A/N: I just looked at when I last updated and winced a little. Time flies! :o I'm compensating with two probably terrible chapters... :p

Chapter 11 – Time Lord and Immortal Boy

When Leah woke up, her father was still there.

He was sound asleep, so she carefully climbed out from under the duvet, leaving Bundy next to him before slipping off of the bed and padding quietly out of the infirmary door.

She began to make her way to the kitchen, wondering what she could make him for lunch. She only really knew how to make cereal and orange juice, what with the bad experience she'd had a few months ago when she'd tried to make tea and toast and ended up accidentally burning most of her fingers and consequently being forbidden by her parents from making tea or toast ever again.

She reached the kitchen, standing in front of the fridge and looking up at the cupboards thoughtfully for moment, before deciding to go big and reaching up for a mug...

And then a sudden shrill beeping sound erupted into life from the direction of the console room. She quickly abandoned what she was doing, running to the console room to find the TARDIS monitor warping and buzzing, trying to get a picture established... An incoming transmission.

"Doctor? Doctor!" a familiar voice yelled as the picture continued to fizzle a myriad of colours.

Leah blinked in surprise. "Mummy?"

"Leah?" the screen focussed and Rose appeared, staring into the camera anxiously. "Leah, honey!" A huge smile burst onto her face. "I've only got a few minutes and I need Daddy..."

"Okay," Leah said, and ran back to the infirmary as fast as she could to where her dad was asleep. "Daddy, Daddy wake up," she implored, clambering up the side to shake him as forcefully as she could.

"Mmm what?" he asked, half asleep.

"Mummy wants you..."

He instantly bolted upright, wide awake as he frantically scanned the room. "What? Where's Mummy?"

"Come on," Leah said, taking his hand and pulling him off of the bed as fast as he could find his feet, dragging him out the door towards the console room where Rose was waiting patiently on the monitor.

The Doctor stopped dead in his tracks, staring at her with wide eyes. "Rose," he whispered, Leah still holding onto his hand tightly.

"Stop gawpin', I've only got a few minutes," Rose said, struggling not to giggle.

He looked down at Leah, letting go of her hand. "Go wait outside, okay?"

She nodded, obeying without protest at the seriousness in his voice. She ran off to the door and disappeared before the Doctor moved forward, leaning towards the monitor. "Are you okay? What are they doing to you?"

"I'm fine," Rose said quickly. "They let me have one phone call, though, and I've only got a minute left now so shut up and listen. They're tryin' to take Leah, they're gonna use everythin' they've got, and they know where you are right now. You've gotta hide her. Don't tell me where because they're probably listenin' but hide her before you make a move."

"I will," the Doctor replied, nodding.

"All I know is they're organisin' a care hearin' to try and take her into custody to make it look legal. Whatever they say, don't bring her. Please, Doctor."

"I promise you, I won't," the Doctor said quickly. "They're not going to touch her."

She smiled. "I miss you both."

"We miss you too," he said, smiling. "Leah!" he called, and within seconds the toddler reappeared, running to his side. He lifted her up to the screen, and she waved happily at her Mother.

"Hi, Mummy," Leah said loudly, giggling. "I look after Daddy so no worry, kay?"

Rose laughed. "Yeah, he needs a lot of attention. You're doin' a good job."

"Hey!" the Doctor protested, but Rose was suddenly distracted by something to her side, and she quickly turned back to the camera.

"I've got ten seconds. I love you two, look after each other, I'll see you soon, yeah?"

"Bye, Mummy!" Leah yelled quickly.

"I love you," the Doctor said quietly.

"I love you too," she said before she was cut off in mid-smile, and the screen died to black.

Leah looked at her Dad, her eyes wide. "Mummy coming home soon?"

The Doctor bit his lip, making a decision in the split second as he set her down on the floor, kneeling down and resting his hands on her shoulders. "Tell you what, I'm going to refuel the TARDIS as soon as we're ready, then I'm gonna sort you out, then I'm going to get Mummy back. Okay?"

"Okay!" Leah said happily, reaching up for a hug, to which he obliged.

"Now go and play for a bit while I go talk to Uncle Jack," he said, kissing her forehead.

She nodded, and was off in a flash.

When the Doctor was dressed and his hair had been appropriately subdued, he stepped out of the TARDIS and into the Hub, only to find it seemingly empty.

"Jack?" he called, but there was no reply. He scratched the back of his head, stepping forward to angle his head up to look into Jack's office. He wasn't there either.

"Jack?" he tried again, but he was apparently alone. That was until he heard the sound of heavy human breathing from somewhere quite close, and Martha appeared, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Martha!" he said, beaming. "Any idea where Jack is? I wanna ask him..." he paused, and for the first time actually looked at her. Her eyes were wide and almost crazy, a bead of spittle on her lip... "You all right?"

The pause in-between this and what happened next was only brief. She dived forward straight onto him, making him topple backwards onto the floor with a surprised yelp until he found himself completely pinned down by a salivating Martha.

"Martha?" he yelled, trying to push her away but she had the advantage of position. She leant forward and shoved her tongue in his mouth, kissing him deeply with utter carnal passion.

"Mmm-mm!" he protested, trying desperately to get her off. Eventually she pulled away for some air and he took one too, still staring at her. "Okay," he breathed. "It's not Martha. Seriously, not Martha..."

She quickly decided that was enough breathing, and slammed her lips back onto his again.

"Mmmm!" the Doctor writhed, trying to reach for the sonic but his hands were being crushed beneath him.

"There she is!" the voice of an angel suddenly yelled from across the Hub, and moments later Jack appeared with his gun aloft. "Martha!" he yelled, looking at the quite relieved-looking Doctor and struggling not to pause for laughter. "Get out of her and we won't harm you."

"I need sex!" Martha shrieked, running her hands through the Doctor's hair.

"Don't I get a say in this?" the Doctor yelped, still completely pinned in submission.

"Get out of her!" Jack yelled, his gun still pointing at Martha.

"I NEED IT, NOW!" Martha screamed, but she was rapidly turning purple, and suddenly purple gas was ejected out of her and she collapsed into a dead faint. The purple gas hovered for a moment, before noticing the Doctor and moving towards him...

The Doctor tried to reach for the sonic, but it was already too late. The purple gas went straight into him.

"Well," Jack muttered. "This'll be interesting."

The Doctor frowned for a moment, gazing at the world around him as if observing it for the first time. He struggled out from under Martha until he managed to get to his feet, all of Torchwood's guns trained on him.

His eyes flickered over them all, until they rested on Jack. He began to stride forwards until he was a few feet away, and he reached up to Jack's shoulders, staring the immortal man in the eyes...

"Jack," he muttered. But his next words were something of a surprise. "I'm going to throw up."

And true to his word, milliseconds later he lurched and threw up purple slime down Jack's front.

Everyone stood still, staring, as the Doctor braced himself and hit his chest. A little more came out. But that seemed to be it. He drew back from Jack, and ran a tongue along his teeth, testing the taste in his mouth.

"Tasted like kronkburger," he concluded.

Jack looked at him, and then down at his front. "Thanks," he muttered, pulling a face of disgust as he ran a finger down his front and stared at the resultant coat of purple slime on his finger.

"What was that?" the Doctor asked, frowning.

"Sex obsessed possessive gas," Mickey muttered, staring at the Doctor with wide eyes.

"Is this what Torchwood do all day?" the Doctor wondered. "Chase sex monsters?"

"Pretty much. When we're not having sex," Ianto replied, completely deadpan.

"Right," the Doctor murmured, pulling a face before skipping over to Martha and helping the disorientated woman onto her feet as Jack quickly unbuttoned his shirt and threw it at Ianto, who pulled a face of disgust and quickly disappeared.

"What just happened?" she asked, rubbing her head.

"It'll all come flooding back," the Doctor assured her, helping her to sit down on the nearest chair before spinning back to Jack, hands in pockets. "Anyway, came to tell you I'm just gonna refuel and head off to get Rose this evening..."

"Hey, wait," Jack said quickly, holding up a hand. "You can't refuel."

"What?"

"We broke the rift manipulator apart the other day," Jack reminded him. "Anything could happen."

"But I need to refuel."

"It'll have to wait," Jack said.

The Doctor stared at him. "You can't forbid me..."

"Well, I'll advise you instead, if you refuel you're gonna cause massive damage to..."

"No, I'm not," the Doctor interrupted, almost angry. "You think the rift relies on your manipulator?"

"The majority..."

"I'm not going to do any damage!"

"Yes, you are!"

"No, I'm not!"

"Why the hell don't you listen to me for once?" Jack yelled.

"Because I know what I'm doing and I need to refuel to get Leah's Mum back!"

"I know what I'm talking about!"

"I don't think you do!" the Doctor yelled back, truly angry now.

The other people in the room were just standing there, heads moving back and forth in sync as though watching a tennis match.

"I've maintained this thing for hundreds of years, I know what'll set it off!" Jack shouted angrily.

"I've been alive for 900 years, I think I know a bit more about this than you do!"

"Well I'm 2300 years old!"

"2000 of them you spent in a grave!"

"I still have more experience!"

"I've got more intelligence!"

"Oh so is that what this is about?"

"Yes!"

"Oh so guess we're all apes again?"

"Right now, yes!"

"Oh the superior Time Lord, us mere mortals can only dream of reaching his lofty heights..."

"Oi!" Mickey suddenly interrupted, stepping in-between them with his arms out. "Time Lord, immortal boy. Chill."

The Doctor bit his lip, looking to the floor as Jack shuffled uncomfortably.

"I'm sorry," the Doctor said, brushing back his hair. "But Rose called me, today. She said the Shadow Proclamation knows where I am and they're preparing to do what they do best to get Leah. Why do you think I'm wearing this?" He held up a pendant he had around his neck that hadn't been questioned before. "It's to make it harder for them to detect me. Not impossible. Just harder. I have to take Leah somewhere safe and then go and find my pregnant wife before they take them all away from me. I don't care what you say, Jack. My wife, my daughter and my son are in danger and I can't just stand by and watch it happen."

Jack looked at him sadly for a moment. "It's a boy?"

"Yeah," the Doctor muttered.

Jack stepped forward and manly hugged him. "Hey, congratulations."

The Doctor just nodded.

Jack drew back, and gazed at him. "Okay," he muttered. "Do what you need to do."

"Thank you," the Doctor said quietly.

"But you're cleaning up the mess."

"Deal," the Doctor said, nodding.

"Excuse me," came Ianto's voice from the side. Everyone looked over to find him clutching what looked like a spherical black ball, alive with bright blue lights flashing periodically. "It just appeared on the table."

"Oh no," the Doctor breathed, staring at it.

"What is it?" Jack asked.

"A summons from the Shadow Proclamation," the Doctor muttered.

"Guess it's yours, then," Ianto said, holding it out to the Doctor. The Time Lord took it, taking an affirming breath before setting it down on the floor, where it burst into life. There was a blip of electronic whirring and suddenly a little tiny holographic woman with white hair and a black dress appeared on top of the sphere.

"This message is for the Time Lord known as 'the Doctor' from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous, confirm recipient?"

"Confirmed," the Doctor said, feeling all eyes on him.

"The High Court of the Shadow Proclamation summons you as a defendant for case 606987, a care hearing for the Gallifreyan-Human hybrid known as 'Leah Tyler'. Charges cannot be relayed in the message. What is your representation?"

"I'll represent myself."

"Confirmed. You and the hybrid known as Leah Tyler will present yourselves at the High Court of the Shadow Proclamation 10.56/7 Universal time. Failure to present will result in prosecution. This holographic message was brought to you courtesy of Space Port Diners, bringing you the best food of the Universe straight to your local space port for half the price, because every UniCredit helps! Have a nice day."

The hologram blipped off.

"They have sponsorship now," the Doctor muttered, staring at the space it had been.

"And?" Mickey asked.

"Mickey, the South Wales Police aren't brought to you by McDonalds."

"Never mind that," Jack said urgently. "They're fighting you for Leah. What's their case against you?"

The Doctor swallowed. "I'm guessing they're going to try and say I'm neglecting and abusing her..."

"But that's bullshit."

The Doctor didn't reply.

"It's a court hearing, right?" Jack said, frowning. "You need witnesses to testify, say what a good Dad you are? I'll do it."

"Me too," Martha said, stepping forward. "It's the least we can do."

The Doctor looked between them, gratitude alone shining in his eyes. "It'll be soon. I'll refuel, make sure Leah's in a safe place, and then we go."

"I'll eat early," Jack assured him. "Now go and sort everything out. If they're gonna be playing this game then we're gonna beat them at it. Don't worry."

The Doctor nodded, turned, and walked back into the TARDIS. Seconds later, it disappeared.