I am so sorry it took me so long to post this. My computer committed suicide and took half of my work with it, so I had to start all over. It was supposed to be up last week, and then I got sick and had tons of stuff to do and blech! It was a mess. Anyway, I want to update every Monday if I'm able. I'll try not to leave you guys hanging like that again. I super apologize. Also, for anyone who reviewed or messaged me, I apologize if I didn't answer. I can't remember who all I answered. Well, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

River didn't sleep very long, if she slept at all. She came down the stairs into the main room to find James and the Doctor down below, glued to whatever tinkering they were doing to the TARDIS's underbelly. Wires zapped and sonic screwdriver buzzed as they discussed different ways to increase efficiency. From a distance it sounded as though they were arguing, but as she got closer, she could confirm that it wasn't as much arguing as it was having a heated, companionable exchange.

"That's not going to work," James insisted.

"Of course it will. Just watch," the Doctor replied confidently. "Just need to tweak this... and this... and-" he and James jumped back as a spark jumped out from where he had been working. They stared at it, looked at each other, then burst out laughing. Apparently the damage hadn't been enough to bother either of them.

They both looked up as River came down the stairs, stopping on one of the last few steps and leaning over the railing to look at what they were doing. "It's upside down. Turn it the other way."

James and the Doctor looked at each other, then at the tangle of wires.

"I'll try, but I don't think its going to work," the Doctor said, then fussed with a few cords. The TARDIS whirred and hummed in apparent approval. The Doctor beamed. "Good. I was beginning to worry that the brakes were broken. I figured it out!"

"Maybe if you didn't keep them on in flight they wouldn't break all the time," River said, ignoring his last statement.

The Doctor frowned at her. "But I like the whaarraaaghhhaa sound."

James laughed. "That was a horrible impression."

"Oh, and you can do better?"

James shrugged, cleared his throat and proceeded to make wheezing, whirring sounds as close to what the sounds of the TARDIS as he could manage.

The Doctor shook his head. "No, no, it's more wheezy," he said, demonstrating.

"Your pitch is too low. You sound like a velociraptor with a cold," James said.

They both wheezed and whirred as they tried to mimic the sound and River just watched with an amused expression.

"You can stop that now," she said with playful annoyance.

They stopped.

The Doctor stood up from the swing, "Did you sleep any?"

River shrugged. "Enough. Looks like neither of you got a wink."

"We were busy."

"So I see," she said, then glanced at James. "He looks tired."

James expression became flat with irritation. He didn't appreciate being talked about as though he couldn't hear. She either didn't like him or didn't trust him, maybe both, and although he knew why, it didn't change the fact that it hurt him a bit more than he thought it would.

"He's only half Time Lord. He should sleep," River said.

"I'm right here, thank you," James groused indignantly.

River regarded him guardedly, looking him over as though he were about to go rabid. "So what do I call you? Meta-crisis?"

"I don't call you Human-Time Lord hybrid, so... no. Don't call me that. I have a name," James said.

"John Smith, then?"

"James."

River gave him a puzzled look. "James?"

"Yep," he said, letting the P pop.

"Why James?"

"I didn't want to be called John."

"Why?"

"Because that's the Doctor's alias. Not mine. I wanted my own name."

She nodded, looking interested. It looked like she had another question she wanted to ask, but she didn't.

Before an awkward silence had the opportunity to settle in, the phone on the console rang. The Doctor jumped up from the swing a little too abruptly and it bobbed back and forth unsteadily as the Doctor began running up the stairs, proclaiming, "I'll get it!"

He made short work of rushing up the stairs and snatching the phone from its cradle. "Hello?" He listened as whoever was on the other end answered. and then smiled happily. "Jack! Good. Hold on. Let me get you on the screen here," he said, flipping a switch. The screen came to life and viewed the interior of Torchwood 3. Jack appeared shortly, hanging up a cell phone and sitting down in front of it.

"Hey, everybody," he said pleasantly, then saw River. "Ooh, whose your new lady friend?"

"River Song. And don't," the Doctor warned.

"I didn't do anything."

"You would've," the Doctor said, then before he could defend himself asked, "How's the search going?"

Jack grinned. "I've got a name."

The Doctor's brow rose in surprise. "You do?"

He nodded. "Yep. His official records were mysteriously destroyed, but I talked to the Director of the Time Agency and he remembered his name. Grant Segoma."

"That's another alias," River stated.

Jack's face fell. "What do you mean?"

"It's an anagram of Morgan Gates."

Jack stared at her for a minute, then looked up and to the right as he thought about it, then frowned. "Oh. Well, crap."

The Doctor waved a hand dismissively. "It's alright. I didn't expect to get a name. What else did you find out?"

"Well, I looked up the name Morgan Gates, just to see. Asked some of my shady connections if the name was familiar. I didn't think I would find anything, but something actually came up. He buys guns and ammunition from a guy in Vahptilliorbus. You know where I'm talking about, right?"

The Doctor nodded. "The Cryo Galaxy."

"Right. Well, he's been buying from the same gun dealer for several years. People around there know him by different names, but they all know his face. You could start looking there."

"Great! We'll have a looky-loo. See what we find," the Doctor said. "Anything else?"

"Yeah. It's a criminal hub, so you'll need to be careful."

"I'm always careful. Careful's my middle name," the Doctor said with a reassuring smile.

Jack's lips lifted in an amused smirk. "You want any help?"

"We're all set for now. If I need you, I'll let you know, though. Thank you, Jack."

Jack nodded. "Sure, Doc."

The Doctor switched off the screen and then turned to James and River. "Well, we now have our destination."

River smiled. "Sounds like fun," she said with a mischievous grin.

James smiled, clapped his hands together and rubbed them eagerly, then went to the console and positioned himself slightly opposite to the Doctor.

River, never missing a beat, took a position to the left of James so that each of them were evenly spaced apart from each other around the console.

The Doctor beamed and threw several switches. The TARDIS lurched and the three of them grabbed hold of the console. River got to work on her section of the console, turning knobs and pressing buttons quickly while James and the Doctor did the same on either side of her.

The lurch was likely the thing that woke Amy and Rory from their slumber, because they carefully made their way down the stairs, holding onto the railing in case the TARDIS should lurch again.

"Good morning, sleepyheads," James said when he saw them, grinning happily at them as he worked his area of the console.

"You just missed the phone call with Jack," the Doctor said.

"Did he have anything interesting to say?" Amy asked, sitting down on one of the steps while keeping a firm grip on the railing. Rory stood on the step above her, holding the railing as well and looking very scruffy, his hair all in a floppy mess. He yawned and rubbed his tired eyes.

"Yes, actually. We're going to go find Mr. Boots' gun dealer," the Doctor stated.

"That sounds like a horrible idea," Rory said, stifling his yawn and looking at the Doctor like he was insane (he often gave him this look).

"What's so horrible about asking a heavily armed dealer questions about his most loyal client?" the Doctor asked.

"Do you even listen to yourself speak?" Rory asked.

"Don't worry, Rory. We've dealt with a lot worse," River said.

"That's not all that reassuring."

"It's really not as bad as it sounds," James said. "The dealer probably won't mind giving us some basic information, as long as we make it worth his while."

"What exactly do you want to know?"

"I just want to know where he is so we can talk," the Doctor said.

"You're just going to sit down and talk with the man who's trying to kill you?" Amy asked incredulously.

"I'll bring tea as incentive," the Doctor teased. "He won't be able to resist. Who could? Tea is delicious. So are crepes. And Jell-O. Do you know how it's made? It's really quite interesting. They take bones and intestines from-"

"You're losing focus, sweetie," River said gently.

"Right. Anyway, should be fairly simple."

"Sure, it sounds simple, but with you, Doctor... it never is," Rory grumbled.

"Thank you for the vote of confidence. Now, who would like to see Vahptilliorbus?" he asked as he hopped down to the front door.

"What's that?" Amy asked.

"Have a look," he said, opening the door.

Rory looked at Amy, who didn't seem as concerned as he was. He waited for confirmation from her that it was alright and followed her outside. River, James and the Doctor followed them out.

The TARDIS had parked behind an old decrepit building, neatly hidden away from prying eyes in the tight alley. The Doctor led the five of them out of the alley and into what appeared to be a small town with buildings scattered here and there. Whoever made the layout for the town had done a poor job.

They had come out to what looked like the town square, where most of the traffic bustled through, glaring at each other warily and talking to each other in dark corners, voices hushed into barely audible whispers.

The Doctor looked around for a moment. "Hmm... now where would you go to find a gun dealer?"

"The pub," River said.

James looked at her.

She looked back at him innocently. "What?"

"How do you-"

"Right! Pub. Where's the pub?" the Doctor interrupted, looking up and down the street.

James gave River one last suspicious look and then looked down the street.

"That way," he and the Doctor said at once, both of them marching off in opposite directions.

Amy, Rory and River remained where they were, unsure which one they should follow.

Sensing that they weren't being followed, the two of them turned around and reconnoitered back with the rest of the group.

"Um... has anyone seen the pub?" the Doctor asked.

"It's over there, sweetie," River said, pointing at the building across the street.

"Oh, right. Well, let's see about finding that dealer, then, shall we?" the Doctor said, then lead the five of them across the street.

I also apologize for the shortness of this chapter, but it had been so long since I've updated I wanted to put something up for you guys. So here it is. As I said, I'll try to post every Monday.