The conversation continued to flow freely after that, each of us sharing stories, some funny and some more serious. The air never got quite as heavy as it had when the Doctor entered but by the time I'd finished cleaning up the dishes, we'd covered just about everyone's life in the time frame of Jack meeting the Doctor forward. For Harley and I, it was a bit longer, reaching back into our childhoods of this life and then randomly scattered through time and space like the Doctors. We mainly stayed on this regeneration for him though as the others seemed to make a tense feeling fill the room. Once Jack had put the last dish away and I'd dried my hands on the rag Martha had been using the conversation seemed to slow to halt. Jack had made another martini for myself and him and this time Martha went ahead and accepted his offer to make her one. I was just looking around at our odd little group when it occured to me, Harley was wearing her batman shirt. In fact, everyone had changed since the surgery. Even the Doctor wore a slightly different suit.

"I need to change." I didn't realize I'd spoken the thought out loud until four confused sets of eyes turned to me and I shifted.

"Where did that come from?" Harley was the one to ask the question and I shrugged telling her at least that I hadn't meant to speak aloud.

"You're all changed. I've been in the same outfit for four days now, give or take. Sure I was unconcious but still. I feel kind like I should change." At my explanation the confusion cleared up.

"Does this mean another dance number in the wardrobe room?" Jack couldn't seem to decide if he was dreading or hoping for an affirmative answer when he asked.

"Could be." I shrugged again.

"I deffinitely would like some music while I look around. That does to tend to at least lead to singing."

"As long as I don't have to dance again, I'll come along." Martha moved over to the door where I'd gone and we both turned back to the room. "Anyone else? Poking around in there could kill at least a few hours." I was talking to Harley who was already heading towards me but at my comment the other two moved to follow us as well. Since I didn't know where I was going at this point, as I'd been asleep or led to the room before now, I let the Doctor slide up the corridor to take the lead. Upon entering the TARDIS already had a comfortable volume of music playing throughout the room. It was something from Earth, I knew that much and I vaguely recognized it but I wasn't paying close enough attention to it as Harley and I meandered through the racks closest to us. The Doctor took up a poosition on a bench beside a full length mirror with Martha browsing through a rack next to ours and Jack seemingly playing with various hats.

"Hey, Har, look at this! I have these boots!" I had to shout just a little for her to hear me as I'd wandered to the other side of the room from her. Her head popped around the side of her rack and I held up a pair of thick clunky combat boots. She grinned and then held up a black leather jacket.

"Look what I found." She waved the jacket around a bit and I saw the Doctor tense up just a bit from my place closer to the bench.

"Black leather and combat boots? Did you used to be a bad ass Doctor?" I asked with a grin and he spun on me an offended look covering his face.

"What do you mean used to?" He questioned making Harley and I laugh as we went back to browsing.

"He was all cranky leather and big ears when I met him. Didn't I say that?" Jack asked trying on a cowboy hat.

"I was not cranky." The Doctor's offended look spun to Jack who just raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Well, I wasn't always cranky."

"He was much more intimidating then." Jack went back to talking like the man of discussion wasn't sitting right there. The look on the Doctors face changed and Martha backed away slowly.

"Oh, he's giving you the Oncoming Storm look. I think you made him mad." She said pretending to be scared even as she grinned. Harley and I both jumped to get a clear look at his face and then Harley grinned and I shivered.

"Look at those eyes. Those are sexy eyes. All angry and 'I'll destroy you without even breaking a sweat'. I have eyes like that." I turned to look at Harley who also turned and nodded.

"Of course, mine tend to have more actual bloodshed in them."

"Yeah, his just kind of have a lot of fire and explosions. Quick deaths. Ours tend to be a bit slower." She mused before crossing to a different set of hangers. I shrugged, made a 'hm' noise and went in the opposite direction of her.

"I don't think I've ever seen a confused Oncoming Storm." Jack said with a low chuckle coming to stand at my side and flip through different pastel button-ups.

"We have that effect on scary things." I shrugged again.

"It happens when you're used to being the scariest things in the room."

"You think you're scarier than him?" Martha asked joining us on my other side a long flowy skirt in her hands.

"I've destroyed entire worlds." The Doctor finally got off the bench and walked over to a shelf somewhere between Harley and I. "You said it yourself, it's one of my names."

"We've destroyed Universes. As in plural." Harley shot back with a grin.

"How do you destroy a universe?" Jack asked.

"Simple, you don't save it from yourself." I answered and he nodded like that made sense and the Doctor did too.

"Jack!" Harley shouted excitedly making both Jack and I spin to look at her shocked expressions our faces. My face broke into a grin when I saw her at the hat shelves with a green Robin Hood hat in her hands.

"We're men." I started singing and she joined in when I continued the 'Men In Tights' song from Mel Brooks' movie.

"Men in tights. We roam around the forest looking for fights."

"We're men. Manly men." Jack jumped in to our surprise with a full blown gay man 'Yes!' direct from the movie and neither of us could continue through our laughing. And then it got worse when the Doctor joined the show beside Jack.

"We may look like pansies, but don't take us wrong or else we'll put out your lights. We're men." They both continued singing and mimicking the dance moves to the point even Martha was rolling on the grating of the oversized closet.

"Men in tights, we're butch!" They finished and I literally couldn't see and it hurt I was laughing so hard. I was pretty sure Harley was going to pass out her face was so red from air deprivation.

"I love Mel Brooks." The Doctor exclaimed when they'd finished their dance number straightening up and grinning like a madman.

"Brilliant bloke, really." It took a few more minutes for us to calm down again and regain our feet and then Harley couldn't look away from the hat.

"I'll never look at one of these without seeing that again."

"I know right?" I couldn't help the chuckle that left me as she put it away and then covered it with a floppy sun hat to hide it from sight.

"So you finding anything you want to wear?" Jack asked after a few more minutes of quiet browsing.

"Lots of stuff. I just don't think any of it's day wear. More like dress up, let's have a costume party wear." I said holding up a ball gown and matching mask as an example.

"We could, you know, have a costume party. It's not like there's anything better to do." The Doctor commented after a moment when I put the dress back.

"If we're doing that, I want to see this bad ass Doctor." Martha said finding the leather jacket again and bringing it over to him.

"Oo, yeah. Let's see that." Harley hopped over to him and grabbed another pair of combat boots that were similar to the other ones but not the ones I'd grabbed and threw them at his feet while she bounced away to find more to dress him in.

"But it's so big. I'm much smaller in this body." The Doctor whined slightly taking the jacket anyway.

"Just do as we say. It ends better for you in the long run." I warned bringing a pair of dark faded jeans over to him.

"But..." He tried and then Harley was back with a hand over his mouth and a dark green shirt in her hand.

"No buts or I'll strip you down here and yours will be out for Jack to ogle," she threatened. His eyes got wide, shot to me where I shrugged in a 'told you' manner and then he took the shirt. Jack let out a disappointed sigh and slouched down onto the bench the Doctor had been on while said man made his way to a little curtained off dressing area the TARDIS had installed since our last visit.

"Nine hundred year old time lord and being bossed around by two humans in their twenties." He grumbled under his breath while he changed.

"Two demons who are eons older than you thank you very much." Harley corrected.

"Now stop your whining or the next one will be worse. We might just have to see how you're legs look in heels and a skirt. We already know Jack can pull it off." Silence greeted this newest threat as those outside of the curtain struggled not to make their chuckles heard. Finally, the curtain was pushed aside and the Doctor emerged in the clothes his previous regeneration had been partial too. He'd been right, the coat was far too big for him. The rest of it though, we'd tried to find closer to his size and we seemed to have succeeded. Jack whistled and Martha pretended to fan herself with a dropped jaw. The Doctor looked down at himself and then crossed to the mirror. His confused look just got bigger at what he saw. Harley and I tilted our heads together and just stared at the Doctor's back admiringly.

"Very nice." I commented and Jack fell off the bench to get a look for himself making the Doctor spin around and turn that confused look on us. We straightened up quickly, struggling for blank faces as we nodded at the look.

"Very rock star. Mess up the hair a little more, add some eye liner. You could be very bad ass."

"With eye liner?" He sounded like he didn't believe make-up would make him look more intimidating and I grinned.

"You can take my word for it or we can prove it." I offered and he shook his head rapidly like he had when I asked if we would be left at Torchwood.

"I'll take your word for it." He promised. I nodded with an added 'Good call'; before turning to Jack. Harley shifted with me, Martha joined us and we all crossed our arms and gave him a calculating look.

"I don't think I like that look." He stood up so he was beside the Doctor like the leathered man could protect him.

"Usually, three beautiful women paying that close attention to me would be a dream come true but something about that look..."

"Well, don't think I'll save you." The Doctor shifted away from the man quickly.

"I don't want to know what they'll do in retaliation if I help you."

"He really is a genius isn't he?" Harley asked looking at Martha who nodded, grinning widely.

"Don't know why he thinks we're done with him though, just cause we're focusing on Jack." I commented my eyes never leaving the Captain.

"What?" The Doctor's voice squeaked out.

"It is a conundrum." Harley agreed.

"What?" A little higher squeal.

"We could do a couple outfit!" I finally turned to look at the other two who both had Cheshire Cat grins on their faces.

"What?" This time the tone was lower, filled with disbelief and echoed by Jack's voice before we all broke into laughter.

"Ha ha, very funny."

"Who said it was a joke? Sure it was funny, but I was being serious." I told them wiping the beginning of their grins off their faces.

"But we'll save that for later. Let's focus on us for a bit." The next four hours was spent playing dress up in the TARDIS wardrobe room. We kept getting distracted by funny or gorgeous outfit ideas that led to each of us having our very own fashion shows, catwalk included once we found it on one of the upper floors. Finally, everyone changed back into their normal clothes and I found an outfit reminiscent of the Doctor's last incarnation, jacket and boots included. When I came out from the cubicle and the rest were waiting for me, I got a bunch of raised eyebrows and a scolding look from the Doctor.

"Now you're just mocking me." He grumbled at me and I grinned.

"No, mocking you would be if I suddenly started talking with an accent." My voice slid seamlessly to an English accent as I spoke making Martha and Harley choke back a laugh.

"He sounded like he was from the north actually." Jack advised and I nodded.

"How's this? Better?" I asked changing my accent again and Jack nodded grinning broadley.

"Ok, that's enough of that." The Doctor sounded like he was actually losing his patience with me so I let the accent drop and spoke in my normal voice.

"Sorry. I wasn't actually mocking you. This is just comfortable for me." I tried explaining. When he still looked like he didn't believe me I turned to Harley for help.

"Actually, it kind of looks like your bum clothes. You know somewhere between dressing up and running around in pj's." She commented for me tilting her head just a bit like she wasn't trying to save my ass and was just considering my outfit.

"That's bum?" Martha asked astonished.

"You look like you're ready to get into a fight with a bunch of bikers."

"Like I said, bum." Harley grinned at the woman's confused look.

"Violent American," the Doctor clued her in repeating his words when he'd broken into my apartment. Martha 'ah'd' and nodded like that explained everything. In a way, it did, so I didn't argue it.

"Well, my drink ran dry a while ago and I need a refill so I suggest we migrate back to the kitchen." I moved to head that way and heard the muttered agreements from everyone but the Doctor. I'd made sure to remember the way as we'd headed to the wardrobe room so I could repeat it to get back to the kitchen. When I made the second turn and didn't see the landmarks I'd mentally mapped, I got confused and stopped.

"She's moved it again. It's down this way," the Doctor explained for me when I he saw my lost expression and took the lead again.

"How do you ever find anything?" I asked as I followed almost beside him.

"She leads me to where I want to go. I just tend to wander until I'm where I'm meant to be." He explained and I nodded.

"And how do people who aren't telepathically connected to your ship with a nine hundred year old bond find anything?" I questioned and he grinned over at me telling me it involved a lot of wandering, his presence or they didn't all in one expression. I nodded again and looked back ahead of us. This time when we reached the kitchen, I recognized the entrance but the inside was completely different. It looked more like what hollywood would describe as a pub with dark cherry woods and green lamps hanging above a bar. I could see a stove behind the bar and a small fridge but it was predominately cabinets of munchy food and bottles of various liquors from across the universe. I heard the Doctor groan beside me and shake his head as we stepped into the room.

"Of course she'd encourage you," he grumbled some more taking a seat on the corner stool.

"She seems to be doing that a lot with you two. Making rooms just for you, encouraging you, making sure you're comfortable. I don't think she's ever taken to someone quite so quickly before. Even I had some trouble with her at first, but then I did steal her. And then there's you two. She didn't need any time to warm up to you."

"Maybe she's trying to tell you something." I mumbled as I slid behind the bar to get a closer look at the bottles trying to find anything I recognized.

"Maybe." He was looking between Harley and I like we were some kind of puzzle he was having a really hard time figuring out. We tried to ignore him while I fixed up some drinks making sure to put less of the whiskey I'd found in Harley's cup so she wouldn't get drunk very quickly. I'd figured out how to proportion her drinks through a lot of trial and error, hangovers, and pairs of shoes that should never be worn again for what they went through. The benefit of it being, we could actually drink together now without her having to quit long before me.

"Maybe it has something to do with your demons. How are we supposed to go about making you safe anyhow?"

"I dunno." Harley sipped at her drink and finally started paying attention to the Doctor again.

"You're the genius. We're just demons."

"But you've never had it manifest like that before?" He questioned that complicated equations tone to his voice again.

"Not like that no. We've had our eyes flash, power bursts, freaky possession type scenarios but never something that..." I tried to find the word and came up short.

"Intense? Definitive?" Harley supplied and I nodded.

"Reggie might know. She's come the closest to having a full on manifestation before this." I was talking to Harley now as we both considered.

"Who's Reggie?" Jack asked moving to lean one side on the bar beside me with his own glass of what looked like sotch in his hand, resting on the wood.

"Our friend. She's like us. I met her in high school too. She's been my best friend since freshman year." I told him turning my head to look at him but keeping the rest of me leaning forwards on the bar before Harley.

"I thought Harley was your best friend." Martha sat between the Doctor and Harley her martini from earlier still in front of her, close to empty.

"Harley is my sister. Reggie's been family on and off depending on distance and time between us but she's always been my friend. She's there to listen when I need her or get drunk with or hide a body with. She's the one when you get arrested, she's sitting next to you going 'damn that was fun' while we wait for someone to pay our bail." I smiled wider and wider as I spoke of our friend and I saw Harley doing the same.

"You have very odd friends. And dangerous by the sounds of it." She commented finishing off her drink. Jack stood and stepped around me to refill her glass.

"You're one to talk. At least they're just waiting on bail and stashing bodies. You're friends are an immortal time agent, a time lord and a dead guy," he shot in our defense and she got an offended look.

"There's Mickey. Mickey's my friend. He's not Torchwood or the Doctor or UNIT. At least not yet. He's still training." Her face got more contemplative as she thought further on it.

"Oh my God. I don't have a single 'safe' friend."

"And now you can add two demons to the mix." Harley pat her shoulder encouragingly and Martha just gave us surprised eyes before she focused in on me and asked, "Really?"

"Yeah. Don't see why not. I'd be glad to call the one word humanity saving champ my friend." I smiled at her and she seemed to understand that me and friends was a hard thing to achieve because she smiled sweetly at me and nodded.

"What am I? Chopped liver? Don't I get to be a friend?" Jack asked a hurt tone as he placed a hand on his chest.

"You wanna be chopped liver? I think we could probably do that." I said sliding my eyes to him without moving anything else. His hurt look actually grew into a serious one and then he spoke.

"You would really chop up a face this pretty?" He asked.

"I didn't say anything about chopping up the Doctor." I shot back and his jaw dropped while the rest of them laughed. I grinned to let him know I was joking and then stood up straight to fully face him.

"Nah, I consider anyone who can see my demon come out and doesn't run screaming to be a friend."

"Well, technically, we did run screaming but only because talking normally is really hard mid-sprint." The Doctor grinned as he said it and I couldn't help grinning back.

"Does it count if we ran screaming too?" Harley asked confused.

"Of course it does. We can't be friends with ourselves anymore because we're a bunch of sissies." I told her and she got a look like I'd just kicked her puppy.

"All these centuries I stuck by you and now we can't be friends because we ran from ourselves? That hardly seems fair." She pouted and I chuckled.

"What if we just say anyone who runs terrified away from our demons isn't a friend?" I asked and she brightened.

"Sounds good." She had a slightly child like tone as she turned to the other three.

"Okay, we can be friends now."

"Glad to hear it." Jack answered swinging an arm around my shoulders and tugging me into his side. I tensed instantly but he held on until I realized I wasn't in any danger and if I wanted to be friends with him I was going to have to get used to a hands on relationship, at least with him. When I relaxed he glanced down at me with a proud grin before looking back to the others.

"But that still doesn't answer my question." The Doctor got a bunch of blank looks as we tried to remember what his question had been. He rolled his eyes and tried again.

"How could Reggie help us figure out how to make you safe?"

"Oh, that. She's come the closest to a full blown manifestation before now." I scrunched up my forehead and looked up at Jack.

"I did say that already didn't I?"

"Yeah." He nodded giving the Doctor a 'where were you' face.

"But how does that help? Does she know how to control it?" He questioned like we were the thick ones.

"No, but she might have some pointers on where to start." I answered in the same tone. He seemed to think about it for a minute.

"What else can we do? It's not like there's an owner's manual for these things." Harley pointed out and that finally made him sigh and nod.

"Don't worry. It won't be that bad. Reggie's actually kind of mellow most of the time compared to us."

"A cracked out chihuahua is more mellow than you two." Martha pointed out and it was our turn for the offended looks and then mine turned contemplative.

"She's right." I sounded like the news shocked me as my eyes went to the bar and then up to meet Harley's.

"I'm manic."

"And this is news?" Jack asked pulling away a little.

"Yeah, actually. Before the Doctor showed up in the apartment I had a hard time feeling just about anything I'd gone so numb. I haven't been numb since that first afternoon. First time in half a year I haven't been as good as dead." I was mumbling more to myself by the end of my explanation, my eyes not focused on anything as I thought through the past five to six days.

"That's a good thing dear. Embrace it." Harley reminded me and I snapped back into reality with a shake of my head.

"Right. Sorry." I apologized and got some sympathetic smiles and a slight squeeze from Jack.

"So, now what? We still have a good thirteen hours before Owen wakes up." Martha asked cheking her watch after a minute of group silence.

"Who said we had to stay here the entire time he slept? We could go grab Reggie and come back here." I suggested grinning again.

"Wouldn't be the first time I've kidnapped her."

"When was that?" Harley asked and I remembered it was before I'd met her.

"Just after high school. I had this whole cover story set up. She'd said she wanted an out from this party she'd been forced to so I made up some emergency where I was in big trouble and really needed her help. We wound up behind a Walmart with a group of our friends jumping out at her. Someone pulled a pillowcase over her head so she wouldn't see us and then another held her hands behind her back and used a zip tie to bind her. The whole time I'm shouting for her and making struggle noises until someone messed it up by breaking into giggles and she caught on." I told the story and fought not to laugh at the astonished looks on everyone but Harley's face.

"You staged a kidnapping?" Jack asked his arm finally dropping from my shoulders in shock.

"Yup. Would've worked too if that one idiot boyfriend hadn't screwed it up. He wasn't even supposed to be there but Brit insisted since she was screwing him." I grumbled crossing my arms as it was my turn to pout. After another minute of Harley grinning, me pouting and the others getting over their shock, Jack threw both his arms around me.

"Marry me." He said into my hair and I could hear the laughter in his voice. Martha joined in the chuckles with the Doctors and I let my pout drop.

"As fun as that sounds, I think having someone new on board when Owen wakes up would be a bad idea." The Doctor managed to stay stony faced as we tried everything to get him to change his mind. Now that I'd brought it up, they all wanted to try and kidnap Reggie. He stayed firm though and we finally settled on watching movies in his theatre room which had access to every movie ever made.