A/N: Hey, so it's been a while lol. I'm going to try and get some of my fanfictions back on track! Here is a bonus scene from Jack & Donna's perspective that never made it into the last chapter! Hope you are all doing well :)

"So," said Jack conversationally, resting his arm on the side of the pool, "How's it goin'?"

He was, as is to be expected, trying to chat up a very pretty girl - although only because the blue-eyed guy with the tongue piercing on the other side of the pool had made it perfectly clear he only dated androids.

The girl, however, seemed quite taken with Jack. She had caramel-coloured skin and impossibly long, shining blonde hair which spilled from the top of her head and out into the water for several metres, giving the impression that somebody had upturned a large bottle of gold ink into the pool. She also had blindingly white teeth which made her almost too dazzling to look at when she smiled. She smiled now, and Jack casually averted his gaze.

"Pretty snazz, thanks!" she replied, "Are you likin' the party?"

Jack shrugged nonchalantly. "It was boring before you turned up."

The girl laughed, and Jack thought he saw a few people shielding their eyes.

He was just about to offer her a go on his fish-simulating Gibgobian snorkel when a familiar voice said, "Oi, flyboy!"

Jack turned and looked up at Donna Noble, standing at the edge of the pool, and fully expecting her to be angry at him about something. He was surprised when he saw the amused look on her face.

"What?"

"You have got to come see this."

"Not now, I'm kinda busy..." he glanced at the gold-haired girl, who didn't seem at all bothered by the interruption and was looking at Donna curiously.

"Yeah, I can see that," said Donna impatiently, "But I swear, you do not want to miss what's goin' on right now."

Jack sighed. "Okay, fine." He turned to the girl. "I'll be right back, sweetie."

"No, it's okay," she smiled, and Donna took a dazzled step back, "I'll come with you. I want to see what's going up."

They both climbed out of the water (With some difficulty, as the girl's wet hair seemed to weigh more than her whole body), and followed Donna towards the main hall and dancefloor.

"I didn't catch your name," said Donna to the girl, glancing at her before casually looking up at the night sky to avoid a blinding smile.

"Marie," said the girl, "But the world calls me Goldy. And you, dear?"

"Donna," smiled Donna, "Nice to meet you."

"So what's this thing you wanted to show me?" asked Jack, peering over the glittery heads of the crowd to try and spot anything unusual.

Donna grinned. "Look at the dancefloor."

Jack frowned over at it, and then his jaw dropped.

"Oh my God."

"I know!" Donna squealed.

"What? What is it?" asked Goldy, who was standing on tiptoe. Jack leaned over and pointed, directing her gaze towards the lefthand side of the dancefloor, where Martha Jones and the Master were dancing to the slow, haunting music that had just started, apparently of their own free will, although Jack was skeptical.

"Them?" Goldy frowned. "What about them?"

"Well..." Jack began slowly, "They sorta hate each other."

"Why are they shimmering, then?"

Jack had learned that 'Shimmering' was a slang term for 'Dancing' in this era.

"Beats me."

"Do you think he hypnotised her?" asked Donna. Goldy frowned at her. "That's illegal."

"Is it?"

"Yeah. Human rights something-something of 2055, section something, I think." Goldy muttered. "I dunno."

Jack shrugged. "Well, she's not in any real danger right now."

Donna raised her eyebrows. "If waltzing with that nutcase isn't real danger, I dunno what is."

"Yeah, but he's not gonna try anything with all these people here," said Jack, "And look. The Doctor's over there too, with Rose."

"Oh yeah." Donna said, spotting them. They were on the other side of the dancefloor, doing a kind of hugging walz. Rose had her head on the Doctor's shoulder. Donna grinned. "They are such a couple!"

"Wonder what the Doc thinks of all this."

"I don't think he's noticed. He'd probably panic and drag the Master back to the TARDIS and lock him up for a week."

"Shall we tell him?"

Donna considered this, tapping a finger to her chin. "Nah."