Chapter Seven
Yahs watched Yahlas stand there watching as Jack Harkness splattered into a thousand tiny pieces over the consoles and the walkways and the sodium lights. Drippy pieces of raw Jack slid off the crèche, plopping onto the floor.
"The power surge seems to have finished the man off," Yahs said.
Yahlas looked at Yahs, using the Doctor's old trick of staring and not blinking.
"…he should not have tried it. And you and I still have things to discuss. About that time. I 'will' find it."
"Indeed. As for our… other business, I would rather you not bring up the pirates again, Time Lord," Yahs clicked at Yahlas, eyes sliding past her to a chunk of steaming Jack stuck to a pipe just to the right of the Doctor's forelock. It was dangling a tooth.
"As you like it. I'll be around. I trust you'll let me root about, like before, Yahs?"
Yahlas watched the child walk off, then dug into the crèche, pulling stringy bits of shredded intestine from the mechanisms.
"Pull yourself together, Harkness," she breathed with a smile as she climbed in and began reattaching the filtered mercury tubes to the Doctor's body- her body, for the moment, "I'm going to find him, but you have to keep him alive."