A.N- Happy Tuesday everyone! Although we know that the events in this chapter didn't actually happen, lets pretend for the sake of the story. Oh! and a little fun fact about me, I am OCD with numbers, so if you ever see the reviews and they are on a odd number, PLEASE add to it because you don't understand how much it frustrates me. If it already is on an even number, then review twice, because if you like a story then why not let the author know. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter and the plot.

Scarlet opened her eyes, happy that she was still standing when she landed. The dirt on the ground immediately dirtied her boots. She looked around to see large pitched tents and trucks.

"Welcome to the Nuclear War of 2013." Jack said, taking in the wartime prep. He always enjoyed participating in wars, like WW1 and WW2 and a couple other wars in the future. He never fought in the Nuc1 because neither was Great Britain, just the United States and North Korea.

Scarlet remembered this time vaguely, having regenerated, but the Korean air brought back memories of her father. Her father had left to keep an eye on the country in late 2012, being stationed in South Korea, when the war broke out, he was already there, never getting to say goodbye.

"When the war broke out in early 2013, they had sent orders to draft anyone, and we are a part of that anyone." Jack handed her a black leather wallet that matched the vortex manipulator perfectly, in it held a piece of psychic paper. "Oh, and you might want this too." He handed her a dog tag with a chain.

"Just a dog tag?"

"No, in it holds a perception filter, it'll make everyone think you are a guy."

"Why would I need that?"

"This war one of the first wars where they separated male and female troops, I'm not letting you leave my sight." Jack smiled. She didn't know if he meant that so she wouldn't mess up any history, of so he could keep looking at her ass. She tucked her hair into her hat and placed the necklace on. She didn't feel any different but Jack let out another smile.

"You even look hot as a guy."

"Down boy, what do I even look like?'

"Just shorter hair, deeper voice, more masculine cheekbones, less waist, and.." He went behind her to take a peek, "No more ass." Scarlet has enough of him. She slapped him hard on the cheek.

"Stop talking about my butt!"

"What? It's really nice."

"You sound like the sexist pigs in my high school!" After that, Jack went quiet. He loved hitting on people, but he didn't want Scarlet to feel offended.

"Look, I'm sorry. Let's go sign in, the quicker we get situated, the sooner we find your dad." Although Scarlet was still a little mad, she followed with him, wishing she took Clara along instead of the immortal idiot.

Jack handled everything. He signed them in, got their papers together and brought them to their group. Jack seemed like a real professional at this.

"Okay, so your name is Samuel Harkness, my younger brother. You're 26 and you came along with me to the war."

"Great, I've always wanted to be a Harkness." Scarlet said with sarcasm.

"That's the spirit." He smiled.

"Hey Jack?" Scarlet asked as she unpacked some things Jack had packed for her onto her bunk.

"Yeah?"

"Have you been in a lot of wars, being really old and everything?" Jack looked around the room. They were the only two 'men' still unpacking their things, the rest of them out to get a meal. He turned back to her.

"I've been in the major ones, WW1 and WW2, some other small ones that happen in the future."

"So you know what you're doing here?"

"Yes," He put his hands on her shoulders. "I'll make sure you stay safe, don't worry." His blue eyes looked into hers. After a long day of getting situated and stopping Jack from flirting with well...everything, this was a really sweet way to end it.

"Now get to dinner and then to bed, tomorrow is rookie training, and those thin arms of yours are gonna need rest anytime they can get it."

Being in the army was rough, being immortal and everything. All the men were asleep, even Scarlet was, leaving Jack to stare at the bunk on top of him. He couldn't leave, so all he had to do was think.

The first thing that came to his mind was Scarlet. The little Time Lord treated him so well, being a fixed point in time. He wondered why she didn't know what he was, since she could sense that stuff, or maybe The Doctor just hadn't taught her how to yet.

He looked over to see her peacefully sleeping. It was great having someone like her around, although he still felt bad for the over excessive flirting. Jack felt like he could tell her anything, since she was like him, not from this world. He looked at his vortex manipulator, it read 2:00. Training started at 4, so maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to get a couple hours in. He rolled over and fell asleep.

Usually Scarlet woke up by herself, since she woke up so early, but this morning she was woken up from the blaring trumpet that crashed through her dreams. She got up quickly and dressed, trying to ignore the sausage fest that was going on around her. She went outside to see Jack who was already dressed and ready.

Slowly the rest of the men stumbled out of the tent, and standing in a line in from of a man, who Scarlet guessed was a higher rank because of his hat and some pins on his uniform. There were twelve men including Jack and Scarlet.

The higher ranked man looked at them through his dark sunglasses. He had tanned skin from the sun and dark brown hair slightly coming out of his hat. "Alright men! Today starts your training where we whip you into shape for the war. You scrawny maggots won't do for the battle, we need to build some muscles on those arms." The man shouted, he was loud, annoying and rude. Scarlet didn't like him already.

"Today we are going to start with some basic fitness training, and work to get you men ready for the war!" The man yelled again. He took off his sun glasses of to get a good look at his new recruits. He gave each of them a stare down, looking right into their souls as he did so. His job wasn't the best, dealing with the rookies, but somebody had to do it.

He got to the end of the line to see two men that had a little bit of promise to them. The first one stood strong and proud, while looking neat and tidy with their uniform. The other was taller and had meat on his arms. He had a face that looked like it had been through this all before. He stared at the smaller one.

"State your name soldier." The man looked at Scarlet, deciding not to yell this time. Without the scream in it, the voice sounded familiar.

"Samuel Harkness, sir." Scarlet answered confidently. The man stepped closer to her, looking deep into her eyes. His milky brown eyes was so familiar, but so foreign at the same time. She didn't remember them like this, giving people stares of death. But they were the same eyes, the eyes of Sargent Masters.