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Chapter Three

The woman frowned as she stared at John. "Don't I know you?"

John grimaced. "Yes and no," he replied. "You see, I'm-"

"Rose! How in the hell did you get back?" a voice shouted. Everyone looked up to see a man in a WW2 coat with his brown hair in a military cut.

"Oh dear," Rose said meekly. "How you doin', Jack?"

Jack couldn't believe his eyes. Rose Tyler, the girl who disappeared without a trace after they defended the Earth from Daleks, was back and beside her was the Doctor. Or who he thought was the Doctor. He was happy to see his friends but the new faces they brought concerned him. First of all, what was with that girl with the mix-match clothing?

Rhys, Gwen's husband, grew quiet and latched to his wife's side. Gwen, on the other hand, was analyzing the visitors. Jack knew Gwen recognized Rose, but the Doctor was iffy. Jack decided being his usual flirtatious self was best.

"Rose, you don't text or call. Not even an email. Shame on you," Jack teased. The immortal turned towards the skinny man. "Doctor! Last time I saw you, you looked like you were about to regenerate."

John's eyebrows raised. "I thought I felt funny two years back. No wonder. Full Time Lord me regenerated. Oh god! Don't tell me all always be ill when he regenerates!"

Rose and the girls giggled. "That's what you get for being the Metacrisis, John."

It was now Jack's turn again to be surprised. "Metacrisis. Well, well."

Viola stepped forth. "Now, Captain, I have a question for you."

"And what does a sweet child like yourself have to ask me?" Jack asked, eyeing the ginger girl. There was something familiar about her that sent Jack's "Doctor Radar" off. "You wouldn't happen to be the Doctor would ya. For if you are, I'd say you're younger then ever and female to boot."

Viola looked agitated. "Why does everyone assume I'm the bloody Doctor? Is it so hard to believe that I am the next to last Time Lord, uh I mean Lady?" the Singer pouted.

"Really, you're a Time Lady? So, what do the call you?"

"My chosen name is the Singer, but while I was stayed on the planet, Ruana, a small Ruanain named Ranim named me Viola after his favorite old Earth instruments. Oh sweet Ran! How I miss that rascal!"

Sarah shook her head as she stepped forward. "I'm sorry about her. Viola is having withdrawals from not being on Ruana. It's her favorite planet out of all the dimensions," the 19 year old explained. "I'm Sarah-Isabelle Watson."

Gwen perked up at the name. "Aren't you that talented violinist from London?"

"Why, yes. Yes she is," Viola said. Gwen squealed and dragged Sarah off to talk, Gwen's husband following close behind.

"Did you say dimensions?" asked Jack.

"Of course. This is dimension *Alpha. I found Rose Tyler and Doctor John in dimension *Delta. Ruana is located in dimension *Epsilon," Viola explained.

John nodded, apparently grasping this easily. "I have a question for you, Singer. How did you survive the Time War. My full Time Lord self destroyed both the Daleks and Time Lords to save the universe. There should be no more Time Lords left. It felt empty up here," said the Metacrisis.

Viola frowned. "I don't know. I've tried accessing information about myself but I was denied access to the files by VATASS. She told me that I was sent to *Epsilon for my safety, like a Gallifreyan version of witness protection. Thing is I was sent out on my own as a small child and I only learned how to dimension hop recently."

"How old are you?" Rose asked.

"816," the Time Lady replied.

John and Jack glanced at each other. "We're older than you," they said together.

"Well, I mean my Time Lord self. If we're talking how many years I've been around, it's 4. But I have over 900 years over memories," John corrected.

"And I'm immortal," Jack stated.

Viola frowned again, this time at Jack. "Now that I think about that, you do feel funny. It reminds me of spicy chocolate peppermint chicken with a side of boiled Herbabaculum vitae."

"Herbabaculum vitae?"

"Native to Necros. It's like soya beans," John explained in a whispered.

Viola smiled and clapped her hands together. "Alrighty! Jack, show me this immortality of yours!"

Jack suddenly felt queasy. "I don't feel like killing myself right now."

Viola smiled. "Don't worry, I'll take care of that." And with that, she lifted her hand and grabbed his wrist, applying pressure while her other hand hit a nerve on his neck. Jack collapsed, his breathing nonexistent.

"What did you do?" Rose exclaimed.

"That was a Ariesite death grip I learned on Ariesi*Epsilon," Viola boasted. "But I've never had to use it before."

Jack's sudden revival captured their attention. "You ever use that on me again and you won't like what happens."

"I'm convinced. Come with us, Jack."

Jack looked at the ginger. "Ok, what do I have left to lose?" Jack answered.

Viola smiled. "New companion, yay!"

Author's Corner:

Airi: I'm back~!

Viola: About time too. I was beginning to think you forgot me.

Airi: You did slip my mind once or twice.

Viola(pout): So mean, Lady Airi. Really mean.

Airi(laughing): Well, at least I graduated high school. Now to tackle College later.

Viola: I best head to chapter 3. Before I go, will we be seeing Ranim anytime soon?

Airi: For sure!

*Viola smiles and heads to her VATASS*

Airi: See y'all next time.

*Airi vanishes in a swirl of leaves*