Bit of bad news, here. I'm on holiday next week and unless I can find an internet cafe in King's Lynn then this'll be the only chapter until at least next Saturday. Sorry, I'm camping and have no electric. This is gonna have to tide you over till next week. The song here is from a 'Scrubs' episode called 'My Overkill' and the song's also called 'Overkill' by Colin Hay. It's a great song! Anyway, I'm awarding great big TARDIS shaped biscuits to those who guessed who our mystery person was...read and review as always, please. Hope you enjoy!

Never Reunited

The dark silhouette approached them quietly, face obscured by the shadows. As he stepped closer he called out in a familiar American drawl, "Anyone in? Doctor? Rose?" Frozen in shock, the Doctor's eyes went wide as the man stepped into the liquid light of the TARDIS console. Jet black hair, blue eyes he knew too well but hadn't seen in so long. A man he thought he'd lost a long time ago to a better cause. Rose's head lifted up from the Doctor's chest and her gaze settled on the handsome man, face breaking into a sad smile.

"I knew you'd come." Tears rolled down her cheeks silently as he stared at her in amazement.

"Rose! What's going on?" The Doctor tightened his grip on her and a sonic blaster was produced from the man's leather trousers. "Let her go. I don't know who you are or what you've done with the Doctor but you let her go now or I'll shoot."

"You wouldn't do that to me, Captain Jack Harkness."

"What makes you so…." Jack gazed at the skinny, pale man covered in blood and tightened his grip on the blaster. "How the hell d'you know my name?"

The Doctor grinned maniacally at him. "What? You don't recognize me? Come on, where're the cheesy chat up lines and tacky innuendo? I spose you've got the smouldering good looks but you never could hide those." Rose giggled softly at Jack.

He lowered his blaster slowly, "Rose, who is this? Where's the Doctor?"

She switched her gaze to look at the Doctor, "You're looking at him. This is the Doctor."

"Hello!" The Doctor waved and Rose giggled again.

I can't get to sleep
I think about the implications of diving in too deep
and possibly the complications
Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know I'll be alright
Perhaps it's just imagination

Jack's jaw dropped wide open and he gaped at the couple on the floor. "Oh my God…why're you…I mean…how d'you look…?"

"So devilishly handsome?" The Doctor grinned.

Jack smiled toothily. "I was gonna say different but, yeah, that too."

"Regeneration." Rose offered simply.

If possible, Jack's eyes grew wider. "I thought that was a myth! Wow, I can't believe that it's you."

The Doctor laughed happily. "You better believe it. Me in all my fantastic glory!"

Jack took in a deep breath and sighed with relief. "So why are you here, kneeling on the floor covered in blood?" His eyes swept through with concern and confusion. Rose pushed away from the Doctor's grip and brought her knees up to her chest once more. Both were silent as Jack waited for an answer. "Rose?" Shaking her head, sharp tears slipped down her cheeks. "Doctor?"

The Doctor's eyes focused on Rose as he answered Jack's worried voice, "We need your help. Something happened…and we need your help. Rose…"

"No! Please, Doctor, I can't hear it, please, please don't make me…" She trailed off, staring at the floor intently.

"He needs to know, Rose, he has to know what we're up against."

"I can't listen to it, Doctor. It's just too soon, I can't." Sobs wracked her body and her knees fell from her chest. Jack dropped down in front of her and gathered her up against him. She clung onto him for dear life.

"Shhh, shhh, Rosie, it's okay, honey. You don't have to hear it. Shhh, shhh." Jack rocked her like the Doctor had done. Back and forth slowly, his eyes fixed on the Doctor, anger blazing in his eyes.

Alone between the sheets
only brings exasperation
It's time to walk the streets
Smell the desperation
At least there's pretty lights
and though there's little variation
It nullifies the night from overkill

Rose's sobs lessened but still Jack rocked her back and forth until she became very still, looking down at her closed eyes, he whispered to the Doctor, "She's asleep."

"Come on, let's get her into her bed." Jack scooped Rose into his arms and followed the Doctor down the corridor. Jack stared at the man in front of him. His shoulders slumped and his eyes were staring at the ground as he walked. Somehow, Jack knew that whatever had happened had shaken the Doctor to the very core of his being. The man was broken and guilt-ridden. Opening the door to her old room, Jack smiled as he saw that it was exactly as how he'd last seen it. Pink and silver, clothes strewn across the floor and half-used make-up on the cabinet top. The Doctor pulled back the covers on her bed and gently Jack laid her down on the soft mattress. So innocent normally, but now even her slumber was tinged with sadness and fear. Jack watched as the Doctor curved the covers over her body with trembling hands and brushed a lock of hair from her face. The Doctor's eyes locked onto Rose and he felt the guilt seeping through his skin. Jack watched as the Doctor linked his fingers through hers briefly before slipping out again. Jack followed as the Doctor left vacated Rose's room, leaving her alone and sleeping fitfully.

I can't get to sleep
I think about the implications
o diving in too deep
ad possibly the complications
Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know it'll be alright
It's just overkill

Closing her door softly, Jack walked quickly to catch up with him, anger tainting his voice. "What, you're just gonna leave her there!" He got no answer as the Doctor slid into the kitchen. "For God's sake, something bad has happened and you're ignoring me!" Again he got no answer as the Doctor sat down at the kitchen table, a blank look on his face. "How could you just abandon her like that! She needs you!"

"I'm the reason she's like this." He answered quietly.

"What the hell d'you mean! What happened!" All Jack got was silence. "For Rose's sake, would you just tell me!"

"I can't!" The Doctor shot out of his seat, palms flat on the cold marble table and eyes hammering guilt into Jack. "I can't go through that again, Jack. I let her down and I just…" He sat back down and stared as his hands turned around. Jack sucked in a breath as he saw the palms coated with valleys of dried blood.

"I have to know. I'm sorry but if you believe this is hard for you, think how damn hard this is for Rose. I have to know what's going on."

Silence was all Jack was greeted with at first but slowly the Doctor's head rose up to his view. "I'll tell you, Jack. But at the end, you're going to wish I hadn't. Or maybe wish that I was dead."

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Come back another day
Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Ghosts appear and fade away

A/N: If possible, will someone give me a bit of feedback on Jack, I've never written him before and was wondering how I've done. Thanks in advance!