Logon is finally working again! So the next chapter is up. It's a bit short, tbh. I'm trying to get ahead of the publishing game by writing everything in advance. It isn't working very well, though... Oh well.

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Arthur flicked through the files in a large cabinet, and selected a blank one, filling it in with a blue ink pen.

NAME: Doctor/John Smith (suspected alias, real name unknown)

AGE: Unknown

DESCRIPTION: Brown hair, eyes, about 5"7'

ABILITY: Unknown as undeveloped (see notes below)

LEVEL: Unknown as undeveloped (see notes below). TREAT AS OMEGA CLASS.

NOTES: UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCE ATTEMPT TO BRING IN ALONE. Telepath/time travel but not in similar ways to specials??? Large genetic discrepancies to normal with added bases (see medical notes for further details).

STATUS: Extant. Believed to be free agent.

HISTORY: Test subject number 36 from recombination experiment. One of two people to survive the process. Other history unknown – turned up at Pinehearst as fake journalist.

When this was done, he inserted it in the second drawer down, and went to talk to Gabriel, who was waiting patiently for him in the corridor.

At first, it all seemed fine. Peter groaned and got up off the seat, and Claire was just about to throw the used syringe away, until the man collapsed on the ground.

"John?" Peter asked, as Claire caught him. "What happened?"

"I just gave him some of my blood. He was pretty badly beaten up after you landed on him, but… maybe he reacted badly or something." Claire thought for a second. "Wait, you're a nurse! Can't you do something?"

Peter shook his head. "I can't do much without proper equipment. We need to get to a hospital, maybe they'd be able to help there."

"Any hospitals nearby that you know about?"

Peter nodded, and strapped John Smith into the back seat, who moaned something about bananas. "Princeton-Plainsboro. It's a teaching hospital I went to once, but they do have good doctors."

John's eyes flicked open as Peter said the word "hospital". "No, not the hospital. Seriously! I'll be fine. Fine! See?" He raised his arm and waved at Claire, but then slumped again. "Ow, that really did hurt. What's in your blood anyway? Must be allergic… not the DNA, maybe different types of antigens on the red blood cells?" Then silence. Claire looked back at John in concern, only slightly relieved to see he was still breathing, his chest rising and falling slightly.

"How long is it going to be until we get to the hospital?"

"About an hour, tops," Peter replied, focusing on the road.

Holly picked herself up, and froze, probably due to the fact that there were several gun muzzles pointed at her head. She decided to adopt the universal look-I-don't-have-a-big-sharp-weapon posture, holding her hands up to show they were empty.

"Open," Holly said, enunciating clearly, and her helmet visor slid up.

Jack stared at her. "Are you a really short Vulcan or something?" he asked.

Holly rolled her eyes. What is it with males and their stupid science fiction references anyway? "No. I am not a Vulcan."

"You speak English."

"Wow, really? Who has an underground lair with a hole in the pavement leading down to it?" Holly replied, using the maximum amount of sarcasm.

Gwen coughed loudly at this point, causing Jack to glare at her for a second. "Well… we do."

"And it never occurred to you that someone could fall down it." Jack reddened.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Looking for a friend. Artemis. I don't suppose you'd have seen him? Mismatched eyes, black hair, teenage genius. He stands out."

"Nope. But there are a lot of teenagers around." He gave a slightly bewildered look to Martha, who shrugged. "Okay, let's go through the list. Are you planning to go on a murdering rampage on your visit to fair Cardiff?"

"What? No!"

"Are you free tonight?" Jack asked, winking at Holly and giving her a dazzling smile. Gwen coughed something that sounded remarkably like "Ianto!"

I'm fed up of this Mud Man flirting. Holly decided enough was enough. "You know, I think none of this is really necessary. You should just let us go. I'm sure you have more important things to do," she suggested, using the mesmer.

"Sure," said Mickey, sounding slightly drunk. He and Martha walked off to the computers at the centre of the Hub. However, Jack and Gwen still stood there, although Gwen was lowering her gun.

"Nothing happened. So you're just going to turn round and get back to work." Holly added another layer. Gwen nodded as if in a dream, and left Jack standing in front of Holly, as if frozen. Curious. He must be resisting it. He's stronger than I expected him to be. The gun was lowering now.

"We're going to leave now. And you really should get that hole in the roof fixed." Holly edged back towards Simon and Pikachu, who were now fully awake, and mouthed to Simon, In a couple of seconds, get us out of here.

Suddenly, a door opened to reveal Ianto bearing coffee and doughnuts. "Jack, I think we really should…" He stopped dead. "Jack?"

D'Arvit! The spell broke, and Jack blinked, then realised what happened, and lunged to grab Holly as Ianto sprinted towards them. A gunshot rang out.

"GO!" screamed Holly.

So there you have it. House fans, don't worry! Princeton-Plainsboro turns up in the next chapter. And I'm not forgetting the rest of the characters from Heroes, they'll show up later.

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