Graduating

I woke up in a sweat, sitting up, my elbows propping me up, my night dress sticking to my body in sweat. Another nightmare about the Silence. Strange I still wondered what they looked like… crap. I didn't remember what they looked like from the T.V. show. I wondered for a second, shook my head and told myself that I would find out later.

I have been having them a lot recently but I didn't know why since the Silence didn't appear till series six. Maybe it's because of the Cybermen attack back at Sarah Jane's place, but it was so long ago that I knew that wasn't the cause, probably.

I layed back down, breathing heavily. I looked over at the digital clock on the wall. The hands said it was six thirty-five. I rolled my eyes. At least It could have been later. I knew once I woke up, I was awake, I couldn't go back to sleep.

So, I took out my pad and started reading, freshening up about the 51st century technology and history. I knew I should dive deeper than the 50th century because I didn't want to read anything that happened in the 21st. If I read something, it becomes a fixed point.

After a while I smelt fried eggs drifting up from down stairs. Jack must be cooking again, I though. I smiled. I still didn't get why Jack cooked, He never did while I stayed at Torchwood or when he came over to my flat.

I'll ask him when I get back to my time, when, not if. I couldn't deal with it if I could never get back to my time.

"Susan!" Jack's voice came through the floor. "Breakfast! Hurry up, it's going to get cold and you'll complain again!"

I sighed, put down my pad on my table and yelled, "Coming!" I flung the covers back, planning to make the bed later, and put on my light blue robe and slippers and came down the stairs. Jack was already sitting at the table, taking a huge helping of eggs.

He passed the bowl to my place when I sat down. "Hope I made enough." Jack commented as he started eating.

I smiled. "Thanks Jack." I started to spoon some eggs onto my plate, when I say some, I mean half of my plate was covered. Then set the bowl back down and grabbed some fruit.

"So, big day." Jack said, talking and chewing at the same time.

"Yeah?" I asked. "What's so big about it. It's just another day."

Jack's eyes widened. "You don't know."

I carefully set my fork down on the plate and narrowed my eyes. "What don't I know."

Jack looked around nervously then said, "I heard that it is your assessment today, but now that I think about it, I'm sure that they don't tell you."

I sighed and leaned back against the antique hard chair and it squeaked. "Yeah, they didn't tell me. I'm sure they didn't want me to know that they were observing me. Um, I'm not that hungry." I stood up, sliding my chair back with the back of my legs, my hands on the tables edge. "I'm going to get ready to go." I walked up the stairs to my room and closed the door.

I sighed and sat on the bed. I knew that I shouldn't have walked out like that on Jack, but I just kept on thinking that he wasn't my Jack. He didn't flirt every second with anybody and everybody. He had morals. He was…. I sighed again. He just wasn't my Jack.

Doctor, please. Please come get me.

I walked into the Time Academy and waved goodbye to Jack for the day. He smiled back at me, held his hand up and ran off to meet his friends that were waiting down the hall for him. I glanced around a bit, looking for my friends then decided that they would be in the locker room getting ready for the fighting period, which was always first in the morning because that's when you were your freshest.

After changing into 51st century sweatpants which automatically removed the sweat, which I loved and a white t-shirt. Walking on to the mat, I saw that my friends were already out there, training. "Hey." I said, walking up to them.

"Hi Susan!" They chorused back, not looking up from their sparring match. I smiled. I remembered days from when I worked back at the UN in my world, the same thing would happen, every employee had to take some self defense class, I took more than most.

"Can I join?" I asked.

"Sure!" Evangelia said. They made space for me and I started to spar with them. We had no equipment on or anything, Miss. Jackson wanted it to be like the real world, which means no gear. I wasn't complaining much but most nights I came home with only one or two bruises.

After a while the red alert alarm went off. We all stopped and stared at the flashing lights. Then I snapped out of it. "Come on people!" I yelled. "Positions!" I knew it was probably a drill and a test for me at the same time, but in that slim chance that someone was really attacking us, we had to be ready.

We ran off to our stations, still in our sweat stained workout cloths.

Four hours after the drill would find me getting changed into my regular clothes and grumbling to my friends about not being able to change out of our sweaty clothes for four hours when I heard over the comm. unit, "Miss. Anderson, please report to Miss. Jackson's office immediately."

All three of my friends looked at me. "Good luck." They said together with a smile.

My eyes widened. "You knew?"

"You knew?" Came the stunned response.

I just smirked, finished buttoning my shirt and walked out of the changing room.

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door to Miss. Jackson's office. "Come in!" She yelled.

I opened the door and stepped inside her office. I've only been in her once, on the first day at the academy to get a rundown of the rules. "You called for me?" I asked, looking around, without my head moving, and saw Marcus and Helena leaning up against the wall with their arms crossed, looking bored.

"Yes, I did." Miss. Jackson said. "I have called you in to discuss your parole."

I gave Miss, Jackson a confused look. "Why? Have I done something against the rules?"

Miss. Jackson chuckled. "No, you haven't. We are considering lifting the parole, which won't happen overnight, but it does not mean that we will stop… lets call it, checking in on you."

"Excellent!" I said, beaming. "Does this mean that I get to go out after 9pm?" I thought of all the things

Jack could show me around here.

Miss. Jackson laughed, a smile creeping up on her face, guessing the reason why I asked. "Yes, you can. Just be careful." She went behind her desk and grabbed a paper and pen. "All you have to do is sign your name and you are off of parole."

I grabbed the pen and scribbled my name on the sheet of paper. Miss. Jackson folded up the paper and put it in her desk. "Now, We have also been discussing that it it time that you earned full Time Agent status, which means that you will have missions and harder level training."

"Can I have my vortex manipulator back?" I asked.

"Since that is how you arrived here, you can't have it back. I'm sorry. It's the rules."

A/N: Some notes on reviews:

Guest [Witchy] (From last chapter): Yep, Jack was defiantly a damsel in distress. :)

Icerose Enitity: Thanks! It's okay, OMG I can't wait till August 23rd! :D

imtakingallyoudownwithme: Yeah, I hate Jack's brother too.

copperdragon 2: Yeah, ouch...

Icerose Enitity: Thanks, I fixed it.