"Your hopeless, Squeaks, you know that?" A voice broke me out of the daze I seemed to be in.

I hated this, feeling weak. There was an extensive amount of pain around my chest, stopping me from making any sudden movements. Did I really go down with one shot? This is stupid, I'm not letting my life slip away from my grasp so easily .

I struggled to sit up from the ground I was laying on as I managed to open my eyes.

"Squeaks?" That was Jack, I was sure of it. Where am I? "I just shot you, God, you're going to kill me as soon as you get up." He laughed for a couple of seconds before he immediately stopped. "Something's wrong." Jack voiced out in concern. "Owen!" I barely heard him yell as I took a look at my chest to see it covered in blood. The crimson color brought painful memories back, one at a time.

"No." I whispered. "Make it go away!"

I shut my eyes tightly. Why did the flashbacks of my dreams come back? I thought I had gotten over it by now. The same screaming children ran away, stumbling over objects scattered in their paths. A while back I thought the dreams only came because I had watched way too much doctor who, but now, I wasn't so sure.

"Owen!" Couldn't Jack be quiet for a second? Well, I had just gotten shot so I guess I could understand to a certain point.

I grimaced as a fresh wave of pain came. More yelling from Jack made me turn my head toward him. "You're not healing, tell me what's wrong." He softly shook my shoulders.

I ignored him as I tired to concentrate on something other than the pain.

When you get shot, open the fob watch.

Max. My eyes widened and I let out a grunt. She told me that opening the fob watch would save me, but, should I really listen to someone I had barely met? I thought it over for a couple of seconds before I made up mind. Yes, I had to listen to her. If the Doctor trusted her, she couldn't really be all that bad could she?

"Come on, stay with me." Jack's concerned face appeared in my line of sight. Right, he was here.

"You idiot." I managed to whisper out as blood started to drip from the corner of my mouth. Jack let out a relieved smile but it immediately fell a few seconds later as I lifted my hand up and curled it into a fist.

"Squeaks?!" He struggled to get up in time before I hit him, but didn't succeed. I managed to land a soft blow on his jaw and smiled a bit at his reaction.

He was rubbing his jaw with a wounded look, not even bothering to look at me. I took it as an advantage and swiftly pulled my fob watch out from beneath my blood-stained shirt. I frowned at that. Blood is really difficult to get out of white clothing and I really loved this shirt. Max owed me a new shirt next time I saw her.

I paused at that thought. Really? I was thinking about my shirt at a time like this? When I was in pain? Wait a minute. I suddenly stopped my thoughts and looked at my chest.

"Hey, you okay?" I ignored Jack as I frowned and poked at my chest a bit with the hand that wasn't holding the fob watch. Now that had I stopped being over dramatic, I finally had the sense to notice that the pain I was feeling was nowhere near as painful as it should be. For the love of God, I had just gotten shot and here I was, dealing with it all like a badass. I knew I wasn't capable of being that strong at this point.

"Jack." I called out with a hoarse voice. "You mentioned something earlier about healing?" The white button up shirt I was wearing was soaked with blood and making me highly uncomfortable. I raised my free hand and started to unbutton my shirt quickly.

"Um, I don't think that a certain someone would appreciate you undressing in front of me but if you're that eager-" While giving me a suggestive look, Jack had kneeled really close to me.

Not two seconds later, he was cowering away as his jaw received my anger once again before he could even finish that sentence.

"Would you stop punching me! I was only joking!"

I narrowed my eyes at him as I finished with the last of the buttons on my shirt. I was glad I was wearing a sports bra underneath, seeing as this pervert was making weird comments. "Shut your trap, will you." I looked at my chest, around where the bullet whole was supposed to be, cleaning some of the blood off with the edge of my shirt.

At this point I had completely disregarded the fact that blood was hard to take out of white clothing and instead, focused on the supposed wound.

I cringed as I saw the bullet hole. Yes, it was there, but I felt nothing in comparison to what I should be feeling. It was nothing major, just a dull ache.

"Don't you dare ta-" Jack visibly paled as I inserted my fingers into the wound and dug around in search of the bullet.

"Ugh." Okay, the pain was slightly increasing but again, nothing major as I widened the opening of my wound. "Got it." My fingers where placed around the top of the bullet, carefully pushing aside some of my shredded flesh. I suddenly stopped as I felt a bone which I assumed was my rib cage. That was way too close.

"You're gross." I looked at Jack as his face showed disgust. Figures.

"Shut up Jack." I mumbled.

With that, I forcibly pulled the bullet out. Blood splattered across my face from the force of the pull but I paid it no mind as my eyes focused on the place that was supposed to be gushing blood.

I stiffened as the wound slowly started to close.

No freakin' way.

"Is that how-" Jack trailed off as he saw the hole in my chest finish closing, seemingly leaving nothing behind except for the blood that had spilled earlier. I was too awestruck to really do anything other than stare at my chest with wide eyes.

After a few seconds, an audible sigh was heard from Jack, making me look up. "No wonder you never let anybody see you heal, it's disgusting." He pulled me up, seeing as I was still in shock, and pulling me toward a door a few feet away from us.

"Yeah." I took a deep breath and placed the fob watch around my neck again. All I could think about was about how Max told me to open the fob watch, yet I didn't. She told me it was going to save my life but I didn't need it so I didn't do it. Would this change anything?

In the future I was going to regret this, not opening the watch. But it couldn't be helped and at that moment, I had no idea that a decision as small as that would hurt me as much as it did.

Jack left me alone in his room after he had explained that we were in the torchwood building. He kept complaining about how much I needed a shower but as much as I wanted to argue, I had to agree. Shirt drenched in blood, I was starting to stink of it. I was sure that if I didn't wash it off soon, I would smell like it for days to come.

"Freakin' Jack shot me." I still couldn't believe it. Jack kept making excuses about how it was my fault since I just appeared in the middle of the shooting range while he was firing at some of the dummies. Guess it was more of Max's fault than ours.

Showering took more than an hour, seeing as the blood was thoroughly caked on and just wouldn't come off easily.

When I got out I found clothes that were left in the bathroom for me, making me narrow my eyes. They weren't there before. If Jack even thought about bringing them in while I was showering, I was going to kill him. I secured my towel around me and neared the clothes. The note that lay on top brought me out of my murderous thought.

Found these in our storage unit. Hope they fit, it's the best we got at the moment. -Gwen

So it was Gwen. That relieved me a bit.

I looked at the jumpsuit as I lifted it up to get a better look but panicked as soon as I saw it. There was no way in hell I was going to wear this.

The black jumpsuit looked really tight and with just one look, I knew it would leave little to the imagination. I let out a growl. Perverted Jack was probably in on this.

I ran my hand through my wet hair and let out a short sigh. Let's see how it'll fit then.

Never in my life had I ever been as relieved as I was right now that I was this small. The tight black jumpsuit was a bit loose on me, not much but just a little. I had also given a sigh of relief when I found out Gwen brought me a wife beater black shirt in case I needed it.

I pulled the jumpsuit up to my waist and placed the black shirt on too and proceeded to tie the arms of the suit around my waist. I quickly put on my combat boots and stuffed the long leg material into the boots. There had remained at least a couple of inches of extra material of the pants because of my short legs and it would only slow me down.

Again, I had to be grateful that I was this small, as the pants section of the jumpsuit wasn't too tight. I could at least breath.

"I'm still going to kill Jack." I grumbled as I passed my fingers through my half dried hair. Since I didn't have a brush, my hair had dried wavy but I decided to pull it up in a ponytail, seeing as I would most likely be running. My long hair would only get in the way.

As an afterthought, I put the fob watch around my neck and slapped on the vortex manipulator on my wrist which had surprisingly stayed clean during the part here I almost bled to death.

That reminded me, I still felt confused about the whole thing. When I was showering, I checked the spot where I had been shot but there was only a scar left. The weirdest part was that it looked aged by at least a couple of years.

Although the healing quickly thing wasn't new, I had never experienced it with this sort of wound. It was always a small wound that soon disappeared a few days later. My parents always said that I was just a fast healer.

This was much bigger though. The bullet was very close to the heart, seeing as it grazed one of the closest bones on the rib cage, yet the injury had disappeared completely. I couldn't even figure out how I had pulled the bullet out. That should have involved much more than just my fingers to pull out.

My forehead wrinkled a bit before I shrugged and headed toward the door. I'll find out more soon enough anyways, I was sure of it.

Why? I was this close to beating up Jack but no, the vortex manipulator had decided that I was needed somewhere else, therefore dragging me to another point in time which would most likely be with the Doctor. I didn't even know that the vm could work by itself. I thought I would have to press something every time but I guess not.

I felt the air around me change as I appeared in front of some flats but I remained grumbling out complaints of not being able to beat Jack up. Don't get me wrong, he was a great guy but he just happened to get on my nerves today. That little bastard shot me, even if it was on accident and I wasn't actually hurt for more than a couple of minutes.

"Where the heck am I?" I looked around in confusion but immediately smiled once I caught sight of the tardis a couple of feet behind me.

"Sexy!" I raced toward the blue box, hugging her once I was close enough. A hum sounded from the box, making me grin.

"I missed you too!" I laughed softly before looking around. "Where has the Doctor gone this time? He never leaves you alone." Suddenly a worried sound came from her.

I opened my mouth ready to talk but was cut off as I spotted a group of three santas outside the flats.

Oh crap. The Doctor had just regenerated and didn't really appear much in this episode. He was mostly asleep. Aww, I was going to miss seeing his energetic self for the time being. I still had to do something though, I can't just stand around while everything exciting happens to everyone except me.

"I'll be back old girl." I patted the tardis and raced around the santas, loving how they just ignored me as I ran up the stairs nearby.

"Dun, dun, duro, dun, dun, doroodoo!" I hummed to the mission impossible theme song as I tried to cartwheel my way through the whole building. Tried being the key word.

Since I had deemed myself way to awesome to even look where I was heading as I continued my cartwheels, I kept bumping into the walls. And at this point I didn't think my head could take any more direct hits to the wall.

"Way to kill my badass moment." I grumbled as I finally had to stand up and be "mature" once I realized I was getting way to close to the edge and had the probability of falling off.

Now, back to business. I took two steps forward before I immediately stopped.

Wait a minute. I had no idea where Rose's flat was.

"Idiot!" I stomped around in place a couple of times with a huge frown on my face before the door closest to me opened in a hurry.

"Ahh!" I karate chopped the air in front of me five times with my eyes closed, out of shock.

Seeing as no one had attacked me yet, I open one eye just a bit and found Rose staring at me.

"The hell?!" I straightened my posture and smiled. "Rose!" Laughing, I jumped up and down in place a couple of times.

"Bay, calm down."

I stopped my jumping and glanced at the people behind her. A couple of paces behind Rose was Jackie and Mickey, followed by the unconscious Doctor being dragged.

"Mickey Smith!" I exclaimed.

"Who's that?"

They didn't know me? Ouch. Guess I really didn't last long with the Doctor.

I remember now though. The 11th Doctor mentioned he had only seen me once in his 9th regeneration and then never again. But I was here now, with the 10th Doctor.

A random voice distracted me before I could think about it anymore.

Sa-

I turned my head, trying to locate the sound.

"Bay?" I turned toward Rose, seeing her and Mickey pull the Doctor out of the flat. They were most likely heading out toward the tardis to hide.

"Yeah?"

"Help us." She commanded me. I simply nodded and headed toward Jackie to help with the food she was dragging around.

Save-

There it was again. What was it?

Save me-

Save them? From what?

We headed down the stairs and toward the tardis at an incredibly slow pace.

Save me. Help me.

With that, a shiver ran up my spine as we reached the tardis doors. The voice was creepy and almost childlike.

Free me.

I ran inside the tardis as soon as Rose opened the doors. Wasting no time, I dropped the food and raced toward the hallway and into my room.

I wasn't worried about Rose, Jackie, Mickey or even the Doctor. I knew they would be alright.

Open it.

What the crap? I first thought it was a person trying to communicate with me but with the last sentence, I was more than a little confused.

"Ouch!" I flinched as the fob watch around my neck burned my skin. I jumped around, taking it out from under my shirt and holding it out at a distance that I deemed safe. The watch was burning hot. It had even left a burn on the palm of my hand from the two seconds it had made contact.

Open it!

The voice demanded in an angered tone.

Oh hell no! I pulled the fob watch off and threw it on the ground in a hurry. What was going on?

You have to open it.

The voice seemed to calm down a little, almost like it knew how I was reacting.

"Like hell I will." I whispered as I backed away a bit. What the actual heck? It was merchandise. What was it doing talking to me?

A/N-I AM SO SORRY! I know I keep making excuses for not uploading and I'm so sorry! I promise not to make stupid excuses anymore. I didn't have anything written so this chapter is short...I thought I promised to stop making excuses. Don't kill me please, I mean if people still read this and haven't got tired of my shit already. Please have patience with me!