Here's the next chap, written by moi, BananaBabe903!!! :) Please R&R!!!

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"So… we're supposed to find random kids scattered across Time and Space that are the Doctor's kids???" Jack asked, dubiously.

"Well… when you put it that way, you make it sound crazy," Jenny teased. Then she quickly added, "But it is kind of crazy… and, they're only Earth kids from what we know. The visions I saw weren't some weird, non-humanoid creatures like, erm, Daleks or anything."

Jack gave her the same look he had given her seconds before, the same look that made Jenny's two hearts speed up. "Daleks?" he asked, trying not to laugh. "Why in the universe would the Doctor mate with a freakin' Dalek? Is that even possible?"

Jenny began to laugh, wiping tears from her eyes. Ahh, her father? This Jack did lighten the load… Jenny then remembered the seriousness of the issue before them and crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, can you find them or not?"

He sighed and replied, "I'll see what I can do. But see, I've recently left… an old partner behind, and I've sort of gone rogue. I can't just team up again, y'know, it's kind of hard to adjust." Jenny nodded her head, solemnly. He had told her absolutely nothing of her old life since the two had first met.

Jack sighed again, "Oh, who the hell am I kidding? I've never made it alone… God, you blondes do make me fall hard." And by the faraway look in his eyes, Jenny knew that she hadn't been the first "blonde" he had fallen in love with… and possibly, not the last.


There was like a mysterious bond between them that Rachel couldn't quite explain. Here she was, going up the escalator at Valley Springs Mall by herself going to Barnes N Nobles, and here was some bloke staring at her as he was going down the escalators. And boy, was he cute. Rachel clutched her "Mice and Men" book close to her chest and tried not to stare.

It wasn't love that connected them, it was something else… something more mystical and superstitious… something like, like… destiny.

"Hey, wait!" apparently he felt the weird connection too because he was soon running up the down escalator, much to other mall-goers annoyance. He met her at the top of the escalator, running his fingers through his dark brown/blackish hair. His eyes were pale-blue or grey, Rachel couldn't exactly tell, but his face looked somewhat familiar… like, he had been in one of her dreams or something.

This, was going a little too high on the weird-factor.

"Hey, I'm Luke." He stuck his hand out for Rachel to shake, which she did.

"Hi, I'm Rachel Tyler," she replied, tucking a golden blonde lock behind her ear. "So, umm…"

"I go to Hamilton High School, what about you?" he asked her.

Rachel was flustered but at the same time, mystified by this handsome stranger. "I go to Basha, actually," replied Rachel. "I'm a junior, what about you?"

"Senior," Luke responded. "How old are you? You look a little young to be a junior…?"

"Fifteen," she admitted. "I skipped a grade."

"Oh, of course. I'm seventeen, if you want to know." He glanced at his phone and Rachel wondered if she was boring him… but he was so cute! She couldn't let him get away like that!

"Hey, so, I was wondering if you wanted to like, get a coffee or something," Rachel quickly asked. "I mean, y'know, if you want of course…" she tried to change her accent slightly so that it didn't sound too "chav" or too "street". Lots of people could tell where you were from just by your accent, and she didn't want this boy knowing that she lived in Powell Estates.

"I'd love to. Hey, is that 'Mice and Men'? I love that book."

"Really?" Rachel blushed. The two began walking towards Starbucks, discussing everything they knew about themselves.


"We have to get out of here." Nico looked at Sam with such rage in his eyes, Sam believed that he would strangle the next prison guard that came to serve them their daily meal.

"We can't," their mother Lucy choked. She began coughing rapidly, blood spilling out of her mouth. "They'll (cough) find us." She laid back down, Sam ripping parts of her already ripped shirt to try to warm their mother.

"I've devised a plan," Nico said. "We leave tonight. During shift changes, the one at midnight needs glasses to see, so Sam, you sneak his glasses away and I'll ask to use the bathroom. I'll sneak out the window while you and mum sneak through the back door. Any questions?"

"Yes, just one," whispered Sam, meekly. "What if it doesn't work?" Nico was dumbfounded… here he was, bitter and ill-tempered, sacrificing medicine and food for his mother and sister, and here they had absolutely no faith in him.

"You doubt me?" he snapped. "After everything, you still don't trust your older brother!"

"You're o-only older by a minu-ute," Sam stuttered. "Not sure that counts."

Nico sunk back, his spine grooving into the gray, hard walls of stone. "Then we're stuck," he whispered, so quietly that neither his mother nor sister could hear him. "If this doesn't work, we're going to die here."


"Hey mom, did you read the morning paper?" Trey Jones asked his mother, calling from his bedroom. "A famous jewel was stolen last night from that one museum… one of the suspects is daughter of Lady Christina de Souza."

Martha scowled as she stirred the soup boiling on the stove. "Doesn't surprise me, all these royalty. Y'know, I used to know a lord once…" her voice trailed off, and Trey began to wonder if something was wrong.

"Mom? You okay?" he asked. Martha wasn't technically his actual mom, he was adopted, though people said he had her eyes…

She snapped back to reality. "Yup, I'm fine…" Suddenly, a loud whirring noise filled the house.

Vhorup, vhorup, vhorup!

"No," whispered Martha. "It can't be." Trey got up and ran to the living room where the noise was coming from. In his living room was a blonde woman, a man in a trench coat, oh, and a red telephone booth.

"How you managed to build another TARDIS is beyond me," the man was commenting to the girl. The girl blushed.

"Oh, Time Lord technology. I just borrowed some of your information from the 51st century, made minor repairs to my old space machine, and voila!" Suddenly, they seemed to notice the gaping teenage boy.

"Oh, hello!" the blonde lady waved. "I'm Jenny, and this is--,"

"Captain Jack Harkness." Martha entered the living room and stared in shock.

"Hello, Ms. Martha Jones," the man called "Jack" said, grinning at his mother flirtatiously. "Long time no see. Now, excuse us for a second, we have a little erm, question for Trey."


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