of the head spots and once Harley had pulled the cookies from the oven making Owen groan again at the scent, she took the other one.

"Fine considering." I finally answered when everyone was settled and enjoying their meals talking to one another and not really paying attention to us.

"Starting to feel it a bit, but a bit of food and I should be better. I don't think this death is gonna last as long as some of the others. I might not even coma if I work this right."

"And drinking is right?" He questioned when he saw the drink in my hand.

"Doesn't hurt." I was smirking as I answered and I just knew he was fighting off an eye roll.

"This looks brilliant. Well done, everyone." He rejoined the other conversations then leaving me to focus on my plate. Owen was a lost cause for conversation, no one able to get more than a few mumbled pleased noises from him around his mouthfuls of food. I was in a similar boat except that I was trying to focus on eating and not allowing the dizzy feeling to return. All things considered, the liquor probably hadn't been a good idea but I didn't particularly think that was contributing to the need to pass out all that much. It was more that I'd just pushed myself too far and now my body was finally voicing its opinion. I made it through half of the meal, different people shooting me concerned glances from time to time. When I finally gave up, dropping my silverware and pushing my chair back, even Owen paid attention. Harley was instantly at my side helping me to stand. My vision swam with the movement and I knew a glance in a mirror would have shown my skin was damn near translucent in how pale it was. Even my lips would have lost all color. I'd look like the corpse after they'd been dead for awhile. My legs gave out and Harley made sure I didn't hit the floor too hard as she couldn't completely support my dead weight on her own. Then the Doctor cleared in my blurred vision and I was able to see he was the fuzzy blob hovering above me.

"Jack, what's happening? What do you need?" He looked up at Harley when I just groaned.

"What does she need?"

"Time." Harley answered sadly knowing there was nothing we could do to speed the process.

"Sleep might help but she can't rest until her heart starts up again. Her brain activity is the only thing keeping her half alive. If she passes out, we have no way of knowing if she'll wake up again."

"What if we monitored her brain activity to make sure it doesn't stop? Could she sleep then?" Martha questioned from my side by Harley and I wasn't clear enough yet to try and look at her.

"And if it does stop, how do you plan on bringing me back? CPR? It's not like I died of natural causes, hun." I was being snarky again so I knew being flat on the ground was helping just a bit.

"So we just sit here and wait?" Jack sounded like that was the last thing he wanted to do and the Doctor had that sad look in his eyes as he watched me again.

"Well, maybe not right here. This floors a bit hard." My voice said that I found this to be an unusual occurance for floors and they needed to be aware of it too. Harley chuckled and then reached a hand out to grip mine.

"Your freezing, Jack. You sure your up for moving?" She questioned her hand not leaving mine.

"Barf bucket just in case?" I requested and she got up, leaving me for just a moment before returning with a small bucket that I could easily grip, puke into and wash out should the need arise.

"Okay," I said gripping the bucket in one arm tightly and reaching the other up above me,

"Someone help me to a softer surface." Rather than my hand being taken and being pulled up to my feet like I'd been expecting, I felt arms slide around my shoulders and under my knees and I was lifted off the ground entirely. My arm tightened around the bucket as my world swam again and I threw my other arm around the shoulders carrying me for stability that I surely didn't feel. I was being moved down the corridor at a slow easy pace that allowed me to adjust and when my vision cleared up again it was to see the Doctor was the one carrying me. I couldn't see anyone else, though I could hear them following behind us.

"Strong for a scrawny guy." My voice came out slightly slurred as my mind started losing it's grip on conciousness. I needed to restart my heart very soon or things would get very ugly for me.

"Time Lord." He smiled down at me fondly as he paused in front of another set of double doors and I saw the leather band that accompanied Jack's wrist pull one open and I was then taken inside. I tried to glance around but that was a bit beyond me so I closed my eyes. The continued motion of the Doctor made that a very bad idea as nausea swept over me making my eyes flash back open and my throat repeatedly swallow to try and keep the bile down. I looked at the Doctors face and focused on that until I was laid down on a cushy deep red suede feeling couch that was long enough for me to lay on it without touching either end and wide enough that I had no worries about rolling off. Harley even had room to take up a position at my feet to watch me. I felt my head being lifted and then placed back down gently and when I could focus it was to see Jack had sat down so I could use his leg to prop my head up. I gave a weak generalized thankful smile and let my eyes fade out of focus.

"How long will she be like this?" I heard Owen asking Harley from down by my feet. "It varies. If she does pass out and doesn't wake up or show signs of life in twenty four hours after losing conciousness its to be assumed that she's actually dead, and burned, her ashes scattered over three bodies of moving water." She informed them of my wishes and I heard Martha's outraged cry.

"But what if she's not dead? What if she just needs a little more time?" She asked desperatley.

"Three days is the usual time taken for funeral arrangements. If we wait longer than that than she can't have a casket for her showing and wake for her family. She'll be starting to decompose by then." Harley explained patiently like I had done the first time I'd told her my plan after she'd witnessed a death.

"She's planned this out with that much detail?" The Doctor questioned and I just knew he was remembering overhearing me tell Harley that my plans never worked.

"If she plans it out flawlessly than it will never be needed. The only time a plan of hers doesn't go wrong is when it isn't needed." Harley's voice said she was grinning at me fondly.

"It's her way of tricking Murphy's Law. She's prepared to be actually dead from this so it can't happen."

"Makes sense in a backwards kind of way." Jack commented softly not sure how sensitive my ears were.

"Yup. That's me. Backwards demon of chaos." I felt my arm rise to wave shakily.

"Hi."

"Now comes the delerious portion of her death. We're almost done if she's here." Harley clued them in to why she was chuckling.

"Hey, guys, guess what. I'm DEAD!" My arms seemed to have plenty of life as they waved about trying to find any person and then flew into the air with my proclomation.

"Dead, dead, dead. Dead demon girl. Hey, Har, remember that one time I died and someone actually called an ambulance? Those poor guys with the tubes didn't know what to do!" I broke into a fit of giggles and Harley explained that the EMT's that had responded had trouble finding both my non-existant pulse and a vein to put their saline solution into to try and help me. As she talked about them trying to take off my boots to check my ankles for a vein, my body doubled over, rolling onto my side and my knees coming to my chest as I laughed hysterically, gasping for breathe. Thankfully I wasn't the only one laughing. Unfortunately my heart chose that moment to kick back on. I gasped in pain this time my eyes popping open and my hand moving to grip my chest instead of my sides. I felt movement around me and heard Owen and Harley's voice warning others away from me. My body lurched off the couch and I landed on my knees and one hand, the other still gripping my chest above my heart. Several deep breaths got me through the next five minutes as my heart bounced around at various rhythms before settling down into a normal human beat and I was able to sigh and take one full pain free breathe before sitting up on my knees.

"Well, that was fun."

"You're good?" Harley asked gripping my arm to help me back onto the couch when I shifted towards it. I nodded and laid my head on the back letting my eyes slide shut.

"Living is exhausting." I mumbled right before I felt myself give a long yawn.

"I know what you mean. Is it always like this?" Owen asked collapsing in a big cushy matching chair kind of diagonal from the couch.

"Usually." I told him through another yawn.

"I'd like to take a coma now if you don't mind." I was looking at Jack as I asked the tone in my voice reminiscent of a three year old. He chuckled and nodded patting his leg. I was too tired to realize I wasn't usually this comfortable with strangers and laid my head back on his leg. His hand began to soothingly run through my hair and I couldn't have said if there was anymore conversation after that because all I saw was black as I fell asleep.