Chapter Six
-Author's note: many thanks to one of my dear friends, who came up with 'the Harkness is coming' in one of their own fics here on FFN. I just had to pay homage to that hilariously great and wondrous line.
Wait. The statue wasn't moving. It wasn't alive, after all. Surprise, surprise.
Surprise this. Now that the game was afoot, the Harkness was coming.
Jack spat white gravel out of his mouth and stared, his mind drifting back to when he had shoved his favorite alien into the hide a bed. God, if that desperate attempt had somehow hurt... no. It was best to think logically. Better at his hands than those of an assailant.
Thoughts of their unborn child made Jack turn his head up to the statue's face. Someone wanted very badly to make it look as though the Pythia had risen from the Abyss; that meant the enemy was someone from the Doctor's past, because only someone from the Doctor's past could know about the Pythia. But how badly did they want it? And why had he felt the Doctor's memories of the Pythia so strongly? Was it the child? Well, questions were only half the condundrum. After that, it was only a matter of who to ask. And Jack could feel a sudden hunger for frog legs coming on as he got to his feet, dusted his tight rump, then patted the statue on the shoulder and headed left, toward the sound of gravel crunching underfoot.