Eaten
(Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. And I must be out of my mind to actually post this.)
Once Jack and Mickey were through the door, Martha shut it. "That thing can burn through anything." Mickey reminded her. "A door's not going to hold it."
"Well do you have a better idea?!" Martha snapped.
Mickey shook his head. The door sizzled, but wasn't destroyed yet. Martha stared at it. She and Mickey did this kind of thing all the time since going out on their own. They didn't know much about what Jack was doing, but he'd teamed up with them for this, and that was good because so far it was proving to be quite the challenge.
Suddenly a noise came from the other end of the hall. They all spun around. "Oh, here's our other guest." Mickey complained, seeing the alien covered in green slime.
"I got this one." Jack strode forward, leaving Martha and Mickey to figure out how to keep the burning alien from getting in.
Jack did his best to keep this alien busy, but it just kept coming forward. Then once it reached Jack, much to his surprise, it grabbed him and ate him. Martha spun around. "Jack!" She cried.
"What are you so worried about?" Mickey asked. The other alien had burnt through the door, so he was shoving a table in front of it. "He can't die."
"Yes but-" The slimy alien who'd just eaten Jack swung an arm out at Martha. She ducked. The table meanwhile, now had a gaping hole in it. "Now what?"
"No idea." Mickey admitted. "But I do know this." Martha turned towards him. "Jack's not going to be happy the next time we see him."
(I don't think Jack's ever actually be eaten. Did anyone else notice that or am I just think about gross things?)