Chapter Thirteen:

Silly TARDIS, Tricks Are for Kids

Andie let out a muffled sort of fight. Somehow, she had ended up below the console. She looked around and reached up to grab the seat of one of the swings. Her bones ached. At least, this time, she was wearing pants. She felt bruises all around and she lifted herself from the ground. What could have caused that?

Finally, able to stand without feeling woozy, she slowly made her way to the top where the two Doctor's looked more confused than a wide-eyed Rose. Andie didn't have time to ask anything when her phone, in the jacket of her other coat, started ringing. Loudly.

She lifted the cover and answered it with an exasperated "What, Jack?" The frown on her face deepened as she went down the stairs and opened the door.

"Why am I standing outside the TARDIS?" He asked her in person, pointing to his own, confused self.

She sighed before walking outside to a cold autumn day. It almost felt good against her hot bruises but she didn't have time to respond when both Doctor's came out and started griping at how the immortal never listened.

"This has got to be the worst paradox ever. Don't touch each other. At all. Ever. Not once."

The proper Doctor nodded his head, turning back to fetch the still quiet Rose.

Jack just stared. He stepped forward to grasp Andie's hand before he smiled. "Sometimes, things don't change." He looked down at Andie finally, seeing the paleness and he also frowned down at her. "Let's get you to see Martha, eh? Mickey's around here, too. No one planned for a reunion, huh?"

The Captain didn't wait for an answer and pulled Andie with him. She didn't argue, tired and still a bit phased from the roughness of how the TARDIS had acted. He knew he was gonna get a tongue lashing from her, but hoped that Martha would at least make sure she rested and got proper soup in her body before Andie decided to give him an ill toned mouth-full of proper Noble yelling. He hadn't liked those. Especially when Andie started talking in Welsh and used Gwen-like terms.

Meanwhile, with the other Jack, he had sat up, coming back to life and sighed deeply. This was not his plan at all. He had wanted to talk to the girl who looked so much like his saddened friend, not hurt the TARDIS and the people inside.

"What'd you do that for, Jack?" The other Doctor had lifted the Captain from his thoughts, and scrutinized him. He hadn't told the Doctor and Andie who this Jack was caring for, but had hoped that Andie would not have found out after hearing her story. He had decided it was not their place and phoned Jack to keep away for a while.

Jack looked up at him, his boss, now, and shrugged. "I had a question before she left. I didn't mean to… I wanted to talk to her. That's her isn't it? Maybe she could –"

The Doctor shook his head, holding up a hand before motioning him to rise. "Don't you dare. She shouldn't know. She's lost her whole family, talking to her would be a big mistake."

The proper Doctor, by then, had returned with a wet rag in his hand that he tossed to Jack. He looked at them and rose his eyebrows. "What're you two keeping from me, then? I tried to ignore it back when you called Jack, but now that Jack's here and a possible big paradox that we'll have to clean up might take place. I need to know."

Rose had come out, a cup of tea in her hands and kneeled next to Jack. She shook her head when he had made a snarky comment, but nonetheless, had wiped his warm face. "Is Andie near?"

When the Doctor shook his head, he kneeled down next to Jack. "You wouldn't have anything of Andie's, would you?"

Jack's eyes fell to the ground before they rose to meet the Doctor's. "Andie died at birth and Donna lived. I was there when it happened. I have Donna Noble, and have made her forget most of that knowledge, but remember you – and before you go getting all angry, it wasn't fair to her! Forgetting how amazing she was on that Dalek ship because of this metacrisis that stands here. Heck, he even helped." Jack had chosen to stand to meet the Doctor's angered stare, but his voice had risen and the older Jack, Andie in tow, had heard it all.

"I should kill myself. Just, let me shoot him once for that little tirade."

Andie poked his side, not showing any sort of sadness. She didn't have to, the link that the metacrisis had with her was opened again as her eyes stared at the Jack before her. She had a choice to make and she already knew what her plan was. She was strong, but she wasn't that strong.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, I had posted chapter three, way back when, and I got a comment from xThe-Doctors-Girlx and that inspired this. Now, I was just going to leave Donna dead, but, I'm not that cruel. And it's only right that Donna have a few words to say to the proper Doctor, isn't it? ^.^ I thought so also. Which is why I got this.