Chapter 9

By the time we reached the hub, Ianto was silent. Jack had injected a medicine into his wound that was supposed to calm him down, but he still managed to scream loudly in Welsh every time the pain increased for another five minutes straight.

When he became silent, my heart raced. I kept my fingers under his chin, making sure I could feel a pulse. I was so worried for this man who I now considered my friend.

I was highly impressed by the captain. He managed to keep fairly calm throughout the seemingly endless trip back to the hub. It was when we did arrive that he went a little insane.

He was in the back seat in less than a second of parking. The captain picked up the motionless body, and clutched the man to him. His eyes were wild, and he started yelling for me to run.

I tapped my comms unit whilst picking up the emergency kit from the back. "Owen, get everything ready for a gunshot wound, and get something to calm a hysterical person down as well."

"Who was shot?" a panicked voice echoed into my ear.

"Just do it, please." My voice creaked.

"Jessica! Who was shot?"

"Ianto!" I yelled.

There was no reply, and I quickly chased after Jack, who was running awkwardly, trying to support the man without touching either injury. We raced to the invisible lift, where we were lowered in.

Owen stood there, waiting for us, but Jack ran past him. He was whispering to the man in his arms. I walked to the doctor who was rolling his eyes. "How was he shot?" He called to me as he walked to the medical bay.

"Blowfish." I sat down on the couch and thought about the Blowfish whose life I had taken. A single tear fell down my cheek, but I wiped it away before anyone could see. I wasn't going to let this happen again.

"Just calm down Jack!" I listened as the doctor yelled at his boss.

Ianto was on fluids, completely bandaged, and looking a lot better. Owen was attempting to put a needle into his captain's arm, but Jack was dodging him. It was when I walked down the steps and looked at the two men that he stopped. Owen immediately stabbed him with the syringe, and Jack appeared to swear under his breath.

He looked angry at first, but his face grew calm and he sat down, cross legged, on the floor. The doctor and I both laughed, and he took Jack's arm. "Why don't you go get changed." He began to lead the man up the stairs, but stopped and turned to me. "You should too."

I looked down at my dress. The dress, which had sparkled brilliantly earlier as I went to dinner with my now best friends, now was torn and bloody. The color was no longer vibrant. It was dull. I huffed and made my way to my room.

The whole night had gone from a fun time, to a terrible, exhausting one, and it was not over yet. I still had to deal with Jack once this medicine wore off. I removed my once-beautiful dress, and replaced it with sweatpants and a t-shirt.

I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror at myself. This is what I had become. I am a thirteen year old girl who went from being someone who mainly stayed to herself, to this girl who just killed an alien, and tried to console a man when another was shot.

"Jessica Parker, what have you turned into?" I whispered under my breath as I washed my face and arms. I laughed slightly as I thought about the quiet and reserved girl I had been only months ago.

I smiled and left the room, some-what skipping as I walked to the hub again. Owen was down in the medical bay, and Jack was propped against the railing, watching the doctor work. He must have heard me coming, because he stood up straight, and met me halfway.

We sat down on the couch. Jack eyed the spots on my skin where some dried blood still remained.

"Jack, talk to me." I stated it in a way that was not asking for any specific topic.

His concern became confusion. "About what?"

"About you. Tell me something. How are you immortal?" I questioned him.

"There is this man. He is called the Doctor. He says I am a fixed point in time and space. The Doctor is the most intelligent man I have ever met, and I have to believe him."

"How did you meet him?" I crossed my legs and sat sideways so I could look right at him.

"Well, he travels around in this strange blue box. It makes this 'Whoosh' 'Wheeze' 'Whoosh' sound." We both laughed at the noise he had made. "It travels through time and space, and we just happened to bump into each other at one point."

I raised an eyebrow at the ludicrous statement he had just made, but I believed him.

"He is the only person who has made anything of my immortality, and even he says that I am just…wrong." The man before me looked sad.

"Well, I guess we are wrong together." I laughed as I studied my arms and hands. They had been cut up, but were now perfectly clear.

"I suppose." The edge of the man's mouth curled into a smile.

We talked for another 45 minutes before Owen called us both down into the med bay. Ianto was awake, and was dodging Owen's scolding for being shot.

"Hey you two," Ianto's voice called groggily as he stretched.

"Don't move too much," I said, eyeing his shoulder.

"Tea-boy here says you were able to know where he was hit." Owen looked intrigued.

"Yeah, it was kind of a guess, I guess." I blushed.

"That was no guess. You were right on." The doctor was staring at an x-ray.

I didn't say anything else to him, but asked the Welshman how he was feeling. He said he was in pain, but was feeling better. With that, I said goodnight to everyone, and headed to my room.

TWTWTWTWTW

I sat in the dark all night. I knew I would never sleep, but I also felt something was wrong. Owen had taken Ianto to his flat, and was going to watch him over night, just in case. Jack had called me over his comms, and said he was going to bed. He also said I should call if I needed anything. I knew he was referring to my nightmares, but I just let it go.

I braided my hair, then undid it, and redid it again. I was finally about to go to sleep when I heard a noise. The noise was distinct. It slightly resembled the sound the Captain had made earlier when telling me about The Doctor.

I stood up and ran as fast as I possibly could. When I arrived in the main part of the hub, it was windy. Jack stood parallel to me on the other side of the hub. When his eyes met mine, I saw both excitement and worry. I ran to him, watching as a blue 1960s police box came into view. The other immortal kept an arm around my shoulders as we waited for the noise to stop.

I looked at Jack, who whispered three words. "That's the T.A.R.D.I.S!"

Alright! Chapter 9 is complete! I hope you like it! Please R&R I love seeing what you guys think! It really does mean a lot to me! Let me know how you like it! I have planned a few more chapters, but I am really not sure how long I can stretch it out. Thank you! Bye! ~Lexi~