Chapter 12
The Doctor's POV
"Jack, what are you doing here?" I asked trying to sound more friendly than rude.
Rosalie, Carlisle, Jack and I were all still lingering in the hallway.
"I've word on Emmett a-" he began to explain.
"What! You know where he is!?" Rosalie exclaimed, interrupting him, her once agonised voice now filling with hope.
Jack nodded sincerely and smiled. A slight grin broke Rosalie's face.
"Please come in and make yourself comfortable. You must explain everything to us. My family is gathered here," Carlisle said as he gestured towards the living room.
Carlisle led the way as the three of us followed. The living room's whispers grew silent as we entered. Everyone's eyes were fixed on our new guest.
"Okay everybody this is-" I began.
"Captain Jack Harkness," Jack smiled, showing his teeth. Esme walked over from the couch, welcomed him and returned to sit with Rosalie following her.
"You have news of Emmett, don't you?" Alice inquired.
Jack winked at Alice. "Sure do!"
"Jack, stop it!" I retorted.
Suddenly Jasper flung himself from his and Alice's embrace and was now growling into Jacks face.
"Did you know I'm an empath?! I'd watch yourself if I were you!" Jasper threatened.
Jack raised his hands defensibly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"I know what you meant!" Jasper snarled back. Suddenly his scowl changed to a look of distaste. His nose wrinkled, then his expression relaxed.
"Sorry, don't take any offence but you smell stale, rotten even," Jasper said trying to sound as inoffensive as possible.
Simultaneously everyone in the room excluding myself inhaled, absorbing Jacks scent no doubt. They all one by one wrinkled there nose's.
"You're right: gone off, but a hint of human," Tanya said with the look of distaste becoming more prevalent on her face.
"Well, let me explain. My smell might just be the result of why I'm here." Jack began. Everyone including myself gave him our undivided attention.
"You see, I'm immortal like you, minus the whole "I want to suck your blood" complex, thankfully. But I do age, just very slowly. But that's not the point. When Emmett was attacked by the Weeping Angels he was sent to Cardiff, May 15th 1889-" Jack paused as a number of gasps engulfed the room.
"We met and befriended each other. Also, he- with my help- tried everything to get himself home but nothing worked, so it left us with no choice. I waited. Thankfully and surprisingly the Doctor is now here to help. At least we won't have to go to trouble of finding you now. My plan is working out better then I thought." Jack explained.
"Excellent!" I exclaimed enthusiastically.
"So, does this mean we get Emmett home?" Rosalie asked, slightly confused.
"Oh Yes!" I replied "Ha ah! Just a quick trip in the Tardis should do it!" I said rubbing my hands together.
"That simple?" Carlisle asked, oozing with hope.
"That simple," I responded smiling.
Everyone in the room was beaming. Carlisle shook Jack's hand and thanked him gratefully for his help.
"So I get my son home," Esme said as she closed her eyes and let out a sigh of relief. If she could she probably would be crying tears of joy right now. Suddenly her eyes flicked open and pain stretched across her face, dissolving any of her new found hope. "Wait… what about Bella and Edward?"
The atmosphere of the room completely changed as it refilled with pain, everyone realising that our troubles were nowhere near finished yet.
"Don't worry I will get them home too, there is no doubt about that!" I reassured. "We still have Edwards letter, that might give us all the answers we've been looking for."
Everyone's attention was now on Carlisle who still had the letter in his hand. It was like a tennis mach, everyone's glares bouncing from one person to the next.
The room was dead silent, bar Renesmee's quiet but pained sniffling.
Carlisle finished ripping the seal of the mysterious letter. He pulled the letter gently from its envelope. The letter's age and wornness matched its exterior. He gasped.
His voice trembled "It's… it's written in blood…"
Everyone looked on in shock, but on one was as shocked as Carlisle. He raised the letter to his nose and sniffed. "No… no… it can't be," he mumbled shaking his head.
"Carlisle, please what does the letter say?" Esme begged.
Carlisle took a deep breath and began to read aloud.
Dear Carlisle and the Doctor,
I am so sorry, it is all my fault.
The thousands of lives and families I have destroyed… but I could not help it.
I know what I have done is selfish and horrible, but I had to.
I don't regret the act but I regret the consequences that followed.
Carlisle you of all people must understand.
Please we need your help.
Bella and I are in 1917. It is the 20th of August.
We are physically fine, but most importantly we are together.
Please, tell Renesmee we love her.
Always, Bella and Edward.
The silence was overthrown by a number of dry sobs. Maybe reading the letter aloud wasn't the best idea. Renesmee began to cry more profusely. Everyone was whispering and gasping among themselves.
"All this letter has done is create more questions, not answer them," I said while Carlisle still stared intently at the letter. Not saying a word.
"Okay, we know when they are, but not where," Alice said timidly. From what I read in Edward's mind I could tell that she was different. Not acting herself. She was obviously hurt from the loss of her family members and the fact that her visions were not helping.
"She's right Doctor, we have no idea where they are," Jack agreed.
Everyone, including myself looked to Carlisle. He was stunned. Still staring at the letter.
He began to mumble, barely audible. His voice and eyes twisting with pain.
"I know where they are…" he paused.
"Oh… Edward… I can't believe he actually did it."