Disclaimer: Amy has threatened to kill herself if you don't give me the Doctor. You wouldn't want to be responsible for her death, would you?
Author's Note: The present Doctor will be referred to as the Doctor, while the one from the future will be FD.
Chapter 11- Life and Death
Amy's phone rang again and she quickly answered it. "Hello?"
"Amy? Let me talk to the Doctor."
"Rose!" The Doctor's head snapped around to focus on Amy.
Rory's and Jenny's eyes widened with relief, while Pete choked back tears of joy. The Doctor felt hope and joy surge through him.
"Are you alright? All of you?" Amy asked.
"We're fine, Amy, all of us.. Now let me talk to the Doctor. It's very important."
Amy handed the phone to the Doctor, which he promptly snatched up. "Rose?"
"Hello, Doctor."
"Thanks goodness, you're alright. What happened?"
"It was River and the Master. They somehow teleported themselves onto TARDIS."
"But what happened after that? Are they still there? Rose, how did you get out of their clutches?"
"They're...locked up in one of the rooms. It's rather difficult to explain. Now, are you still in the desert?"
"Yes, but we..."
"Good. We have a plan to get you out and to meet up with you all. Just stay put."
"Rose, what.."
"Gotta go. I love you!"
"I love you too, but what on earth..."
"Can't explain now. See you soon! Bye!"
"Rose...Rose?" the Doctor sighed with frustration. "She hung up on me!"
"So, what is exactly is this plan for getting them back?" asked Jackie as her daughter finished speaking with the Doctor. FD and Rose shared a secret smile.
"Make the second call." he told her, while he concentrated on fly the TARDIS. She nodded and dialed the number.
"Freeze!" Captain Jack Harkness had absolutely no intention of doing so and kept on running. He flinched as a bullet whizzed past his left ear. That was close!
He knew it that he could just end this chase right here and now and let the police shoot him and kill him. Then they would think he was dead, and he could go free. But dying and then coming back to life is a very painful process and one that Jack had plenty of experience with. He hated going through it and would rather prolong the inevitable. But if he got caught, it would be a long stint in jail followed by death by lethal injection. Jack weighed the two options. A quick and hopefully painless shot to the head vs. a very slow and very pain death by poison? Shot, it is.
He slowed down and started limping, trying to make the police think that he had injured himself, but was still on the run. And all this for a crime I didn't commit.
He continued to move forward and then he felt it a bullet to, not his head, but to the heart. He fell to the ground and groaned, blood rushing from both the wound and his mouth. He closed his eyes knowing that the pain would soon be over and that he would wake up, alive and unhurt. Several agonizing minutes pasted, as his senses slowly faded. Then everything went black and he knew no more.
The first sensation Jack felt on returning to life was that of his cell vibrating, and he was suddenly glad he hadn't left it in ring mode. He didn't want the police answering his phone. Then he felt that he was being lifted. Then he was set down. Slam! He realized that he had been put in the trunk of the polices' car.
He groaned. Now how was he to get out of here. His phone continued to vibrate, and he slowly drew it out of his pocket. He looked at the screen to see who was calling. He sighed and then flipped it open.
"Donna?" he whispered.
"Rose, actually. Listen, we need your help."
"That's good to know, but right now I could use some help myself."
"Why are you whispering?"
"Because right now I am in the trunk of a police car...and they think I'm dead. I don't want them to discover how wrong they are."
"Police?" he heard the concern in her voice. "Jack, what happened?"
"I hardly know. All I do know is that five people were murdered and I was framed for it. Now, can you guys help me out or not?"
"As a matter of fact, the help I called to ask of you requires that you be somewhere else. So, yes, we can...if you want to help us that is."
"Sounds good to me whatever it is. Now, what do I do?"
"Do you have your vortex manipulator with you?"
"Of course."
"Good. We need you to use it."
"Rose, it's broken, remember? The Doctor made sure of that with his sonic screw driver. If it were working I wouldn't be in this mess in the first place."
There was a pause on the other end, and Jack could distinctly hear Rose whispering with someone else.
"If we tell you how to fix it, will you help us out?"
"Anything for old friends."
"Good. Now, there is too much explain and too little time to explain it, but we will later, I promise, but for right now, I need you to listen carefully and do exactly what I tell you to, got it?"
"Got it."
"Okay, the Doctor, Amy, Rory, my dad, and a girl named Jenny are all trapped on a desert planet. Donna, my mum, a...um..a friend, and I are stuck in the TARDIS, which is suspended in the vortex and won't land anywhere."
"So what do you need me to do?"
"We need you to teleport to the desert planet, find the others, and teleport them back to Cardiff. Think you can do that?"
"Once you tell me how to fix my vortex manipulator and give me the coordinates I need, yes."
"Alright. Just enter the following numbers... 749...832...115...Got it?"
"Got it!" He smiled as the manipulator whirled back to life. "It's working!"
"Oh, and when you've gotten them back to Cardiff, call."
"I will. Now the coordinates?"
"Um...676895, those are the coordinates for the planet. 442234, that's for Cardiff. Good luck."
"Thanks!" Jack pressed the right numbers, and as he vanished, he chuckled when he imagine the looks of the policmen's faces when they saw the empty trunk.
"Did she say what the plan is?" asked Rory. The Doctor shook his head. "I didn't think so."
"Well, whatever it is," said Amy, "I hope they do it fast. It's hot out, I'm hungry and thirsty, and I'm sure you all are too."
"Maybe we should-" Jenny began, but stopped. They all heard it. A strange noise. They turned in the direction they thought it was coming from, but they couldn't see anything. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Captain Jack Harkness appeared.
"Whoa!" he cringed. "I forgot how painful that can be!" Then he saw the others starting at him. "Doctor! Long time no see!"
"Jack!" The Doctor smiled, but then it turned into a look of confusion. "How did you get here?" Jack pointed to the vortex manipulator on his wrist. "I thought I made it so you couldn't use that! And I told you..."
"I know, I know! But Rose called."
"Rose?"
"Yeah, she told me how to fix this and then gave me the coordinates to get here so that I could get you guys and take you back to Cardiff."
"Cardiff? Why Cardiff?"
"I don't know. That's just what she told me. She promised to explain everything later."
"Who exactly is this? And how did he get here?" asked Rory, looking puzzled.
"This is a Captain Jack Harkness, a friend. He got here using a vortex manipulator."
"And what does that do?" asked Rory. The Doctor rolled his eyes.
"Exactly what its name suggests." said Jack, looking at Rory in such a way that it was obvious he thought him an idiot. "It manipulates the vortex, allowing its wearer to travel through time and space."
"Like the TARDIS." said Amy.
"Sort of. Except it isn't as gentle. One can get time travel sickness from the manipulator, which you don't get with the TARDIS."
"But how is it to take us all back?" asked Rory.
Jack held out his wrist. "Everyone place a hand on the manipulator." They all did and then they found themselves, feeling shaky and sick starting at a tall building.
"Cardiff." said Jack. "Home, sweet, home."
Author's Note: Boy, it sure is get crowded with characters isn't it? Well, anyway, review!