DISCLAIMER: I own naught of Doctor Who or Torchwood. I only wish I did.

(Again, Italics mean dreams/thoughts. Bold means telepathy/dragon talk)

Ch.2

"Okay, then," I said, cautiously attempting to stand again. This time, Draconus didn't stop me. "That's enough of that for a while. I think it's about time I found out where I am. Where am I?"

I dunno. You should ask someone. Draconus said, wiggling happily.

I thought I just had, I didn't say, rolling my eyes and massaging my sore shoulders. I froze, frowning at what I felt beneath my shirt. Was I always that muscular? I glanced down at my chest my frown deepened. Something was missing… I slowly inched up my shirt and was astonished to see the smooth, tan, swimmer's build of a man. What the hell?

Oh, I forgot to tell you. I sort of involuntarily turned you into the person you always wanted to be when I became your dragon. Sorry. Draconus explained calmly, noting my shell-shocked state.

"Uh huh," I managed, right before the lights went out.

I stood in the darkness and watched the scenes that unfolded before me. Scenes of utter contentment and deepest heartache. I saw the future as it could be, and as it should be. And I saw what I had to do in order to save those I'd yet to meet, and those I'd yet to love.

And I cried.

I woke once more to see Draconus hovering over me and sighed. It wasn't a dream after all.

Of course not. And don't start with the whole crazy spiel again, please. It's really annoying. And besides I think that guy over there wants to talk to you, he said, relieved.

"What guy?" I muttered, sitting up slowly and glancing towards the end of the alley that Draconus had indicated. Captain Jack Harkness was crouched there with his gun aimed directly at my chest and a very bad look in his eyes. "Oh. That guy."

"Who the hell are you, and why are you dressed like that?" Captain Jack demanded, noting my return to consciousness.

"Dressed like what?" I asked, checking myself. I saw nothing wrong with my Iron Man t-shirt and blue jeans.

"Don't play dumb. And don't avoid the question," he ordered, annoyance apparent on his handsome features.

"I wasn't playing. And who says I'm avoiding the question? I merely asked for clarification. Is that so wrong?" I asked, arching an eyebrow at him.

"Who are you?" he demanded yet again, his voice rising.

"I'm Sam," I said, ignoring Draconus' wry glance. "Who are you?"

"I'm Captain Jack Harkness," he informed me, as if it should have been obvious from the beginning. "Where the hell did you come from?"

Why'd you ask him who he was if you already knew the answer? Draconus asked, curious.

"It's a long story. And I doubt you'd believe half of it," I said, answering both their questions.

"Try me," Captain Jack challenged.

"Maybe later," I said evasively.

"Now," Captain Jack ordered in that way he had that just made you want to obey him.

I shook my head stubbornly, smiling at him. "Nope. If I told you I'd have to break the rules."

"What rules?" he demanded.

"The rules," I repeated. "The same rules that make it so you can't tell your friends about what's going to happen to them in the future."

"How did you know about that?" Captain Jack asked, alarmed.

"Know about what?" I asked, playing dumb.

"How'd you know I'm from the future?"

"You're from the future? That's cool," I said, grinning.

Captain Jack stared at me for a few minutes and then holstered his weapon, obviously deciding I wasn't much of a threat after all. Oh, how wrong he was.