Chapter Eight

Everything was falling apart inside the TARDIS. The hole in the universe should be torn open wide enough to see into the void. That would drive anyone mad. But there was no hole. Or tear. Not even a scratch. The universe was fine because something was holding the paradox and Eleven had to find out what. Meanwhile, Captain Jack was going around and trying to find everyone. He needed to gather information for The Doctor. He found the Ponds first.

"Hey, can I ask you guys a few questions?" asked Jack as he entered. Amy glared at the handsome man.

"As long as we can do the same," replied Amy.

"All right, an eye for an eye, that works for me," he agreed, "First question, have either of you guys had any huge, life changing thoughts or experiences on this little trip?"

"No, not really, but we have been questioning The Doctor's past," replied Rory.

"How so?" asked The Captain.

"What happened to all of his companions? What happened to Rose? What happened to you?" replied Amy.

"That would take a very long time to explain. I don't know a single answer except what happened to me," replied Jack.

"What did happen to you?" asked Rory.

"The Doctor left me, plain and simple. He knew what I was. He couldn't take me. What happened was that Rose absorbed the Time Vortex and no human is meant to do that. But she did. She destroyed Daleks by dividing them into dust. She brought me back to life. Now I can't die. That's why The Doctor left me. Then, legend has it, that The Doctor kissed Rose and absorbed the Time Vortex from her. Then he regenerated into the tenth reincarnation of himself," Jack explained.

"All right, next question," Rory said slowly.

"That's it. That'll be all, thanks," Jack said. He turned to leave and ran to find Sherlock and John. He turned corners and through hallways until he finally found Sherlock and John. Snogging.

Sherlock and John had been sitting in the TARDIS just talking for a long while. John had a sudden realization.

"Sherlock, what if we never get back to London?" asked John nervously.

"We will, John."

"How do you know?"

"Because it will make you feel safer," Sherlock admitted.

"Oh. Brilliant. Sodding lovely."

Sherlock laughed. John forced a smile at the sound of Sherlock's deep laugh. John looked over at Sherlock who looked exceptionally happy. Sherlock caught him gawking.

"If you're going to stare, at least try and do it subtlety," suggested Sherlock. John blushed.

"Sherlock, I'm serious. I'm worried that we'll end up dying here. Or somewhere far, far away and I want to make the most of it."

"How so?"

"Take a leap of faith and show you how I feel every chance I get."

"I understand," replied Sherlock. And so he showed him that he cared. Sherlock pulled John toward him and pressed his lips against his fervently. John wrapped his arms around Sherlock's waist and Sherlock tangled his fingers in John's hair and pulled him on top of him. John moved his hands to Sherlock's chest and wrapped his legs around Sherlock's waist. It was in this moment that Captain Jack came into the room.

Jack hurriedly left as soon as he walked in. He felt a pang of longing for Ianto as he saw the two men entangled with each other on the floor. He decided to let the men keep their newfound love for each other. It was obvious that this was new, they were far too eager. Jack went to find Ten and Rose. He wandered the halls and thought about Ianto and Gwen back in Cardiff. He wandered the halls for what seemed like hours until he finally found Ten and Rose. They too, were snogging.

"Room for one more?" he said suddenly. Ten and Rose jumped and Jack chuckled.

"Jack…hello…" said Rose awkwardly.

"Hello," he said cheekily.

"Um, we were just-"

"Just…uh-"

"I get it, best wishes to you both," Jack chuckled. He ran off to Eleven.

"Some major plot developments have occurred. Sherlock and John were snogging, that's new. Your tenth self was snogging Rose, that's new," Jack reported. Eleven flinched with what looked like physical pain.

"He can't. I'm sorry, I'm so, so, sorry Doctor," Eleven lamented to himself.

"What's wrong?" asked Jack.

"I can't kiss her. I can't. I just-" he paused while he contained his anger and sadness, "I can't." He said mournfully.

"I understand. But let Sherlock and John keep their love. At least give someone a chance," advised Jack.

"Of course," replied The Doctor, "How are the Ponds?"

"Nothing important. They were, however, questioning your past. You should take care of that."

"Questioning me how? Were they losing faith in me?"

"Yes," replied Jack sadly. The Doctor sighed.

"Fine, fine…" he trailed off, "Fine," he whispered.

Nine sat at the pool and thought. He thought of his Rose and how much he missed her. He stared at the water to try to calm down. He tried breathing evenly. He whirled around as he heard footsteps echo in the pool room.

"What's wrong?" asked Jack.

"Rose," he replied in a deep, melancholy voice.

"Ah." Jack understood completely. He sat down next to Nine and stared at the pool. It started to ripple and splash around... The TARDIS was moving.

Panic erupted on the flight deck. Eleven clung to the leather chair next to the control panel. Ten and Rose rushed in and tried to stabilize it.

"It won't work!" shouted Eleven over the rumbling.

Sherlock and John ran into the flight deck and tried everything they could to help. It was useless. They were on their way through time and space, with no way of stopping it, or knowing where the TARDIS was going to land. They were doomed.

I am so sorry this chapter was SO late. But, I love this chapter. I kind of half-assed this one, but it's still good. Favorite this story, leave me a review, tell me how much I suck, thanks! 3