I AM SO SO SO SORRY I was busy... Being a butt. I need to update more often.

Jack's POV

I glanced at Donna when the Doctor sat down. An immediate understanding passed between us, and I got to work on the controls. Something definitely had to be done. After a few minutes, I looked down at him. He was still on the floor, blankly drawing symbols on it. His expression said all the words for him.

"Get him out of here." I told Donna, nodding at him.

Oddly, she followed without any complaint, proceeding to drag him out of the console room.

"Alright TARDIS. I know you hate me, but you must hate seeing him like this even worse. Now, do you have enough to track it or not?" I asked, leaning over to look at the screens.

'She' rumbled quietly, telling me to hush while she checked. Stupid telepathic computers.

After what seemed like a lifetime (or two), she finally blinked a message onto the screen. 'NO MATCHES'.

"Try again." I growled through gritted teeth. "This has never been more important!"

The screen blinked off for a second, then changed to '1 MATCH'.

"Now, how hard was that?" I asked sarcastically. "Can you track it or not?"

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Donna's POV

After I dragged Grumpy out of the console room, I sat down and watched him. He was still drawing those ridiculous circles, only this time it was on paper. They made no sense to me, but it must mean something to him. Shrugging, I walked over to the door, glancing back once to make sure he was okay. Assured he was, I returned to the console room, where Jack was being very rude to the TARDIS. Apparently, she was very scared of him, because she actually listened for once.

Stepping forward, I made my presence known. "She doesn't hate yo as much as she lets on, or she's scared of you." I joked. He glanced back, flashing one of his award winning smiles for the first time in a while.

"Why not both?" He teased back.

I walked over to where he was standing. "Anything yet?"

His mood immediately sobered. "One match. Not enough to track yet, It'll take a few hours. How's he holding up?"

"Barely, he's just randomly drawing circles."
He nodded. "Gallifreyan. He must really miss her."

"So what do we do? You know, until the TARDIS can get there?"

He shrugged. "Cheer him up?"