Kayla and the Doctor were in…Cardiff, the boring, mundane city in London that they usually didn't go to. While the Doctor had used the fact that the TARDIS needed charging as an excuse, they both knew why they were there.

At five am in the morning, while orbiting around a star, the couple had woken up to the sound of Kayla's Vortex Manipulator beeping like an alarm, "It's a signal! Oh my god, Doctor, it's a signal!" the brunet had cried out, shaking the Doctor's shoulder for good measure.

Sleepily cracking an eye, the Doctor groaned in annoyance, "Come on Kay," he whined, "follow the signal in the morning."

Shoving him once again in the shoulder, Kayla got up from the bed, making the Doctor groan louder than before and grab a pillow for warmth, making Kayla roll her eyes and leave the room.

That had been about three hours ago. Now, at eight am, the two were strolling through the quiet streets of morning Cardiff, only for Kayla to stop in front of a stadium.

"He's supposed to be here." She muttered to herself.

The Doctor sighed and shrugged, "Maybe it's giving out." He suggested softly.

The brunet turned to shake her head at him, "This has lasted me for nearly twenty years, it isn't giving out.

Opening his mouth to reply, the Doctor suddenly snapped it shut and nodded in agreement, his eyes lingering on the ground.

Sensing his worry and discomfort, Kayla followed his gaze, which led towards a large, brown leather, Vortex Manipulator, one that greatly resembled the one she had given to her father upon earning the title of Captain.

Walking forwards slowly, as if she was in a daze, she knelt down and picked up the Manipulator. She turned it over in her hands several times, as if she was getting the feel of it, then she pressed several different buttons in a complex order, causing a hologram of Captain Jack Harkness himself.

"This is Captain Jack Harkness. I am currently stationed in Cardiff with Torchwood Three." The hologram started to repeated.

Her hands trembling so badly that she dropped the Manipulator, Kayla started to sob loudly. Deep, body shaking sobs that sent her to her knees on the cement.

Kneeling down next to her with tears also running down his face, the Doctor wrapped an arm around her in comfort. He cradled her to his chest and just ran his hand through her brown hair.

The Doctor was sitting at the counter of an ice cream bar, notably alone. Kayla would not leave the TARDIS, at all. He was already planning an adventure that he was sure that his wonderful time machine would help with, but that didn't mean he was, well, bored.

And oh did he hate being bored. He was bored on Gallifrey so he stole a broken TARDIS with his granddaughter and ran away. During this process he also flaunted most, if not all of the rules of the Time Lords.

So obviously, being bored was quite dangerous for him.

But in light of resent…events, the Doctor would have to wait before he complained to Kayla. For one, it seemed improper to whine that she was being boring after she had found proof that her father was dead. For another, it was his fault that Kayla had come to that conclusion of Captain Jack Harkness being dead.

And yes, he did feel guilt about it.

"I'm sorry for your lost." A familiar, American, male voice said quietly. Looking up from the counter, the Doctor saw Captain Jack Harkness, now dressed in a button up blue shirt, black pants with suspenders, and one of those big, giant, and rather blue great coats.

"Thank you." He replied just as softly as he eyed the man. He felt so fundamentally wrong that it hurt, and the Doctor didn't want Kayla to feel the same pain he was.

So instead of bolting like every instinct was begging him to, the Doctor waited for Jack to reply in his usual flirtly manner, "I believe you have something of mine."

The Time Lord nodded and slipped him his real Vortex Manipulator, "And I believe you have something for me."

Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of fancy look paper with a weird, back bone like thing with Torchwood stamped under it.

'I, Captain Jack Harkness, give my blessings for the Doctor and Kayla to marry.'

Grinning, the Doctor read the paper over and put it in his pocket, "And the files?" he asked.

Rolling his eyes, Jack pulled out several files from his pockets and handed them over, "All the people she has ever had a relationship with." He narrated as the Time Lord flipped through the multiple papers.

"Thank you Jack."

Jack nodded once and then saluted, "You're welcome Doctor."

Kayla heaved once again into the toilet in front of her. She hated being sick, no, she despised it. But in all likely hood, it did make sense. After all, she was under much stress and she was also grieving. Those two didn't really make a healthy combination.

"TARDIS, how many lifeforms are on board?" she asked, a horrible fear growing on her.

She felt the TARDIS hum twice in reply, giving her an answer and also making her feel quite silly. Of course she wasn't pregnant! That would be quite silly to even think!

Laughing a bit to herself, she got up slowly from the bathroom floor and headed to the console room to speak to the Doctor. He had mentioned putting the TARDIS on random, and as a new Time Lady, she wanted to see how that worked.

Surprisingly, when she got there, the Doctor was running a hand through his hair and fiddling with something in his pocket, "Kayla!" He almost squeaked upon her arrival, "I didn't know you would be up so soon."

Kayla had shrugged, not at all surprised that the TARDIS had told the Time Lord that she had been sick, "It's just all the stress." She reassured him with a wave of her hand.

The Doctor blinked at the answer before nodding and bending over the console, muttering vaguely to himself, "Stress, yes, stress. All it is."

Arching an eyebrow, Kayla walked closer to the Time Lord and carefully placed a hand on his shoulder, causing him to nearly jump, "Doctor, are you alright?"

He turned to her with worry in his eyes, "Fine." He said, though it was quite obvious that he wasn't fine.

"You don't look fine." She pointed out.

The Doctor shrugged, "I'm just worried about you." He tried.

Shaking her head, Kayla sat down on a chair and looked at him with a steely gaze, "You're not going to tell me the truth, correct?"

Blinking a bit, the Doctor nodded, "It's hard to explain."

"Then how about an adventure?"

That suggestion got the Doctor to stare at Kayla in shock, "You're not mad?" he asked quietly.

Kayla laughed and shook her head, "Oh no, I am mad, I'm just waiting for you to tell me. Until then we can go on an adventure."

Quite shock, the Doctor started to work on setting the TARDIS to random, all the time feeling as if the papers he had received from Jack was weighing him down like a sack of iron bricks. He hated keeping secrets from anyone, especially Kayla.

Hey, I really enjoyed writing this chapter. In a way, it gave Kayla closure but since it's not real...

The Doctor is sooo dead in Utopia.

And review time:

Slytherin TARDIS Hunter: You got Jack!