Halfway Out Of The Dark || The Doctor

Utopia

"Alright, fine." the Artist conceded. She felt extremely uncomfortable about where they'd arrived at. Just like Krop Tor, her natural instinct was to leave immediately, but the Doctor was giving her the puppy dog eyes and she just couldn't bring herself to say no.
The Doctor took her hand and they made for the doors, Martha right behind them.

The trio stepped out of the TARDIS to find themselves on a bleak, barren wasteland. Then, Martha noticed a man's body lying a few feet away. "Oh, my god!" she exclaimed, rushing over to him, "Can't get a pulse. Hold on, you've got that medical kit thing." She rushed back into the TARDIS while the Time Lords slowly walked over to the body.

They recognised it immediately. It was Jack.

"Hello again." the Doctor said to the body, "Oh, I'm sorry."

"Long time no see, flirt boy." the Artist added.

Just then, Martha came out again. "Here we go. Get out the way!" She pushed past the Time Lords and knelt down beside Jack. "It's a bit odd, though, not very hundred trillion, that coat's more like World War Two."

"I think he came with us." the Doctor told her.

"So, that's why you were in such a hurry to leave Cardiff." the Artist realised.

"How d'ya mean, from Earth?" Martha questioned.

"He must've hitched a lift on the outside of the TARDIS." the Artist replied.

"All the way through the Vortex. Well, that's very him." the Doctor remarked nonchalantly.

"What, do you two know him?" Martha asked.

"He's an old friend of ours." the Artist explained, "He used to travel with us back in the old days."

Martha checked Jack's pulse. "But he's... I'm sorry, there's not heartbeat, there's nothing. He's dead." No sooner had those words left Martha's mouth, then Jack suddenly awoke with a gasp, scaring the willies out of Martha. "Oh, well, so much for me." she grumbled, then began to calm the man. "It's alright, just breathe deep, I've got you."

Jack regained his bearings and looked at Martha. "Captain Jack Harness." he introduced, "And who are you?"

"Martha Jones."

"Nice to meet you, Martha Jones." Jack purred.

"Oh, don't start!" the Doctor rolled his eyes.

"Same old Jack." the Artist chuckled.

"I was only saying hello." Jack defended, glancing up at the two Time Lords.

"I don't mind." Martha grinned, helping Jack to his feet.

Once he was standing, he turned to the Time Lords. "Doctor." he greeted coldly.

"Captain." the Doctor responded in a matching tone.

"Artist." Jack said to the Time Lady, his tone a bit less cold but still curt.

"Flirt boy." the Artist responded in the same tone.

"Good to see you both." Jack said stiffly.

"Likewise." the Artist nodded.

"Same as ever." the Doctor added, "Although... have you had work done?"

"You can talk!" Jack retorted. This tall, thin Londoner in a suit was nothing like the big-eared Northerner in a leather jacket that he was familiar with. At least the Artist looked the same.

"Oh yes, the face." the Doctor nodded, "Regeneration. How'd ya know it was me?"

"Well, I'm still the same." the Artist reminded him.