Hi again! It's me! I'm alive! But but, that's impossible- you may mutter, but I am. So here's a real short chapter, focusing on an explanation of Jack, whom I regret to say I can't write that well, and I hope to update again tonight! I am almost completely certain that I will. Well, -Ish. Kinda. A bit.

Jack fidgeted in the darkness. Well, it wasn't really dark but he was blindfolded and chained to the wall. Not that he wasn't a fan of that sort of thing, but for once he had to agree with the Doctor- there was a time and a place. It wasn't now. Nothing had happened for hours and hours and he was so bored that he had imagined nearly 17 plans to escape (was halfway there on the 17th but what if the guard was hot? He couldn't just ignore that...) but instead of putting any of them in action, he was biding his time, waiting for the Doctor. He hadn't seen his skinny arse ever since The Year that Never Was on the Valiant. Of course, he wouldn't put meeting the Doctor again so high on his priority list if it wasn't for the misterious woman who just walzed right into the Hub one morning and declared she was the Doctor's daughter.

A right surprise that had been. At first he had snorted with disbelief, (what happened to not doing domestic, doc?) but then a particular detail came to his attention. She was blond. The Doc, in both incarnations had not been. She also had two hearts and after waiting patiently to be scanned by the apprehensive Torchwood opperatives, she checked out as Time Lord. So that allowed a few possibilities: One- she was an escapee from the Time War, just like the Master had been, and was one of his children from before that (hadn't he mentioned something about having a granddaughter?). Two, she was the current Doctor's daughter as she said, but she had already regenerated into a new face, so she didn't resemble him much. But that was unbelievable, frankly...unless... but she was trapped in another universe, the Doctor had said. Jack frowned under his blindfold as he retraced his logic. Well, at least his little Rosie wasn't dead, right? Aanyway, back to possibility three, the one that- as hard as that is- utterly terrified him. That the woman was actually the Master regenerated. Or from before in his timeline. As a girl.
Well if anything, that filled him with mixed feelings.
When he looked closer though, into her eyes: they were full of curiosity and honesty, untempered by the ages he found in the Doc's ones or by the madness and desperation in the Master's. So, giving her the benefit of doubt, he called up Martha (who had apparently started to work in Unit on Earth after the whole ordeal and had even met the Doctor and his new companion recently) and there was a lot of squeeling, happy tears on both sides of the phone, jumping around and lots and lots of questions.
Apparently all of his theories about Jenny had been wrong. Which was a good thing, because she was incredibly attractive and flirty and it would have been such a pity if she was really a relative of the Doctor. Well she was, but in the more -having good times with her- allowing type of way, than all the other options had been. Jack smirked.
And that is how he ended up here, tied up in the rather disappointing type of way. Never could resist a damsel in distress, he could. By trying to contact the Doctor (his phone wasn't working for who knows what reason) after weeks of waiting around in the Hub, having general catching up with Martha, and training Jenny (she was surprisingly, even after one knew the context of her very existence, well versed in combat) they had attracted some sort of cult or something- the Collectors, who detected the phone call to the TARDIS and went right through the rift. No biggie, he had thought at the begining but they had 'collected' such impressive technology that within moments the whole team was rendered unconscious, including Jack. Luckily, as they explained to him later, they were aiming to 'collect' all the immortal beings in the universe not kill and had not harmed any of his friends. They only aimed to learn about immortality from the three great ones. All the three of them. Jack hadn't liked the sound of that. The only other two close to immortal beings he knew , he definitely did not want trapped. His chances of dancing with them would be terribly slim if they were! Luckily, it turned out, as he found out after his bum was pinched while he was transported to from one area to the other, that Jenny was still on the loose and working for the Collectors now, hoping to use their plan to reunite with her Dad. He hadn't seen her after that and he had been relocated at least 10 times. He was willing to bet they only had like 3 cells and kept moving him from one to the other after a long walk around the facility. There were way too many left turns in each walk and all the cells smelled suspiciously the same.
Jack signed. He hoped something interesting would happen soon.
It did.