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Dean was wandering through the market, looking for the Doctor and Jack, when he saw something very, very strange.

Another human. "This day just gets weirder and weirder..."

The woman was tall and well-built, with short black hair. She wore dark clothes, and walked quietly, but she would still never blend in on this planet.

There was something totally not right, here.

Dean ran to catch up to her. "Hey, lady, excuse me!" She didn't respond, or even turn around. Instead she made a hard right turn, and walked straight out of the market. Dean groaned, but followed her out, anyway.

"Hold on- I know you're not from here. I know you're from Earth!" He called as they went farther and farther from the others.

He was right behind her when she spun around, suddenly. "I do not want to hurt you, but I will." She held out her hand, blocking him from going and closer. He noticed she sounded timid, scared even.

Dean held up his hands, showing her he meant no harm. "I don't want to hurt you either, lady. I just want to know how you got here."

"How did you get here?" She questioned, looking him up and down. "You're human too, I can tell. And no one on Earth can get here, yet."

"I got here via an old friend. A not-human one. But I asked you first."

The woman narrowed her eyes. "I was brought here, against my own free will." She explained, dropping her hand. She suddenly collapsed into Dean's arms, startling him. "I didn't want to come here. He made me! He kidnapped me, and used some sort of weird machine to bring us to this dreadful planet!"

Dean glanced down at the now crying woman, unsure of what to do or say. "Uh, it's okay. Hey, it's okay. I can get you back home, I can help you."

The woman's tears stopped, and she stood back up, wiping them away. "You can? Oh, thank you! I thought I was stuck here forever!"

Dean smiled, kindly. "What's your name?"

"Mara."

"Okay, Mara. My name is Dean. I just need a favor, okay? And then I'll bring you back to my friend, and he can take you home." Mara nodded. "Tell me about the guy who brought you here. Where is he now?"

She frowned. "I was just walking home from my work at the law office when he bumped into me. I dropped all my papers, and he apologized and picked them all up for me. He seemed so nice... But then he told me to come with him. He told me he had something he wanted to show me. I said no, cause I had to get home... but he wouldn't take no for an answer! So... so he just grabbed me! And next thing I know... I'm here." Mara once again grasped for Dean's jacket, as if she was going to have a panic attack. After a few moments of breathing, she calmed down and continued. "I supposed he was kinda tall, with dark hair. I think he was wearing a trench coat, or something. I don't remember what he said his name was... it was something like..."

"Jack?" Dean asked, tilting his head.

"Yes! That was it! How did you know that?"

Dean's muscles tensed. "Lady, you must be talkin' about the wrong guy. I know who you're talkin' about, but he couldn't have done that."

"What are you talking about? You know him? You know Jack Harkness?" Mara's eyes went wide. Dean nodded, and her face dropped. "Well, that's just my luck, isn't it? Out of all the people on the whole fucking planet you may have run into me, it had to be someone who knew that prick."

Dean stared at her. "Wait, what? I don't understand..."

Mara rolled her eyes. "You idiot. Jack Harkness didn't kidnap me! He's chasing me!" Before Dean could fully process what she was saying, Mara pulled out a gun from her jacket. "Tell me, Dean. Are you working with Jack? Did he send you to find me?"

"Wait, are you the murderer? You're killing all these Shedirians?"

"Well, duh. My god, how does that little brain of yours manage to control that huge body? You didn't answer me question."

Dean mentally checked all his weapons, noting the easiest one to grab would be the pistol in the back of his jeans. "No, I'm not working with Jack. I just know him, that's all, lady."

Mara pursed her lips together, not believing his lie. "Yeah, I don't think so. You're not as good as a liar as you think you are, boy. You're going to have to come with me."

Dean took a step back. "Why are you killing these people, huh? What did they ever do to you?" Dean hoped that the others would have noticed his absence by now. Maybe he could stall for a bit, like when he was captured by the Cybermen. Get her to talk for a while until back up arrived.

"It's not just murder, Dean. I get nothing from killing people." Mara replied, matter-of-factly. "I'm just a thief. And sometimes, people get in the way."

"Oh, I see. You're just a thief. What a saint."

"I'm not surprised you don't see it that way. I know Jack wouldn't. But think of it like this: how much do you think people back at home would pay for some of the stuff I find here? These Shedirians may not be advanced the same ways we are, but in some fields, their technology is down right amazing. Back home, people are gonna love this."

"Come on, Mara. You don't have to do this. Put the gun down, and we can figure it out." Dean knew he had to at least try to reason with her, but he didn't have much hope for that. He knew who she was. Not the kind of person who listens to logic and reason.

Mara just smirked. "Now, now, Dean. You really think I give up that easily? Do you know how hard it was to get a functioning teleporter to bring me here? I won't even bore you with the details on finding this thing, stealing it, and figuring out how it works. But I'm here now, baby, and I plan on staying until I have enough stuff to last me a lifetime."

"I figured you'd say that." Dean leapt forward, grasping for her gun. He managed to wrestle it out of her hand, and it fell to the ground beside them. Mara kicked her knee upward, hitting him straight in the jaw. He pushed her down with all his force, holding his jaw with one hand. "Ow! Bitch!"

"You deserved that one you dick!" From down on the ground, Mara started to kick at his legs and his knees. He tried to grab her legs, but she managed to dig one of her heels into the side of his knee, causing him to tumble down.

Dean pulled out his own gun, but before he even had time to point it in the right direction, he felt her hands on his face, forcing something between his lips. He tried to hit her or push her away, but she was on top of him now, and tussled the gun out of his hand. Dean had to give her credit- she was a lot stronger than she looked.

"Come on, swallow. I said swallow." She held her hand over his mouth, holding his nose. The other hand held the gun to his head. "I will pull this trigger. I think we've established that.

Dean felt the weird warm substance dissolve in his mouth. "It's something else I picked up here. It's like a sleeping pill. Knocks you right out. It helped me sleep after the first couple kills. Man, those were brutal."

Dean could help it as his vision began to fade, and Mara became harder and harder to see.

"Don't worry, buddy. I ain't gonna hurt you. Like I said, I'm not a murderer. Just hope whatever friend you were talking about doesn't try and get in my way. Cause damn, I can only have so much mercy in one day."