Doctor Who Chapter 2
"So, Doctor, how's things been going?"
"Jack, why are you here?"
"Answer my question, and I'll answer oyurs."
"...Fine." The Doctor replied, reluctantly. Jack raised an eyebrow. He rarely understood the Doctor, but one thing he did understand was that the Doctor wasn't fine.
"Come on Doctor, what's up?"
"I answered your question, now answer mine."
"Okay, the reason I'm here is 'cause...I'm taking over your TARDIS. I'm going to convert myself into a Time Lord and join forces with the Daleks, and then together we shall exterminate you."
"Come on Jack, like I'm gonna believe that."
"Like I'm gonna believe your excuse of an answer!" Jack smiled, before returning to his more serious look. "Now tell me, what is it? Do you miss Donna?"
"Donna? God no, she was just..." The Doctor paused, realising that the tone of aggression in his voice probably wasn't a good idea. "...She was just...a friend. Uhm..."
"Oh, I get it," Jack walked forwards, arms crossed. "Donna was just a replacement. A replacement for someone else! And that someone else is...Martha!"
The Doctor looked up, surprised at Jack's sudden accusation. "What?"
"That's it! Donna was just a tool, someone you used to distract your mind and replace Martha!"
"Well, Jack, maybe your partly right, but...Martha?! Can't a Time Lord have a relationship with a human which has no more involvement than friendship?!"
"Wait a minute," Jack looked slightly hopeful. "Are you telling me there's another lucky lady on the scene?! Or off the scene, more like? Well, if you see her again, give her my number, I'm sure I can help..."
"Jack, it's not like that."
The Doctor sat down, his chin resting against his knuckles. He had a hollow look on his face - one that had stayed there for a long while. Jack stayed standing, leaning slightly against the wall of the TARDIS. He came in closer to the Doctor, and crouched down beside him.
"Well, what is it then?"
"I'm alone again, Jack."
"Doctor, I'm standing right beside you. You're not a-...oh."
"Harold Saxon." The Doctor toyed with the name. "He was like me. A Time Lord..."
"Yeah, but Doctor, he was completely nuts."
"No he wasn't!" The Doctor found himself defending Saxon, and it unnerved him slightly.
"Doctor, why don't you call him the Master? Harold Saxon wasn't him."
"Because he's not my master."
I could've been his Doctor though. Cured him, changed him. Sorted him out. Then maybe he could've been my master after all.
The Doctor thought of the innuendo hidden within that name, and silently scolded himself for letting that idea enter his mind.
"...Doctor. Doctor!"
"Huh?" He entered back into reality.
"He's not coming back. You need to move on. After all, you can't change time...well, you could, but...NO. Don't. If you messed up then something bad could happen, Doctor."
"I'm not going back." The Doctor scolded himself again; lying was something he tried to avoid. It always ended up causing trouble.
"You sure? 'Cause I gotta go, but I don't want you doing anything stupid."
Jack got up and proceeded towards the door. As he opened it, he turned back to face the Doctor, and nodded.
"See ya around, Doctor."
"Hey! Wait right there! You didn't tell me why you're here!"
"Well..." Jack gave a nervous laugh. "Er...you see...I though maybe, that...that Martha might be here." He lowered his head and shuffled his feet. The Doctor sighed in despair.
