where do we go from here? [EVERYONE]

[the eighth doctor]

The floor collided with his head, and for a few dazed seconds the Doctor wasn’t sure if he was, let alone where. But slowly time ticked by and the room swam into focus, though even then it didn’t make much more sense. The place was expansive, with a high, domed ceiling and something interesting bolted to the far wall, but as his senses returned and the room stopped its sick-inducing twirl, he became aware of others. The tension between them was palpable, would have been even without the guns. A quick survey showed three of them, all unholstered, all pointed at each other in a lopsided but potentially deadly triangle. As the Doctor struggled to push himself upright, at last the garbled dialogue of the others began to distinguish itself into actual words.

Perhaps the clarity was due to the introduction of something familiar, something to cling to, even if that something was an enemy. “Daleks? Are they behind this?” he asked no one in particular. None of them seemed to be taking this well, not like he was. Though confused, he was trying to look at things objectively. The fact of being transported elsewhere against his will wasn’t that upsetting— it wouldn’t be the first time— but the aftershock left a lot to be desired. The Doctor shook his head to rid himself of the wooziness still fogging his thoughts, but that only served to make the headache worse. Wonderful. Whatever had happened, whoever was responsible for bringing him here, he really needed his wits about him. Odds were, the culprit was not friendly. He wondered if it was someone who knew him.

His immediate instincts drew his thoughts to the Master, but that just wasn’t possible. Not a few hours before, he’d been devoured by the Eye of Harmony. Nothing could escape a black hole, or so the Doctor had always heard. No, the Master was gone for good, he reflected with a pang. The man who’d been his friend had died long ago, replaced by a twisted wreck of a soul, but he couldn’t help thinking Koschei had still been hidden away somewhere. All that history between them, it had happened; it had to be there, the memory of it, trapped deep in the Master’s two hearts. The knowledge that now he would never get his friend back, it was like losing him all over again, a rawness gnawing away at him from inside. But he ruthlessly suppressed those thoughts, because they told him nothing about the current situation. If the Master wasn’t behind it, who was? He tried to remember what he’d been doing just before he was brought here.

The doors shut behind him, cutting off his view of the square, the fireworks... Grace. That was precisely the reason why he didn’t switch on the scanner. He didn’t want to see. If he did, he would never bring himself to leave. Pausing pensively for several seconds, he finally wondered aloud, his voice echoing through the girders arcing above him, “Where to now? All of time and space, we’ve got them to ourselves...”

Somehow the notion seemed a little hollow. He was glad Grace had a life of her own, truly he was, but he had hoped she would share at least one adventure with him... well, besides the one they’d just finished, he realized with a self-criminating smile. Nothing left but to press on then. Time to himself, what a foreign concept, he hardly knew what to do with it. He’d barely decided on a destination, begun to type in its coordinates, when the console room seemed to buck and tilt under him. Darkness closed in without warning...

The next thing he could recall was this place, wherever it was. And whoever else was here, they seemed to be strung pretty tight. The Doctor tsked quietly to himself at the overabundance of guns, but was glad to see that at least a few of the people had managed to keep their heads. Well, ‘people’ was just the best term for it. Apparently the towering fellow with the police badge was an alien too. He could have found out which species with his sonic screwdriver, but with tensions running this high, no point in making any sudden moves. It didn’t matter anyway. “You should listen to these two,” the Doctor said, keeping his distance. “We’re obviously all victims here, so waving guns around isn’t going to help anything. It rarely does, but that’s neither here nor there right now. Let’s just take a deep breath— in fact, anyone know yoga? The breathing techniques do wonders for the nerves.” He was rambling, but sometimes it helped to diffuse a tense situation.

[cpt. kara 'starbuck' thrace]

There was too much confusion here. Kara did not like it. She did not like all the voices telling her what to do, and she didn't like the way this mother-frakker was looking at her either. The president gave her consent to let Kara kill the man, and her finger drew a little tighter around the trigger, but something made her hesitate. Whether it was his willingness to let her kill him, or the fact that a frakking person had just appeared out of thin air and was joining in on the shouts to have them all disarm, or just her own conscience trying to prove it still existed (not likely,) she didn't shoot.

That didn't mean she didn't want to, though.

Slowly lowering her gun, Kara took a deep breath and took a step back, glancing at all the people who did seem genuinely as confused as she did, yet she found herself with a lack of sympathy for any of them. Whatever this was, they could all stand around and shout about it if they wanted. She was not going to hang around here anymore.

She was going to go find answers, because there had to be some kind of way out of here, and if there was, she was going to find that too.

Flashing a semi-belligerent smile at all of them briefly, Kara glanced around to be sure they all saw it, before she leaned down and grabbed up her viper helmet "I'm out," she declared before turning on her heel and pushing through the small crowd, her sites set on a door on the far side of the room.

[captain jack harkness]

Way too many people here talking at once, giving him orders. Some FBI Agent, the lady calming to be a president, the person he was holding a gun to now some guy standing between and the latest to give him orders but none of those things stood out to Jack. His attention was drawn to the man with the shaggy had and 18th century clothing or what he thought to be from that time. And what stood out the most, had him drowning out all that was being said around them was that the man knew the Daleks…

His hand lowered the gun slowly and Jack was no really there anymore. His mind roaming off else where wondering whom this man was and how he knew about the Daleks…. Did the Doctor die again and regenerate into this man. It was strange to see him like this if it was truly the Doctor. The last time he had seen the Doctor… his Doctor was right after The Year That Never Was… only last battle with the Daleks. The battle that had brought all the Doctor’s children together in order to save the Earth as well as twenty six other plants.

Jack ignored them all as he pushed his way past them, his gun going into the holster again. His eyes focused on the man who was now talking about breathing techniques. It sounded like the Doctor; he was the only one who could ramble on in a situation like that. Jack came to a stop in front of the man with the long hair and a deep breath was taken. His gaze and posture soften much like a child who had finally found their mother or father after being lost. ”Is that you, Doctor?” His voice shook a little and barely above a whisper. The last thing he wanted to find out was that the Doctor had died again…. Eleven that only meant two more times he could regenerate and come back from the brink of death.

As he stood there, he couldn’t even notice that his body was shaking a little. After all this time, he thought he was going to be killed by the two females who knew each other and the fact that he was without Ianto… finally someone he knew was here. Someone who he could find comfort in… ’Please let it be him…’ He kept saying in his head.

[s.a. dana scully]

"Uhhhhhh..." the soft moan came from a pair of red lips, which belonged to the small body of a redheaded woman who was laid out on the hard, cold floor off to one side, tucked away in shadows. Scully was just now coming to, and her head was killing her.

Too dizzy to sit up just yet, Scully raised her hand and pressed it to her forehead, a deep frown creasing her brow. "Mulder?" She managed to get out the name in a mummer, as she tried to remember what had happened to them. Her.

Slowly realization came, and with it her eyes flew open, and left her wide-blue eyes staring up at a strange ceiling. Sitting up quickly, her hand went to her waist, relieved to find her gun still securely in its holster. "Mulder?" She called again, louder this time and with a bit of urgency in her voice.

Scrambling up to her feet, Scully found her legs to be a bit shaky, and for a moment she considered taking off her heels, but decided against it after she caught sight of a room full of strange people, all of whom seemed to be angry, or armed. Or both.

Reaching down for her gun, and her badge, Scully walked out into the center of the room.

FBI, she declared, not sure if anyone was even listening or cared. "What is going on here?" She asked demandingly, glancing around the room for Mulder, hoping wherever he was in all of this, he was at least okay.

[dr. temperance "bones" brennan]

Trying to think beyond the waves of dizziness was proving more difficult than Brennan was prepared to deal with. Coupled with the obvious mass confusion going around... She didn't like it.

At least one of the most openly hostile women had given up on the situation and walked out. Brennan categorized her as an alpha female type, and very confrontational.

The woman claiming to be part of the FBI immediately caught Brennan's attention. Since the rest of the strange group appeared otherwise occupied, Brennan walked up to the woman, offering a faint trace of a smile.

"I'm fairly certain no one knows precisely what's happened here. I have theories, but I'm not comfortable voicing them until I have further evidence to prove my hypotheses."

Her prevailing theory was they had all been drugged and kidnapped for some kind of other purpose, but the links between them had yet to become obvious.

"Is Mulder your partner?" Brennan asked. She'd heard the woman calling the name out when she'd woken up. It made sense for the agent to wonder where her partner was - after all, even though she wasn't an agent, Brennan's thoughts immediately flew to her own partner.

[the eighth doctor]

The chaos seemed to have reached critical mass. One of the gun-wielding women decided she’d had enough; her exit was abrupt, but at least it left one less firearm in play. She strode off, presumably to search for a way out. “Good luck,” the Doctor called cheerfully after her, but he doubted she’d heard. She seemed to be in an awful hurry. Abandoning her as a lost cause for now, the Time Lord turned back to the others. While his attention had been on the exiting woman, another woman had arrived, but yet another female seemed to be dealing with her. So. Time to see what information they could piece together about their surroundings. Probably they knew no more than he did, having been pulled from their timelines without warning... hm. Time lock, maybe? “Now, what do you all remember just before...”

But his train of thought was interrupted by the authoritative man in the RAF uniform— looked like second World War era. Anyway, the man had holstered his gun and was shoving his way through the mess of people. He stopped just short of barging into the Doctor too; what the fellow said next astonished him. “Well, yes, I am the Doctor...” he answered, trying— and failing— not to look too perplexed. The captain seemed a bit like a forlorn puppy, perfectly natural considering the circumstances, but he also seemed to expect the Doctor to comfort him. He’d be happy to, if only he had the least idea who the man was. The Doctor really hated to disappoint him, but he was older now and less willing (or able) to pretend to know more than he did. Whenever he’d tried it lately, the tactic had blown up in his face. “I’m sorry, but do I know you?” That would be the perfect icing to this whole crazy affair, if he hadn’t recognized a good friend.

[captain jack harkness]

Jack could remember after they defeated the Daleks back on the Space Station how the Doctor just left him... how he spent over a hundred years in the past looking and waiting for the Doctor to show up. Then when he finally found and caught up with the Doctor, he was different. Regeneration to his tenth form… Jack had gone into the chamber because he was the only one the radiation couldn’t affect. The long talk they had while he was in the room. How the Doctor called him wrong, that he was a fixed point in time and space… They joked afterwards then it was more running but then all that lead to the year that never was… to the Master and the nightmares that haunted him to this day.

When the other man said he was the Doctor and that astonished look, Jack became slightly confused. Did the Doctor forget him or was he dealing with an earlier form one that didn’t know him. His Doctor made him into the man he was today took that con man coward and turned him into a hero ”I thought it was you when you spoke about the Daleks and then rambled on about breathing.” There was a tired smile given. Jack was worn out and still not feeling well but everything had been pushed aside the moment he had a gun pointed at him and he had to play it tough. The walls starting to break down from all that when he had to act tough. ”Captain Jack Harkness…” He trailed off knowing he usually followed that up with ‘And Who Are You?’ But he already knew the man in front of him, well in a way.

”I knew your ninth and tenth regenerations… You were good looking in ninth and a rather decent kisses too. Though you left me and took me forever to find you and when I did… you regenerated again and I must admit you were really good looking then… Please tell that you didn’t die again? That some how our time lines crossed and before me is an earlier regeneration...” Jack would blame himself if the Doctor had died again because he wasn’t there to keep the Doctor safe… to tell him when to stop. His blue eyes looked around slowly wondering if that is what happened that all these people were pulled from their times lines and that it wasn’t the work of the rift or maybe both of those things. He finally looked back at the Doctor. "Must say though... you are rather cute looking. The longer hair is a bit different but it could grow on me." He said unable to help the flirting.

[dr. rodney mckay]

All right, well, the terrifying blonde woman (it helped to think of her as the terrifying blonde woman, because without that first qualifier things would no doubt lead to awkward and painful places) was gone now, so that was definitely something. The line of Rodney's shoulders visibly untensed, but not completely; there were still a few people here that seemed far too trigger-happy for his liking. At least none of them seemed to be paying attention to him, though.

And likewise, they weren't the first thing on his mind. Now that his head had cleared considerably and he'd chanced a second look at that thing against the far wall -- that gate, he supposed, although it felt strange to associate the word with something that was so very much not a stargate -- he felt that that was obviously far more important than these troubled but obviously unhurt and very irritating people.

His natural curiosity about new technology and new phenomena won out over his crippling fear of danger, and he moved cautiously closer to it. It gave him a mild headrush, looking directly into that black void, so he concentrated on examining the outer frame, the wires protruding from it, which ran along the edges of the wall and eventually disappeared into them. There was no control equipment, no monitoring devices -- not that Rodney could see, at any rate. Just the frame, the wires and the void.

Eyes still entirely glued to the gate, he raised a hand vaguely, index finger extended, as though he were a student with an answer to share. Good analogy, actually.

"Um," he called. "You guys are still on the 'what's going on' stage, right? Because I think I have some idea."

[s.a. dana scully]

Scully was not at ease here. Not even slightly. Her hard frown did not waver, and she felt like perhaps she had just walked into a bad nightmare, most likely one of Mulder's. As her eyes bounced around between the various faces, and she strained to keep up with all the on going conversations, her attention was quickly pulled away by a genial sounding voice from beside her.

Turning her head to see who it was, she found herself looking at a clean-cut looking woman, who couldn't be much older than Scully herself was, if not younger. Forcing a small smile in greeting, she attempted a small nod, but it was obvious she was uneasy, and it showed in every little mannerism she made.

"Please, share." Said Scully with a slight sigh as she slipped her gun back into it's holster and flipped her badge shut - though she kept that clasped in her hands. "I'm assuming - hoping - I'm not the only one who found themselves waking up here with no memory or idea as to how they arrived to this point?" Looking to the woman with eyebrows raised, and an almost apprehensive sort of look, that expressed just how much she wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer to that.

When the woman asked about who Mulder was, Scully let out a lengthy sigh and nodded her head a couple times in the affirmative. "Yeah. And if I didn't know any better I'd think he might have something to do with this," Scully explained, raising a hand to push some hair behind her ears and sigh again. "But if this was really some sort of prank of his, I'd expect some ufos...or blow up alien dolls, at least."

It was a pathetic and ill-timed attempt at humor, but it at least garnered a small, very unenthusiastic smile from her. The kinds that she gave Mulder when she found some hole in his logic, but didn't want to upset him too much over it.

Dropping her hands back to her sides, Scully sighed again, feeling the headache creeping back onto her, even stronger than before the more she listened to people go on. However, when a lone voice rose above the others claiming to have an explanation for it all, Scully turned her gaze towards a man who stood near a very disturbing looking device, and for the second time in the last ten minutes, she genuinely wished Mulder were here with her.

He'd kill to see this.

[director j'onn j'onzz]

Once the weapons were lowered, J'onn was finally able to lower his arms as well. His badge was slipped back into his jacket, at which point he finally noticed the soot present on it. A half-hearted attempt to brush some of it off of his sleeve was rewarded with as much effort as he put into it. Not that he cared, of course; his attention was already focused back on the group of others around him.

The cocky one who had previously had his gun up was now flirting with a Victorian-era male who had two heartbeats. Okay, so at least he wasn't the only non-human in the room. It gave the Martian a small sense of comfort, which showed as he nodded in recognition to the alien with dueling hearts. His attention was once again redirected, this time to the smaller fellow who had been examining what appeared to be a futuristic gate.

"A warp-gate." J'onn made his way over to the large...hole, for lack of a better term, standing on the other side of it from the scientist, which allowed him to perform his own examination. "That's what it resembles, at least. Warp-gate technology was common practice on Mars. It was what led the Imperium to us..." He peered across to the other side of the portal, directly into the eyes of the other gentleman. "Tell us your idea."

[renee]

It had been a long day, to say the least. Twenty-four plus hours straight of working your ass of to save your country wasn't an every day occurrence, but that was exactly what had happened to Special Agent Renee Walker. Forgive me, Special Agent in Charge. She seemed to keep forgetting that Almeida had killed her boss, the former Director, and that now she had to fill his shoes. To think hours ago he had suspended her indefinitely for trusting Bauer. Maybe she wasn't an agent at all, considering that she had laid her badge down entering to interrogate Alan Wilson against orders. But maybe interrogate wasn't the right word.

The rules are what make us better. That was what Larry had always insisted upon them. But he was dead, and here was Renee disrespecting his death completely. If she had any respect she wouldn't have Alan Wilson's blood between her fingers, the sickening snap of his arm breaking wouldn't be so satisfying.

"Who else is involved?" The words were cold and demeaning. No words came out, even as she grabbed him by the collar and shoved him against the wall, profanities escaping her list. That bastard. "When they slap down the electric chair for you, I'm going to be there Wilson to personally flip the switch. Tell me who else is involved."

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Pain. That was the first thing that Renee recognized a sharp gasp escaped from her lips, waking up in an unfamiliar place. It wasn't the interrogation room that she had been. Immediately she sprung to her feet, which wasn't a good idea. Everything spun a good few moments leaving Renee dizzy momentarily, before her hand rested on the holstered gun at her hip to show both it and the badge clipped onto the waistband of her jeans. She didn't recognize anyone in the room, which was rarely a good sign.

"Jack? Janis?" Useless perhaps as Renee could see they weren't there, but she couldn't help but say it aloud. It was tempting to pull out her credentials and demand answers from everyone in the room, but that didn't seem like it was going to go far. Hesitantly Renee removed her hand from her trusty Glock 19, rubbing her bandaged neck from where Jack had shot her. And of course finished it by burying alive, it was a damn good thing people had adrenaline. It had been a long day and it only looked like it was about to get a longer.

[yolanda7g]

Damon came to, conscious for about a minute now, but he decided not to get up. Instead, he listened to the chaotic noises around him and tried to wait until the weird feeling in his body subsided. And...oh yeah, figure out what the heck happened. His nearly silver eyes gazed around above him - he was on a hard floor. Context clues told him...he wasn't in Mystic Falls anymore.

That is, unless he had some vampire teleporting perk that he didn't know about. Highly unlikely. Above him was a dome ceiling, and several floors of god knows what that he could see at the bottom of the atrium. So what was the last thing he remembered? Hmmm, something along the lines of confessing to Elena that he loved her after realizing that having her end up like Katherine probably wasn't the best thing for her. Being a bitch and...well, dead one way or anther, wasn't so ideal. So he had to get it off his chest.

And make her forget.

Damon really didn't do the whole 'true confessions' thing very well even when he knew Elena wouldn't remember what he said. And deep down he knew what ever feelings he had for Elena, he'd had to nip them in the bud or else Elena, and everyone else involved, would be killed, especially now that the originals were in town. It was time to use that vampire switch - but now, it would be for Elena's sake. Some things are just better left unacknowledged.

Granted, he didn't anticipate leaving through Elena's window after compelling her would take him through some kind of portal - what was this? Some form of Bonnie witch magic? No, he took that back - Bonnie witch magic was too low on the totem pole to pull some crap like this.

He laid there, his head spinning, his body feeling like he just took a small dose of vervain. This sucks, was all he could think about as he listened to the people argue, pointing guns at each other, crazy theories that had something to do with Mars and warp gates, regeneration, UFOs....seriously? Yes. Because zero of this had an absolutely insane tone to it.

Drugs must be involved. Or some chemical imbalance. Or both.

Sarcasm aside, a shot would be really great right about now.

Buuuut since Damon had a feeling that wasn't going to happen any time soon, now it was time to get some straight answers. Damon stood up cautiously, because standing up made that weird feeling in his body even more apparent. It was like he was drinking bunny blood cocktails for the last year or so. Impossible. He would never stoop that low for that long. Ever.But there was no denying he felt weaker than normal. That's another mystery unsolved.

He stood up and gazed around him, nearly all of them seemed to have some kind of pathetic action movie complex, and one of them seemed to have missed the fact that about a century had passed since he last changed his clothes. Vampire? Maybe. Weirdo? Definitely.

"Tell us your idea." one of them asked, if he remembered correctly his name was John. Damon made himself known, walking into the crowd of people. If there weren't so many and no risk involved (since he had no idea where he was), he'd grab any one of them for a snack right now - and not so much because he was hungry. Mostly because he was annoyed - the violence would probably do him some good (release some pent up aggression) and also the blood would probably make him feel better, most importantly. After all the woman who just stood up calling out for someone named Jack seemed like a good start - someone must've gotten her good already, judging from the bandage on her neck.

But for now, he decided to talk some sense. Not that he had any confidence that such sense would register with these people.

"Yes please, tell us. Enlighten us. Are we all in limbo between time and space? Or in some nerd's sadistic virtual reality video game hack? Oh wait. No. Let me guess. We're in purgatory." He grinned with his usual smug arrogance, the sarcasm in his voice showing through. "I have an idea of my own. How about we move this entertaining, but very pointless and unproductive conversation over to someone who actually has a clue?" There's gotta be someone who knows something in this place. And no, he didn't feel the need to continue the round table introductions with his own. Damon had only one thing on his mind, figuring out what the heck was going on and not making friends with possible meal tickets.

[the eighth doctor]

He couldn’t help it. When Jack explained how he’d recognized him, the Doctor broke into a grin. He wasn’t sure exactly what was going on or who this man was, but it was obvious they had met at some point. “Yes, that’s me, ramble-prone. Well spotted.” The Doctor sobered slightly at the exhausted look Jack gave him. It reminded him just how tired he was, too. It had already been such a long, emotionally draining day— killing his oldest friend and enemy, saving the world (again)... saying goodbye to Grace. And then this had happened. It looked like Jack had been in the midst of something too. As if being teleported to a strange place with no warning wasn’t bad enough... The Doctor shook Jack’s hand warmly. “But you already know me, Captain,” he said wonderingly, his mind racing ahead to the implications for his future. Time was such a delicate web; shake one strand, the entire complex is affected.

Then Jack rushed on, not nearly as concerned about the effect this meeting would have on the web of Time. The Doctor did his best to keep up, but his attention was arrested by the claim that he’d been— would be— a “rather decent kisser.” He’d known that kiss with Grace had been a bad idea. The first time, okay, chalk that up to post-regenerative issues. But the second time he’d been in full possession of his faculties. Now look where it had landed him. Apparently later regenerations got... strange notions. Not that Jack wasn’t good-looking, mind; quite the opposite, actually— The Doctor shook his head violently to clear it. See, this was why his default mode was asexuality. However enjoyable, romance always complicated things unnecessarily.

Best to treat it lightly. Well, ignore it for now. If he treated it as a joke, there was the danger that Jack would take it badly. Humans tended to be that way about love. So, just focus on the latter half. “No, no... this explains everything,” he exclaimed with a reassuring smile in Jack’s direction. “This is only my eighth body, so I haven’t met you yet. Well, just did, but... fascinating. So, I’m assuming I didn’t already know you when we met?” If his older self was anything like his younger self, that devious manipulator, it was possible he’d hidden his knowledge from Jack, but he hoped not. He still had memories of his seventh self, and he considered them less than flattering. Anyway, if this was a freak happening, maybe the whole of their timelines were already being rewritten.

Just then a voice recalled to him the presence of other people. Looking in the direction of the speaker, he saw two men— the one who’d spoken and the fellow alien— standing in front of some sort of portal. His conversation with Jack had distracted him, but now the Doctor wandered over to join the pair in examining the strange piece of technology. He stood, hands clasped behind his back, eyes running along its surface. Then he turned to the man who’d spoken. “Do share, then. The more ideas the better.” And speaking of more ideas, the other non-human piped up, revealing himself as a Martian and offering his opinion of the portal as a warp-gate. “That would make sense, it fits with my experience. But it would have to be a pretty powerful bit of machinery to get past the TARDIS’ defenses. Hm. Looks like a time tunnel to me, except we don’t seem to have been taken out of time...” he murmured, blissfully unaware of the irony of this dialog juxtaposed against his clothing.

Yet another voice interjected, full of sarcasm. The Doctor frowned. “In between time and space? Hardly. I’ve never been there, don’t plan to either, but whatever is there, it doesn’t look like this. It’s too reality-based.” He paused, then gave an embarrassed cough. “Of course, you were joking. But you’re right. I’d like to hear what this fellow has to say. Maybe he’s even responsible for all this.” It was highly unlikely, but stranger things had happened. Daily.

[captain jack harkness]

The smile tugged at Jack’s lips again as he seen the Doctor break out in a grin. Even though he wasn’t really sure what kind of Doctor this man was but he knew that deep down, it was still very much the Doctor even without looking like the two he knew. ”Don’t forget running-prone too.” Jack swore that when he was traveling with Ten, they were running more than that they were walking which had him left wondering at times if Ten really knew how to walk. Even after seeing the Doctor in his tenth body, it wasn’t hard to accept him at all. Then again, he had something more pressing at the time than the Doctor’s change… It was Rose and her mother and wanting to know if they were alive.

Here now with this Doctor even it was an earlier body, he was more than willing to accept the Doctor and be beside him again. The handshake was return, a firm handshake before he moved his hand away to cross his arms at his chest. ”That maybe so but I don’t know this body yet, just the man on the inside. As I am sure your personality is different too.” He wasn’t sure why he said that, he was sure the Doctor already knew those things.

Though it was a bit strange to hear himself being called Captain, it was something Nine had called him most of the time. Ten took to calling him Jack most of the time. Oh how he missed Ten and wanted to see him again so badly… But those were thoughts for another time. When it came to sex, it was just that with Jack and it never got in the way of anything else with him. He was able to sleep with someone then go back to being friends or whatever was there before hand. He was the kind of man who tried to keep things simple and from them getting too complicated.

Even if the Doctor had made a joke of what Jack said, he would have laughed right along. Most of the time, he was rather easy going. ”Sorry, I tend to ramble on a little bit at times.” Jack said just in case he had been going on for a while. When the Doctor said that it was just his Eighth body, there was that relief in Jack’s eyes again, really glad that was the case. ”At time, you didn’t say anything but there was always something there that bothered me. Then again, I wasn’t use to people saving my life not after what the Time Agency did to me.” Jack tried to keep from saying too much, he remember how much the Doctor hated spoilers.

Maybe the Ninth Doctor knew this was going to happen, that he need to save Jack but couldn’t say anything. Whatever the reason, Jack was rather glad he had the Doctor in his life. ”I don’t think you will ever stop being devious Doctor. Always seems like you have something up your sleeves.” He added before looking toward the two men who were talking and listened in slightly to them until the ideas about what going on were being tossed around. Rather then getting in the middle of it, Jack hung back and trying to gather information and to see what the ideas were instead of tossing more into the fire.

[dr. temperance "bones" brennan]

Brennan narrowed her eyes slightly, studying the woman in front of her. She'd tuned out most of whatever else was going on, focusing solely on getting her head to stop spinning.

In the process, she chose to distract the nagging side of her mind with talking to someone who should be at least slightly familiar. "It's my understanding that no one knows precisely why we've woken up in this room."

Before she could launch into the possible anthropological significance in a large group all suffering memory loss, one of the men claimed to know what the technology in the room was. Brennan raised one eyebrow, skepticism nearly palpable in the air around her.

Her mouth pressed into a firm line. Metaphorical millions of responses to contradict what they were going on about metaphorically built up in the back of Brennan's throat. She kept silent only because she didn't know the full extent of the delusions they were obviously suffering.

"I don't know what that means," she responded automatically. Pranks with UFOs and alien dolls? What was that supposed to mean?