Confrontations

The man holding the gun brought it up and fired some shots at me. I dove to the side and into a roll behind a table. Damnit, I wish that I had brought a gun. I heard the sound of the but of the gun making contact with someones head then a thump. Jack! I thought. My thought was confirmed I was correct when I heard some of the women scream.

Then I heard bullets thud into the table that I was behind. Damn. I look around on the floor, nothing. My heart pounded. I couldn't regenerate here. Everyone would see, my mind automatically going to the worst case scenario.

I heard a crunch of glass behind me, the man having reached my table were I was hiding. With a cry I kicked the table as hard as I could and it knocked into the man, startling him enough for him to loosen his grip on his gun.

I saw the move and proceed to place both hands on the floor and whorled around, bringing my right foot out and kicking him behind his right knee, making him lose his balance for a short time, but drop his gun. I quickly kicked the gun away from him and stood up in a fighting stance. "Who the hell are you and what do you want?" I asked.

The man smirked. "I'm not important. I'm just a messenger. And the message is for the Time Agency. Keep their filthy slime out of our business."

"Whose business?" I asked, confused. I hated being out of the loop for once.

"The Circle." Once he said that, people gasped. Okay, I thought. Terrorists? Eh, I looked around at the expressions on the people faces. Definitely terrorists. He suddenly sprang forward in a quick attacks with his feet to my mid section which I easily blocked. Then I attacked him back with a series of quick combinations of punches and kicks.

We went at it for what felt like hours. Then I heard the door burst open and men in black suits with guns rushed in. "Stand down! This is the Time Agency Taskforce! Stand down!"

With this destruction the man was able to use that to his advantage, grabbing my arm he brought it behind my back and brought me close to him. Then I felt a cold something touch my neck. I glanced down and saw it was a knife, a really big sharp knife. I went still.

I heard a groan beside me and saw out of the corner of my eye, Jack slowly getting up, his eyes widening once he saw the position I was in. He froze with a look of horror on his face. I looked away from him. The man that held me started to back up. "Stay where you are or I'll order to shoot!" A man in a black Time Agency outfit said.

He got all the way to the back door when a gun fired. I jumped as the man who was holding me fell down backward, dead. I looked to the task force, and what I saw surprised me. Jack was putting his arm down to his side, a gun in his hand.

Back in Jack's apartment, I sat on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, watching the news. Surprisingly, what happened tonight wasn't on it. I heard footsteps and turned around to see Jack leaning up against the wall, his arms crossed. "Hey."

"Hey." I said softly. Jack pushed himself off the wall and sat next to me on the couch, turning off the screen. We didn't say anything for a couple of minutes.

"I'm sorry." Jack said. I blinked. "That was wrong. Asking you when you had hinted before that we had something in the future, well my future. And I'm sorry."

I breathed out, not saying anything. Why wasn't the Doctor finding me. He was coming, wasn't he? I wanted to be back home, my time, with my Jack.

"But I do want to have...something." Jack said. I looked up at him with surprise. "We supposedly have something in the future, right?" He asks. I nodded my head. "Well, what if it started now?"

I gave a weak smile. "Well you did say that we used to share an flat. Maybe this is it. Maybe we do get together here."

Jack smiled more than I've ever seen him before. "Well then, I better start making up for tonight."

I smiled and hugged him, making him tense for a second then smiled. We stayed there for the remainder of the night, me laying against him and Jack holding me as we both fell asleep.

The next day was a Saturday and both of us were free. It was the first time that both of us had off at the same time since I arrived.

I woke up to the smell of bacon. I was still on the couch and sunlight was streaming through the windows. I felt a pillow beneath my head and a blanket covering my body. I sat up and looked over in the kitchen to see Jack cooking. Cooking!

"Jack? What are you doing?" I asked, never having seen him cook before.

Jack turned around. "Cooking. What does it look like I'm doing?"

I blinked. "But, I've never seen you cook before. I didn't even know you could cook. You always ordered pizza." I said, not noticing my slip.

Jack opened his mouth to reply when there was a knock on the door. "I'll answer that." Jack said. He went over and moved his hand across the sensor, the door opening automatically. Jack's brother stepped in and the door closed behind him.

"I heard what happened." Gary said. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, fine. We're both fine." Jack replied. He walked back over to the stove and started to move the bacon around on the pan, which had started sizzling.

Gary stepped farther in the flat. His eyes darting from Jack to me. I pulled the blanket up to my chest realizing that I was still in my dress from last night. "Are you cooking Jack?"

Jack didn't turn around. "Yes, why?"

"You've never cooked before." Gary said. I saw Jack tense.

The tension between the two of them went off like fireworks. "I'll be upstairs changing." I said, awkwardly. I ran up the stairs and leaned up against the back of my door, breathing heavily from the sprint.

I changed out of my dress, flung it in a corner of the room and changed into comfortable pants and a black shirt. I froze as I heard loud, angry, yelling coming from below me.

"She's a stray!" Gary yelled.

"You don't know her!" Jack yelled back. "She hasn't done anything wrong!"

"She's gotten you into trouble and almost killed! How long before something worse than a butt end of a gun hits you?"

"She wasn't even in the restaurant at the time!"

I closed my eyes. They were having a fight over me. Doctor, please. Please come get me. I walked down the stairs right into a very angry Gary, probably heading for the bathroom. His eyes filled with hatred when he saw me.

Suddenly I was pushed up against the wall, with Gary's arm against my throat, his face filled with anger. "You leave my brother alone. You're an outsider, a stray. If he focuses on you, you'll get him killed. Stay. Away. From. My. Brother. Is that understood?"

I nodded, unable to speak.

"Good." Gary responded. He let his arm drop and stomped his way to the bathroom.

I breathed hard, stunned by what just happened. My hand went to my throat and started rubbing it. If Gary was this mad when we wanted to be together, how would he react if he finds out about Jack's future with me?

I looked down the hall and into the kitchen where I saw Jack with his back turned to me, using a spatula to move the bacon around the pan. I took a large breath in and out then walked toward the kitchen for, what I knew, was going to be a terrible day.

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