So now we have what happened to Billie!

Sorry but I probably won't update for a while. I really need to try to push through some chapters for The New Frontier and I have three other stories in my head just begging to be started. I kinda need to at least try on those for a while. I promise if it doesn't work out, I'll come straight back to this one.

Disclaimer: Don't sue, I don't own...

She had never met a man more charming and ridiculously flirty than Captain Jack Harkness, or Sparrow as she'd silently dubbed him. And yet she never really felt uncomfortable around him. Sure, at first she'd been embarrassed about her almost causing a scene by being her usual klutzy self, but he'd quickly put her at ease. Even when he was flirting with her, she hadn't felt very shy, just amused. It was more like he was trying to make her laugh than get her into bed.

And then he'd opened up and told her about his troubles and she felt her heart break for him. She had never really been in love, let alone lost that love to another person, so she couldn't really understand what it felt like, but the look in his eyes when he'd told her she was engaged to another men nearly made her weep.

Billie had been so caught up in someone else's pain that she almost completely forgot that she was supposed to meet back up with the Professor soon. She had purposely taken him to Josie, knowing the two would meld together seamlessly and hopefully lift his spirits a bit while she went to calm the most likely close-to-panic Time Lord.

Naturally, while making her way around the room, she was too focused on locating the Professor to pay attention to where she was walking, thus making her walk straight into someone's back.

"I am so sorry," she said quickly as the man turned to see what the disturbance was. She looked up to see the pale purple face of a humanoid with silvery almost hypnotic eyes.

He studied her a moment before smiling slightly, "That's quite alright, my dear. Accidents do happen."

"Yeah and they seem to be happening to me in spades today," she muttered under her breath.

"Pardon," he chuckled.

She shook her head, "Nothing. Just, I'm sorry I bumped into you. I was looking for someone and was distracted."

He nodded, "Ah, I see. Well as an apology, I demand only one thing from you." His tone was serious but his eyes twinkled a little in the light. Vaguely Billie could feel something pressing against her mental shields. It was too weak to get through so she ignored it focusing on the problem at hand.

She had learned from experience that some aliens had very weird customs, like holding hands was a sign that you were betrothed. Josie had smacked the Doctor so hard for that one, Billie almost thought his head spun around a couple times. So she was a little apprehensive to just agree to this without hearing what exactly this man wanted.

"And what is that?" she asked in as light a tone as she could muster.

He smiled, showing a row of yellow teeth. She hoped that was normal for his species and not just bad hygiene. "Tell me. What do you think of my home?" he asked making a sweeping motion toward the large ballroom.

Billie's eyes widened, "This is your home?"

He laughed, "Yes, of course."

"Sorry," she shook her head, "I just…I've never seen someplace this big be someone's home before."

He continued to smile at her. The presence in her mind pushed at her shields again and this time she pushed back, trying to focus on her host.

"You like it then?" he asked.

"It's very beautiful. I can't imagine what it's like living here."

"I manage. The library is my true refuge here."

She perked up immediately. She couldn't help it. Just mentioning a library in her presence was like dangling catnip in front of a sleeping tom. "A library?"

His smile widened, "You are fan of the written word as well?"

"Very much," she said enthusiastically. "Oh, if your ballroom looks like this, I can only imagine what your library looks like."

"It is quite extraordinary," he nodded, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "Would you like to see it?"

Billie chewed on her lip. Of course she wanted to see it. The question was, should she go? It was dangerous to just follow some random alien alone while the only people who could protect you were in the middle of a rather loud party and weren't likely to hear you scream. But the man seemed honest enough, friendly and open. She glanced back at the party, suddenly wishing she hadn't left Captain Jack with Josie. His presence with her would at least make her feel safer.

She felt something pushing at her mind again, more forcefully this time, and she pushed back with all her might, sending the presence flying away. Decided she shook her head, ready to turn back to the revelers when a firm hand gripped her wrist and another slammed a cloth over her mouth and nose. She inhaled a bitter chemical and tried to pry the hand off.

"Shh," the host's voice whispered in her ear. His hand on her wrist went round her waist, holding her against his chest and preventing her from being able to fight back at full capacity. "It's alright, love. Just calm down. Deep breaths."

She continued to struggle, despite the slight haze to her vision. The presence was back, pushing at her mind. Luckily since being back in the TARDIS Billie had been able to practice strengthening her shields, and the ship was always in the back of her mind, helping her, so the consciousness merely prodded at her, searching for a weak point that didn't exist.

The man was dragging her away from the crowd, which didn't seem to notice them at all. In fact they seemed to be steadfastly looking away like they couldn't look into the dark corner of the room where a woman was being abducted. Several things clicked into place in Billie's mind.

"Come along now, darling," the man whispered. "Just sleep. Everything will be alright. I'll be here when you wake."

Oh, that's comforting, Billie thought bitterly as her vision swam and her mind grew foggy. She couldn't call out for help telepathically without letting the presence slip into her mind. She couldn't call out physically because of the bruising force the hand used to keep the chemical soaked rag to her mouth. The man had too strong a hold on her body for her to fight back, especially with her slowly losing the battle to stay awake. Her final assessment: she was royally fucked.

There was a soft velvety cushion under her cheek and a light weight covering her body. Whatever she was lying on was very comfortable, soft enough to sink into but firm enough to support her. Shifting to get more comfortable, Billie wondered where she was on the TARDIS. Her bed didn't feel like this, and neither did the jump seat in the console room. She'd fallen asleep on pretty much every piece of furniture in the whole library and knew for a fact she wasn't there.

Suddenly, at the thought of the library, the entire evening flooded back to her, ending with her kidnapping. Gasping she jerked up into a sitting position, dislodging the soft blanket someone had placed on her. She was sitting in a large rectangular room with multiple stories filled with bookshelves. It was so large she couldn't even see the three walls she wasn't near. An obnoxiously ornate fireplace stood nearby with a fire cracking merrily, warming the room. Or at least this area. She doubted the heat could reach much further than the settee she had been placed on.

"Well as far as prisons go, I've been in worse," she sighed to herself.

"I'm sorry to hear that," a male voice called from behind her.

Startled, Billie shot off the sofa, nearly tripping over the blanket and spun to see the man who'd taken her standing calmly with his hands clasped in front of him.

"Don't sneak up on me like that!" she demanded. He would probably ignore it considering what he'd just done, but it was an automatic reaction for her when someone scared her like that. One the Professor and Doctor discovered multiple times a day, though they normally got a smack to go with it. As it was, Billie didn't want to go anywhere near the man in front of her, let alone close enough to smack him.

"I apologize," he said sincerely. "I didn't mean to frighten you."

"You…you didn't…" she stuttered. Was this man for real? "You didn't mean to frighten me? You kidnapped me!"

He shook his head, staring at her curiously, "I didn't kidnap you. I was simply trying to weaken the shields someone has placed in your mind so that we could perform the bond."

"No one has put shields in my mind except myself since I was nine-years-old," she growled then froze, something he said finally sliding home.

His eyes widened, "You are telepathic? Oh, but this is fantastic news! I was afraid someone was invading your mind. But now we can perform the bond without any delay."

"Bond?" she asked, her voice raising an octave. "What bond? What the hell are you talking about?"

"We are to be bond-mates," he explained with a small amount of confusion. "You have already agreed."

"Putting aside the fact that I have no idea what the hell a bond-mate is, I never agreed to anything!"

"Oh but you did," he said passionately. "I told you I demanded one thing as your apology. You said you liked my home, couldn't imagine being able to live here. You wanted to see the library so much you were practically vibrating with excitement. And rightly so. Isn't it marvelous?" He turned to take in the whole room and she took a few steps back, putting more space between them.

"You're twisting my words around!" her voice was shaky. She really, really hoped the Professor noticed her absence soon and came looking for her. "I never meant anything like this."

He turned back to her, growing very serious, "But it is what it means to my people. You have entered a contract with me, and breaking that contract is punishable by death."

Tears blurred her vision as she sank to the ground, a sob catching in her throat. She had no choice. Her only hope now was that her two crazy Time Lords found her in time to stop all this. Please let the Professor be close.