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As she had hoped, the room they jumped into had been the one the agent had left. Empty as per the scan and as the brothers both huffed and shook themselves like wet dogs grinning at the tingle she took a moment to check their bearings as her VM called up the schematics via a nearby computer, the USB stick slipped in for Tosh to do her stuff.

This facility seemed familiar and Kara remembered her father saying they liked to replicate things. This means … she swung to her left and counted her steps, then turned right.

Holding cells.

Her Taddy's edidic memory gave her a map of the place she had been held in and she now knew exactly where she was, this place an exact copy down to the signs on the doors. Dicks.

She leaned on the door and fiddled for a while then sighed and stepped back as Willem simply slammed it off the hinges to fly into the room, landing on the ground with a solid thud.

John Hart was sitting on the bed, his face bruised and his healing abilities from that 51st century DNA blend making him look like an extra from the Walking Dead as he blinked slowly at the door, then looked up at the beauty striding into the room. He felt his balls shrivel as she swung to look at him and he felt something radiating from her like gamma rays.

"Him" she pointed and a man entered, his movements… shit…. John yelped as he recognised a Were coming at him, another larger one entering to stand with the woman. He was no match for the strength on display, not when he was already compromised and could only curse as he was swung over the beast's shoulder and then his head slammed on the doorframe during the exit.

"Willem, careful. He might need that" she scolded and he caught the Welsh vowels, now looking up as he watched her walk between his carrier and the big one on back. The stride… Harkness? Well now. Well. Well …. Shit. Her eyes had flicked now to regard him and not only was she a Harkness he saw something he had seen a long time ago, years for him thought probably not so long ago in the ethos of things. Eyes that he had seen on the other end of his sword filled with anger and bloodlust, swirling pools of power….shit.

"Bred" he choked out, "They bred. Shit, you're their daughter. No wonder he was ready to die."

They entered a room and she poked around, "Check over there, his VM is in here somewhere, it's where I found mine in the other place where I was held."

They began to ransack the room and he found himself left standing unsupervised. Like … harmless right? He grinned as he took a step…. The blade under his nose startling as was the snarl in his ear that was devoid of Welsh tones, "One more and I devour your face first."

"Oh lover, not even dinner first?" he whispered as the Were stepped between him and the maiden…ah. "Really? Little Miss Harkness?"

"Harkness-Jones and he's mine" she said haughtily as she raised her hand and he saw his VM clutched there, "Come on. We have a small window before they lock down and if they worked out my escape before they will be ready this time. Shame they are too thick to know I have an entirely different plan today"

"Before? You've escaped a place like this sweetling?" John asked with genuine interest now, this pretty piece of arse suddenly a lot more exciting as she swung to give a familiar smile.

"Come on Johnty old man" she chortled, flicking the VM at him, "We all need to sync to me, we will jump back once I sent the forward code so Tosh will let us in."

"Toshiko?" John said softly, now totally confused

"Our AI is named after her, you knew her?" Kara canted her head, "Oh right. Uncle Gray."

"Who?" Willem asked.

"Someone long dead" she said as she dismissed the conversation, "Come along Captain Hart Daddy said you were worth a second chance. A second life sometimes comes to those who least expect it."

John walked over to touch his VM to hers and noted the sleek design and strange symbols carved into the leather.

"Gallifreyan" she said as she saw him looking, "It means Love. Tadda did it for luck. He's funny like that at the moment, the baby is making him all soppy."

"Baby? He's ….no. Don't tell me I get to see him preggers. Really?" John was definitely on board now as he waited for her to give the countdown, her fingers doing something on the screen in a language he couldn't read then she counted down from three and three jumped.

John opened his eyes to a fist, slamming him to the ground and he lay writhing as he held his mouth and the shoes of the hard thumper made him blink back tears with confusion.

Rabbits?