This chapter is kind of choppy... Sorry about that! My mind just isn't working but I really wanted to write this chapter. So many ideas at once and they all tried to get out.

BLECH. Doctor Who ends next Saturday -dies- WHAT DO I DO WITH MY LIFE AF- Tuesdays.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Jack followed Martha to stand outside Breadstix. He was waiting for it. And he didn't need to wait that long. As soon as the glass doors slid closed, she rounded on him.

"What are you doing, Jack, she's eighteen!" Her eyes were alight with both fury and disdain. "She's just a teenager!"

"But she's so much more mature than that." He needed to keep his calm. Incredibly aware that the eyes of all the teens they knew in the restaurant had their eyes on them, he couldn't afford to blow up. "She's smart and talented and she's wonderful, Martha. The Doctor sees that too. He's seen it in all of us, and that's why we were the ones to travel with him."

"Have you told her about your immortality yet? Or that you have kids? That you've been married before? That you're head of a semi-covert agency that weeds out aliens? What about being from the fifty first century?" Martha pressed on, her eyes not leaving his. She didn't plan on letting the immortal up easily. "Are you just going to leave her one day, and let her think that she wasn't good enough? What are you going to do, Jack?"

"Martha!" he hissed, anger in his voice. "Just let it go. I need to go back inside." He turned on his heel, starting back inside. Jack wouldn't be berated about his relationship with the starlet. He just wouldn't.

"Jack." Martha looked at him, her face void of emotion.

He didn't bother turning around.

"What happens when she dies?"

He had no answer to that.

-o-o-o-

"Listen. You just need to crank the song out from here, not here." Rachel motioned to Kurt's throat and stomach, her eyebrows knitted together. Jack was still outside. "But you'll do fantastic. I'll convince the Doctor to take us to watch you. He insists on only going to New New York. Actually, it's the fifteenth since the original, but you get the point." She glanced towards the door again, stressed.

"He's fine, sweetie." Brittany leaned her head on the brunette. "He's talking."

"I know. I just… I want to be among those stars again."

Blaine grinned. "Well, you and Jack better get going. Places to go, aliens to run from." He had been very accepting of the whole situation, adjusting to the fact that one of his best friends was a time traveler. He took it better than the others that she was living a fantastic life. "Take care."

Rachel stood up, smiling at all of them. "Thanks, you guys. I'm going to go walk over to visit my dads then I'll head out. I called them once. Bad experience."

"That might not be smart." Santana drummed her fingers on the table. "They'll try to keep you there. You should meet somewhere neutral. Like Breadstix." She thought for a second. "Why don't you have them come here? You'll have us to back you up. In case things get ugly."

"They wouldn't actually try and stop me…" she mumbled, unsure. Her dads were extremely overprotective anyway. "That's a wonderful idea Santana." She used her hand to push her hair behind her ear. She patted her pocket for her phone. "Wait… Shoot. I left my phone on the TARDIS, can I borrow somebody's?"

While the other three dug in their bags for their phones, Brittany looked at Rachel's wrist. She thought she had seen something there. A closer look confirmed it. "Rachel? What's on your wrist?"

"What's what?" Rachel looked at her wrist and bit back a cry. She had been using concealer to cover the mark on her wrist, but it must've smudged. "Oh, that? It's nothing." She put her arm down.

"It looked weird." Kurt grabbed her arm and flipped it over, using a wet napkin to wipe away the concealer. "What the... what is that?"

"It's nothing!" Rachel repeated forcefully, using her hand to cover her wrist. "Nothing."

"What's nothing?" Jack walked back over, giving Rachel a hesitant smile. "Nothing is ever nothing, you know. I would." He forced a quick chuckle out. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Martha make her way back to her own table.

Kurt got up. He was shorter than Jack, but the fury in his eyes was making up for that. "What is on her wrist? WHAT HAPPENED?" he hissed, furious.

"It was one of the planets. We didn't know." Jack stumbled back a bit. "It was stupid. But we got lucky and got her out in time."

"And what if you didn't?" The other boy's voice was low. "What if you didn't?"

"Kurt, please…" Rachel pleaded softly.

"No."

"Then I would've gotten her out. No matter the cost." Jack gave Kurt a hard look, taking Rachel's hand. "Come on, Rach, we have to go. The Doctor buzzed."

"Oh." Rachel pulled away for a second, throwing her arms around Kurt once more. "Be safe."

"You be safe." Kurt watched her rejoin Jack and leave, letting out a sad sigh.

Santana got up, putting her arm around the boy's shoulders. "She'll be alright."

-o-o-o-

"Jack, can we talk? You're upset."

"We'll talk when we get back to the TARDIS." Jack kept walking, the brunette falling behind. She huffed in irritation, jogging and stopping in front of him. He glared at her. She returned the look. "Rachel. Not now."

"Yes, now. Because I know you. You'll push it off and we'll never talk about it." Rachel had her hands on her hips, looking exactly like the old Rachel, the Rachel that pined after Finn. The Rachel with the Broadway dreams and the wishful fantasies. "We need to talk about this, Jack Harkness, and we need to talk about it NOW!"

Return of bitchy!Rachel. I've been waiting for that.

We'll see more of her. And her dads will come in next chapter.

DERP. There are three more verses in that nursery rhyme. MUST MEMORIZE SO I CAN SING IT AND CREEP EVERYBODY OUT. TICK TOCK.

Actually. Would you guys want to see that in here?

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