#ciarexmatheson

[aroundthepocket]

gwen is cheating on rhys.... with rex

First it was Owen, and then we suspected Jack, and now it’s Rex?

Poor Rhys.

[thedoctster]

Your Truth Is A Lie ☤ The Doctor(11), Rex, Donna, and Sam

TAGGING: The Doctor, Rex Matheson, Donna Noble, Sam Winchester

TIME FRAME: June 2, evening

LOCATION: The Impala room and The tiger’s room.

GENERAL NOTES: Rex gets a text from Jack to go and find the Doctor. What he didn’t know was that a one man trip would soon turn into a group hunting. However, once they find the Doctor, they might wish they hadn’t.

Rex would hardly admit out loud, but he had grown a bit of a soft spot for the crazy alien he'd been rooming with. The man drove him insane half the time but it didn't take much to realize that there was something just not right about the Time Lord. So when he got Jack's message, he sprang into action- and immediately started checking the more obvious places to find the Doctor first. Their room, the room with the Impala, the kitchen. All absent of the face changing alien. He knew his best bet was the lower decks then, so he circled back to the car with the impala to start from there and maybe question the grumpy owner that had been there. But when he walked in, instead of finding Dean Winchester, he nearly bumped into a much taller man.

Sam was rifling through the trunk of the Impala when he felt someone run into him, lifting his head and hitting it on the roof of the trunk, Sam groaned before standing to his full height and looking down at the other guy. "Are you lost or something?" Rubbing his head, Sam squinted at the pain that was going to come sooner or later before focusing completely on the man. Realising that he seemed impatient and in a hurry, Sam's senses sprung into action and he stood on the defensive. "What's going on?"

Rex stepped back and stared. He had made sure to know everyone on the ship, even if he hadn't spoken to them personally. But this guy was new. "Who the Hell are you?" He blurted, completely ignoring his question. At least until he knew who the guy was that was going through a vehicle that didn't belong to him.

Sam scoffed before closing the trunk and then crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at the other man. "Uh, I think I should ask who the hell are you?" Raising his brow, Sam shook his head at the other man incredulously. "Dude, you ran into me."

Rex narrowed his eyes, in anything but the mood to play games with someone. "Yeah, and I'm sorry about that. Sorta in a hurry and you're not the owner of this car the last I checked." He pointed out, rushing a half-assed apology. "Have you seen anyone else come by here in the last several minutes?" He asked, looking around him and peeking in the car as if the Doctor would actually be hiding out in there. "Oh, and I'm Rex Matheson," he added, almost as an after thought. "Deputy Director in the CIA and captain of this ship. So if you'll excuse me."

Sam warily eyed him before rolling his eyes. "Sam Winchester, this car is my brother's, Dean. So I think I have every right to be here." Cocking his jaw to the side, Sam frowned at the other before turning to look around and shrugged. "My brother was just here with a lady named Gwen and some guy called the Doctor, why you looking for any of them?" Suspicion caught on quickly as Sam began to gear up for whatever might come. "Rex, right. Nice to meet you, and uh, would you like some help looking?"

Rex nodded with narrowed his eyes, "I'm looking for the Doctor. I'd tell you what he looked like, but I would probably be wrong." He held his ground for about thirty seconds and assessed the situation before losing patience and turning to leave once he figured the guy had a point if he actually was Dean's brother. He stopped at the door when he asked if he could come along, immediately suspicious. But he was in a hurry to find his roommate, so he nodded shortly. "If you get in my way or slow me down, don't be offended if I leave you." Was all he said before walking out the door and giving an exaggerated annoyed huff when he nearly ran into Donna Noble. "What the Hell."

Sam scoffed once more before turning his head and nodding. "Yeah, I'll keep that in mind." He mumbled before securing his gun and following the other. "I heard a little bit about you from Esther on the blogs. I figured I could help, I'm a hunter back home with my brother. I've seen some crazy things and trust me, I won't get in your way if you don't get in mine." Sam rambled quickly to make sure Rex knew he wasn't some asshat country kid who didn't know his way around a weapon. However, just as they were exiting to check another room, they ran into someone else. "You got a knack for this don't you?" Smirking he looked up to greet the woman, recognition appearing on his face. "Oh hey, you're Donna right?"

Donna had just made it to the lower decks when she heard some people talking in one of the first rooms. She was a little wary of the lower part of the ship after some of the things she'd heard and knowing that the Master was there and not knowing where either of the Doctor's were had her worried enough to go searching. She stopped outside the door to try and listen enough to see who was inside before barging in, and was just about to do just that when the door opened. She took a step back, looking guilty for listening in for about ten seconds before a more determined look took over. "Yep. That's me," she nodded, offering a quick smile at Sam that didn't quite meet her eyes. "And you're Sam, yeah?" She added before turning her stare to Rex. "If you're looking for the Doctor, I'm coming with you. I'm already looking for them anyway."

Rex was a little annoyed with Sam's rambling and hoped that he didn't do that the entire time, but he was at least a little more reassured that he wouldn't be completely useless in his search for the Doctor. "Not usually," he grumbled in response to Sam's comment about his running into people and quickly brushed himself off. His eyebrows shot up when Donna informed them that she was also coming with them without much of an introduction or apology for apparently listening in on their conversation. "Hell no. No offense, but you'll only slow us down and I wasn't planning on doing this a partner let alone an entire team. You'll probably be safer if you just go back to the top deck and avoid it down here altogether."

Sam smiled back at the woman before raising his brows at her abrasive behavior and then looking back to Rex. "I don't know Rex, it might be better to go as a group than just one of us. Probably safer too. Plus, if we have to split up, we'll be able to cover more ground." Giving a shrug, Sam reached for his back pocket where he pulled out his sheathed knife and handed it to Donna. "You might need it, I heard there's a tiger down here." Looking back to Rex, Sam raised both his brows and gave him as much of an innocent expression as he could.

Donna narrowed her eyes, taking a step closer and jamming her finger into Rex's chest and moved onto her toes so that her face was closer to his. "My best friends are missing. I think they're in trouble and I'm incredibly worried. If you think you're going to be able to stop me from coming along, you've really got another thing coming." she threatened, dropping back to her heels and turning to look at Sam, a satisfied smile stretching across her face. "See, Sam here's got his head on straight." She looked down at the knife and wrinkled her nose, but gingerly accepted it anyway before pocketing it in her front jacket pocket. "Alright then. We've got a Time Lord to find." She nodded once, determinedly and moved past them to take the lead.

Rex 's eyebrows shot up when Donna advanced on him, shooting a look at Sam that mimicked betrayal. "Alright, fine. You can come." He relented, more so they could get moving rather than keep wasting time. Not that the woman needed permission, who already decided she was coming and taking lead. Shaking his head, he mumbled for Sam to "Come on" and pulled out his phone to text Jack with an update. "Okay, if he was last seen in the room we were just in, and he's not back upstairs, he had to have gone this way, so that's our best shot." he pointed in the direction that Donna was already heading, following after her a bit disgruntled.

Sam tried to keep his amusement to a minimum, especially when Rex shot him a look. However, he smiled happily towards Donna and nodded as she took the knife and then the lead. "Should we maybe be careful that something might be different? I mean, the Impala seems to stay in the same place but if you look at the walls... they're not the same as when we were just in here." Frowning, Sam pulled out his gun and began to take the safety off as he held it by his side, being careful to watch his and their backs. "Is there anything else besides the tiger we should be worried about?"

Donna scanned the walls, a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. She knew it sounded ridiculous, but she couldn't help but feel like the ship was working against them. She swallowed thickly and nodded, glancing over her shoulder at the two men. "Tiger's probably the least of our worries.."

Rex "The rooms change," he nodded, walking over to the wall and touching it with the tips of his finger and the other hand moving to rest over his gun holster, ready to yank it out at a moments notice. "And she's right..." He considered telling them what he knew about the Master, but instead his attention was drawn to the next door. "Anything could be in these rooms, so basically expect the worst."

Sam adopted a semi-annoyed expression when neither of them truly answered his question. It was almost like he was talking to his brother and Castiel. "Okay, besides the tiger, I mean, what is it specifically that we should be looking out for?" Edging close to a door that he didn't think was there before, Sam slowly reached for the handle, but stopped when Rex told him to 'basically expect the worst'. "Alright, well I found a door, so... do we want to check it out together or do you want me to head in by myself?"

Donna honestly wasn't sure what to expect. She only hoped that they'd either find one of her Doctors or the TARDIS before anything that might try to cause them harm. She really didn't want to have to use that knife sitting in her pocket. She didn't even really want to think about any circumstances that would call for the need for it. She eyed the door Sam was standing next to with narrowed eyes before nodding. "Let's just all go in together. If the rooms keep changing, it'll be easier to lose each other if we split up." And then she nodded for Sam to open he door and crept in behind him and let Rex take up the back.

The Doctor didn't hear anything at first, except for the dull rhythmic sound that seemed to echo in the back of his mind. That was until he heard voices (and not the one's that were in his mind, those were gone) but ​actual​ voices... and then footsteps! Inhaling sharply, the Time Lord replies to a series of texts from the Master before peering out from the darkness towards the group. "Er... hello? Have you come to save me?"

Rex stopped just outside the door and took another close look around, looking for anything that might be concrete and stay the same and help them find their way back if the rooms changed again while they were inside. Unsatisfied with his findings, he put a notch next to the door in the wall before following after Donna. At first all he heard was silence outside the normal creaking noises that came from the ship, but then he heard the undeniable voice of his roommate - or the voice he had probably come to most at least. "Doctor?" He called out cautiously, moving closer to the voice.

Sam was surprised when he opened the door that it was seemingly normal. He expected it to be some sort of messed up version of the ship. However, he stopped when he heard a voice and looked to Rex when he called back to it. "He's somewhere in the room. Sounds a little... Far away though. How big do you think this room is?" Lifting his head, Sam turned to Donna wondering if she might have an idea.

Donna didn't stop until she heard the familiar voice of the Doctor. Her heart sank when she registered what he said the way he sounded. Then without looking to Rex or Sam, she just nodded as if to answer Rex's question. "No idea," she shrugged at Sam's question and pushed herself forward, walking to the back of the room, that was longer than she anticipated, until she found the Doctor. "Doctor..." She murmured, kneeling down to look at him sitting on the floor. "Yeah, we're here for you. Sam and Rex... Or ​Clare​ is here too." She told him, resisting the urge to fuss over him with the memory of their last conversation still deeply rooted in her mind and unsure how he would react. But she did roll her eyes abit fondly when she corrected Rex to Clare.

The Doctor looked up a bit dazed and focused in onto Donna as she approached closer and then knelt down in front of him. "Donna? Donna Noble? Oh it is good to see you." Smiling at her, he reached up and wrapped his arms around his former companion, holding her into a tight hug that he wasn't so sure he wanted to let go of. Though when it registered that she said Rex and Sam were there, he pulled back and searched her face. "Clare's here? So he ​does​ miss me. Wait-who's Sam?"

Rex blinked, stopping briefly when Donna suddenly rushed forward, leaving him and Sam behind. He shot a glare at Sam as if it were his fault and grumbled under his breath before following behind her. He didn't hear any screams so he took that as a good sign. And then he heard more of their voices and let out a breath of relief. He couldn't even be bothered by the use of Clare when he heard it. "What happened to you, Doctor?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows together and examining the surrounding area looking for any signs of struggle.

Sam watched silently as Donna moved past both him and Rex. He waited for Rex to move before following him, but not before giving him a glared look for silently blaming him for it all. Quietly he listened to the conversation that was going on, and smiled lightly when he heard his name come up. "Sam Winchester, Dean's younger brother. I'm uh... Just here to lend an extra hand." He paused and surveyed the scene before him. "Its nice to meet you Doctor. I've heard a lot of good things about you."

Donna gasped when the Doctor lunged in for a hug, but easily wrapped her arms around him as well and holding him tightly, relieved that he was safe- or that he at least appeared safe. She nodded without looking back to check that they had followed, sure that they had. And sure enough before he could answer about Sam, she heard him answer for himself. With a nod, she pointed her finger behind her at the two men without letting go of him with her other hand. "I was just about to ask the same question myself," she nodded in reference to Rex's question, locking her gaze on her friend before pursing her lips together.

The Doctor listened to what Sam had to say before smiling and nodding at him. "Dan's brother! Oh wonderful, wonderful. Glad you could join us." He continued to hold his cheerful nature before looking towards Rex and then finally resting his gaze onto Donna, practically begging her with a look. "I have met an old friend here and he isn't good. He won't stop until he finds the TARDIS and other Doctor. Please help me find my Metacrisis and my ship because they are both in grave danger." He knew he was lying, and in order for him to be convincing he had to weave in some truth to it. "Donna, please. I'm begging you."

Rex narrowed his eyes and mouthed 'Dan?' Before shaking his head and leaning a little closer and listened intently to what the Doctor was saying even though it was clear he was only talking to Donna. Immediately he pulled out his phone and sent Jack a quick text, letting him know what he just heard hoping he'd get the message in time since he knew Jack was already looking for the Metacrisis as they all spoke. "Jack's looking for him now," he spoke up. "He won't let anything happen to him."

Sam had only met the other doctor through the blogs and heard of Jack from others. But he knew enough to know that the two of them were in some sort of serious danger. Glancing around, the hunter moved closer towards Donna and the Doctor before asking his question. "Can I ask what sort of danger they're in?" Another question passed through his mind when he thought about what a TARDIS was, but he didn't want to seem to quizzical so he resorted to asking later about it.

Donna felt her heart sink and gulped as she kept her eyes trained on the Doctor. The look on his face alone was enough to break her heart, but what words accompanied that look made her arms weak as the worry that had been troubling her already basically doubled. She plastered on a fake smile and nodded when Rex spoke up. "See, he's going to be okay," she attempted, though she wasn't completely reassured herself. "And I'll help too. We'll find him."

The Doctor frowned at Rex's words before slowly nodding. "Jack's a good lad, but I don't know if he's a match for..." he paused and narrowed his gaze as he looked up towards Sam. "An old friend of mine that lost his way. He's very dangerous and he can and will harm anyone and anything that crosses his path. My advice is to never trust a thing he says." Slowly, he pulled himself to his feet, steadying his weight on Donna and then offering a hand to pull her up. "We'll need to find him quickly. The Master just left."

Rex moved back enough to give the Doctor room when he stood up, ready to offer a hand if he needed it. "I've already become ... Acquainted with this guy and he's right. He's dangerous and ruthless. He's already made it clear to me when he -- he's made it clear he's not here to make friends." He added, correcting himself before slipping that the Master had already killed him once, not wanting to freak anyone out when tensions were already high.

Sam listened intently when the Doctor finally addressed the real problem that was going on with the ship. He knew how friends could turn enemies and he knew that they would be just as influential as they once were. Grimmacing, Sam nodded towards the group. "Well you guys check it out, I'm going to head back and talk to my brother about all of this."

Donna frowned, edging to the side a bit so that she was standing somewhat protectively in front of the Doctor subconsciously and still able to look between all three of them. She nodded at Sam before glancing up at the Doctor, the look on her face making it clear to all of them that she wasn't leaving him anytime soon. "We'll find the other Doctor and if you see anything, you let us know, alright?" She instructed, pulling out her phone to give her number to Sam really quick before he parted ways.

The Doctor reached out and took Donna's hand. It was as familiar as it was strange, and although he knew that she'd possibly hate him later, at least in this moment it felt comforting to have her there. Giving a small smile to Sam who genuinely did seem to want to help, the Doctor nodded at his departure. But it was Rex's words that caused the Time Lord to stare directly at him. "I'm so sorry for what he's done to you. We'll make it right."

Rex nodded in agreement with Donna and waved with a silent offer of thanks towards Sam before he left. Despite being against it at first, he was genuinely glad that the two of them ended up joining him. He knew through the grapevine that Dean would be a good asset on their side. When he slid his gaze back to the Doctor, he shrugged. "Damn right we will. But don't worry about it, it's not your fault." Then clapping his hands together, he dug into his pocket to shoot Jack one last quick update before pointing his finger toward the door. "Let's find us a Metacrisis."

[torchwoodshead]

Texting ✉ Jack + Rex

Jack: Rex, I need you to search for the Doctor, I think he's in trouble and I can only trust you to save him. I'm heading to find Doc and then the TARDIS. Let me know if you've found him.

[aroundthepocket]

So the universe couldn't handle Jack Harkness and had to split out part of him to form Rex. Think about it - they're both obsessed about captaincy and neither of them will stay dead.

Okay but how do you know that Jack didn’t come from Rex? I mean clearly, Rex is the superior one.

As for Captaincy, well, Jack does have the title....

[torchwoodshead]

Memories Fade ✦ Torchwood

TAGGING: Jack Harkness, Gwen Cooper, John Smith, Rex Matheson

TIME FRAME: February 25th, afternoon

LOCATION: The Hub in Town Hall

GENERAL NOTES: Jack discovers some retcon is missing, he confronts Gwen. Something happens-Rex and John get sucked into it.

Jack did his routine inventory count for the week and had found that not much was out of place. Well, aside for a few small electronics and appliances, but he was sure John could account for those. However, when he was going through the armory he noticed that retcon container had been tampered with and when he went to check, he realised someone had gotten into it and used some of it. Taking the container with him, Jack entered his office and spent the day waiting for the one person he'd known to have inquired about it to come in. Glancing through the glass wall to Rex, and knowing John was in the break room, Jack knew he had to do this quietly without them interfering. Taking a sip of his coffee, Jack stood up when he saw his second-in-command enter the Hub. Making eye contact with her, Jack motioned for her to enter his open office. "Gwen? Good to see you, I have a question for you, and can you close the door behind you when you come in?"

Gwen had been very careful. Part of her plan involved coming back to the Hub when there were fewer people inside and pretending that nothing was out of the ordinary. It went to hell when Jack caught sight of her, but that didn't necessarily mean she had to panic. He sounded reasonable enough. Asking her to shut the door wasn't promising, but the 'good to see you' was, so Gwen composed herself, nodded and moved to obey. Her eyes settled briefly on Jack's coffee mug but she redirected her gaze, meeting his eyes as best she could and forcing a smile, "What's up?"

Rex had settled into his new office easy enough. He was still getting used to things, and going over files that Jack had given him about the pocket to try and get a better understanding of what he'd gotten into. He glanced up from his desk when he thought he heard someone walk in the Hub and noticed Gwen walking into Jack's office. But he didn't do anything to acknowledge either of them. If he was needed, he knew they'd call him.

John was ... no, don't call it murdering a toaster, that was just uncouth. Upgrading a toaster. Gently easing it into a higher plane of existence, as part of a more glorious destiny. Really, it would have a much more fulfilling life as a lava lamp than as a toaster, literally bringing light and joy to the world. Well, except for the slight problem that he really wanted toast right now... He paid no mind to Gwen and Jack, their interactions being fairly common place (this was, after all, Torchwood Hub), though he did briefly consider whether he should get up and make tea for everyone. Though that would require reassembling the kettle... He sneaked a glance over at Rex. He hadn't been properly introduced to the new member of the team - though he was a little bit put out by the fact that Rex had a room, when he didn't. Not that he would have used a room, but. Still, it was only polite to say hello, so he wandered over, giving him a cheerful wave. "Hello. Rex, was it? We spoke over the blogs."

Jack sat back down and stared up at Gwen for a few, long moments before parting his lips and sighing. "So I did my weekly inventory check, a few things were missing but that's normal and accounted for. However," leaning down, Jack picked up the container and dropped it on his desk and turned his sharp gaze onto Gwen. "This isn't." Blinking and knitting his hands together as he placed them on the desk, he frowned and stated in an even tone. "Did you take retcon? And if you did, who did you give it to or are going to give it to?" Picking up his coffee, Jack took another sip before setting it down and waited.

Gwen stared blankly and resentfully. The implication hurt and she did her best to keep that emotion on display rather than her guilt. "What'd you immediately look at me for?" This was entirely the wrong approach for an innocent party to take and she realised it just a moment too late. She remained standing and actually took a step back toward the door. As a practiced and relatively skilled liar, Gwen knew that half-truths and careful words were everything. "I don't have it," she could look Jack right in the eyes to say that, where 'I didn't take it' wouldn't have worked. She shrugged one shoulder and kept her hurt feelings on full display.

Rex had noticed the guy in the break room earlier, fiddling with the appliances. Actually, he noticed him floating around the Hub a lot in the short amount of time that he'd been there. But he hadn't realized until the man was suddenly standing in his office and smiling at him that Rex realized they hadn't actually spoken yet. If Rex was going to be a part of this team, he really needed to make an effort to meet the other members. As it were, he was interested in meeting the ones who had been dead before, but he didn't want to seem over enthusiastic about it. Rex dropped the paper he'd been reading and returned the man's polite smile. "Yeah, that's me. You're... the odd one right?" He asked, raising both his eyebrows. "Odd but helpful, if I remember right."

John raised his eyebrows, not entirely objecting to the label. It was true, and he'd been called much worse. "Oh, you don't know the half of it," he grinned. "Ask Jack about the hand he kept in his office sometime. And what became of it. I go by Doc, by the way. Short for the Doctor." He held out his hand. "So, you were part of Torchwood, then? Or a friend of Jack's?"

Jack knew just as well that whatever Gwen wasn't saying was just as telling as what she was saying. Tightening his lips into a smile, Jack leaned his elbow onto his desk as he stared up at her as he began to waver-passing it off as him still recovering from that illness he had earlier in the week. "You don't have it, I believe that. But it's the fact that you didn't admit to taking it. What'd you do, Gwen?" He ignored her first question, knowing that that would seep into a whole mess of problems that they didn't necessarily want to get into. Slamming his free hand on his desk, Jack raised his voice at her. "What'd you do!?"

Gwen glanced briefly at the glass wall separating the two rooms and wondered just how thin it was- if John or Rex knew anything. She flinched when Jack got her full attention again and didn't even try to hide her discomfort. It might have been easier to just admit the full truth. Gwen wasn't the Recton expert but if she'd done this right, Jack would pass out very soon anyway. The trouble was their audience. She'd have to stall until it happened naturally and feign shock and ignorance. A touch of regret hit her too late, but this was for the best, it was done out of love and she still believed that. Her lips were sealed and her hands rested on her hips as she silently counted to ten and then spoke softly, if vaguely. "Okay. I did take it."

Rex knitted his eyebrows together, glancing into the other office with a frown. "He kept a hand in his office? An actual hand?" Both intrigue and disgust seeped into his tone as he looked back up at Doc. It took him a moment to recover from that and he made a mental note to definitely ask about that later. "Nevermind," he shook his head, reaching across the desk to shake Doc's hand. "Just Doc then? What are you a doctor of?" He wondered, looking back over at the glass window at the sound of Jack's voice. It was muffled, and he couldn't hear what he was saying but it was obvious the two were probably arguing. Nothing's changed there, then. "I was a part of Torchwood for a little while... I don't really know anyone here but them two," he explained, jutting his thumb at the two in the office next door.

John shook Rex's hand with all the enthusiasm of an over zealous puppy. "Yep," he said. "My hand, to be specific. And oh, I'm a doctor of everything, really. This and that. Thermodynamics, cheese making, 56th century Quargan ..." He glanced briefly over at Jack and Gwen, and shook his head. "They do that a lot, practically an old married couple. So how did you end up joining Torchwood? And how did you leave?" A bit of a loaded question, since Jack had said in the past that the only way of leaving was by shuffling off the mortal coil.

Jack was beginning to feel drowsier by the second and he reached for his coffee when he realised... Eyes widening, Jack picked up the mug and threw it across from him as he quickly stood from his desk and pointed accusingly at his friend. "You didn't..." It was just as angry as it was begging and when he started to stumble, Jack moved in closer towards her. "WHY!?" He was yelling once more as he grabbed Gwen by the shoulders and slammed her against the wall next to his door, so that if John and Rex were to look, they'd get their profiles. Inches from her face, Jack barred her against the wall with his forearm as he pointed at her with his other hand. "What made you even think that was a good idea!?"

Gwen should have timed this better, that's all she was thinking. She had an explanation at the ready and her next step would have been to just carefully help Jack back to his chair, apologise profusely and wait. He wouldn't remember this. He'd have no choice but to forgive her. Panting heavily and squirming against the cool glass, Gwen acted on an impulse. "Stop," she yelled back, trying hard not to cry. "Just let it take!" In truth, Jack was scaring her so when she pushed him away, it was with much more force than necessary.

Rex immediately dropped his gaze to stare back and forth between the man's two hands - so focused on the fact that he still had two hands that he missed half of his other answer. He blinked and shook his head again and turned his perplexed stare at the man's face again. "Right..." he nodded, disbelief clear in his voice, but he didn't argue, more for his own sanity than anything. "Has Jack ever told you about the Miracle?" He asked, leaning back in his chair, realizing that he'd just answered Doc's question with another question, but he felt it was the easiest way to go about it.

John frowned a little, trying to recall. "He didn't mention it as such, but Gwen said something about a day when Jack was mortal and no one else was. Were you -- blimey, they're making a lot of noise." He glanced over at the other room, eyes going wide as Jack slammed Gwen up against the wall. "That's not an argument over the last doughnut. Maybe I should go see what's wrong."

Jack stumbled back when Gwen shoved him off. Glaring at her, he turned and set his gaze onto John and Rex before shaking his head and moving towards his desk. Stumbling again, Jack fumbled for a pen before he finally got one and began to write as many notes as he could on top of the first file he found. "You have no idea what you've just done. Dammit, Gwen!" When he realised he couldn't focus much more and his writing began to look like scribbles, Jack tossed the pen down making it ricochet off the desk and somewhere towards Gwen's direction. "I want you to leave. I don't want to see you, I want you gone." Jack was so incredibly hurt and angry that tears began to brim his eyes, and though he meant what he said, he still, deep down, didn't want her to go.

Gwen glanced at the notes Jack managed, knowing she could steal them and run away but not without having to explain herself later. Jack was slipping and she couldn't leave him alone with what he might tell whoever came to his rescue. She advanced on him again, this time also indicating his chair. "Just shut up, okay?! Sit down." That was when his words fully hit her. She pointed at him with an unspoken threat and couldn't be too surprised when the tears that would have formed in guilt were warm and spilling instead with a righteous fury. "You bloody stupid idiot," she snarled. "I'm doing this for you!" She got a little closer, stepping between him and the desk and slapping her palm against the page of illegible notes. "These are the worst things you've ever done- you really-" Cutting herself off with an anguished cry, she turned both her hands on the underside of the desk and shoved so the whole thing tipped over, leaving a mess of paper and God-knew-what-else. That old bloody paperweight was probably in the mix.

Rex nodded, frowning slightly at one of the first memories he had of the captain. He was pretty sure he knew exactly what Gwen was talking about if she'd mentioned just one day - considering he'd been mortal for longer. He was shaken from his thoughts when Doc brought attention to the noise next door and he looked over in time to see Jack shaking his head at them and watched him return to his desk. "I dunno about that. Might make it worse... Don't you think?" Of course, he didn't actually know that. But he wasn't sure he was willing to test it. But then Gwen was actually flipping the table and he was quickly rethinking that statement.

John shrugged when Jack shook his head at them, taking it to mean that Jack had it fully under control. He'd turned back to Rex, about to try and continue their conversation, when a massive crash from the next room had him surging to his feet. "Can't get much worse than that!" he yelped, then instantly rejected it. It was right up there with "what could possibly go wrong"...

Jack stared in disbelief as Gwen flipped his desk and began to yell at him in return. "Me? I'm stup-no." Shaking his head and gearing up the rest of his energy for a fight, Jack shoved Gwen as hard as he could out of his way. "You're so deluded to actually think that doing this to me was a favor. My memories are all that I have, and if I want them gone, then I get rid of them, you got that?" He pushed Gwen again, this time closer to the divider wall between his office and Rex's. "I'm going to tell them, and they're going to help me remember, and you're not going to stop me." Shoving her once more to get her out of his way, Jack turned a little too sharply and stumbled to the side-knocking himself off balance and heading head first for the glass wall...

Gwen mouthed the word stop a few times. This was hardly the first time she and Jack had fought physically but she had recent events to account for and Jack was a lot stronger and angrier than she'd expected him to be under the circumstances. She'd only just regained her own balance and braced herself to shove back when Jack started to fall. She wouldn't be fast or strong enough to catch his full weight in a split second so the next solution meant helping him toward something more sturdy. The wall would have to do. Gwen slammed her palms against Jack's chest and pushed with all her strength but then there was a horrifying crash, something had broken. She screamed and they were both falling, spiraling towards the floor in a shower of broken glass.

Rex jumped instantly from his chair so fast that his chair fell backward onto the floor, shooting a glare at Doc as if it were his fault for declaring it couldn't get worse just before Jack literally came crashing through the glass wall that separated the two rooms. "What the fuck...!?" He yelled out with an accusing grimace at Gwen this time and then at Jack as he moved around the desk, ignoring the shards of glass that were now decorating the floor. "What the fuck is wrong with you two?" He accused again before realizing he should probably check that Gwen was okay, since she wouldn't heal the way Jack did. "Gwen?"

John was just heading for the door when Jack literally came crashing through. Jumping aside to avoid the hail of glass, he blinked for a moment then rushed to Jack's side. There had been something about the way he was moving that seemed ... drugged, and John wasn't sure they were done with all the effects of the poison. "Rex, get a hold of Gwen," he ordered, wondering if this was the shadow of the Necronomicon rearing it's ugly head again. "Jack?" he called out, checking his eyes for any sign of concussion.

Jack struggled dully under Gwen and got his scratched, cut, and bleeding hand free as he reached up to grip a hold of John's arm. "Get her off me!" He was angry, sluggish, and more so incredibly dizzy from everything that happened. "Doc," pausing, Jack blinked and stopped moving as he looked up at the Metacrisis. "Retcon. She. Retcon. Help me remember." It didn't make sense, but Jack was fading fast, however, he still had a bit of energy left in him and with a noble shove he managed to toss Gwen into Rex. "Get her the Hell away from me! She's fired! I don't want her back." Clinging as he could to John to try to prop himself up, Jack started to breathe heavily before he collapsed all together against his friend, finally succumbing to the drug.

Gwen had to wonder how Jack had remained conscious for that long. He got the worst of the wall's damage and the full impact of their fall. She groaned and tried to steady herself when, even more incredibly, Jack managed to speak first. In disbelief and sudden anguish, Gwen's next move was far from rational. She pointed a finger in the direction of her American friend and snarled an unfinished threat, "Rex, if you touchme..." She tried to paw at Jack, like it was even possible to wake up before she gave into the hysterics. Crying and rubbing at her bleeding forearm, she insisted, "He doesn't mean that. You saw: he attackedme!"

Rex frowned at the ordering tone in Doc's voice but caught Gwen anyway when she was pushed in his direction and managed to somewhat gently shove her beside him. "Or what?" He countered, putting his hands on his hips and raising his eyebrows pointedly at her. "You'll kill me?" He dropped his gaze to Jack in time to see him pass out and furrowed his eyebrows together. "What's he talking about then? What happened? Why the Hell would he attack you? Something is missing here." He looked between the three people on the room looking for answers from all of them despite Doc being with him and Jack being out for the time being.

John glanced up at Gwen, an incredulous look on his face that was starting to spark into anger. "You retconned him? You retconned him? That is the foulest substance known to humanity in this day and age and you just ..." Practically spluttering at this point, he pulled Jack into his arms and stood, betraying a strength in his skinny frame that wasn't otherwise evident. "I'm taking him back to the TARDIS to see if I can fix this," he snapped, frustration making his tone short. Retcon was a chemical substance, and telepathy would be no use at all, and he wasn't aware of any cure... But he had to try. "And when I'm back, you'd better have a good explanation for this, Gwen." It was clear that he didn't buy her story at all.

Gwen stammered, "It's an amnesia pill." This would serve as the best explanation Rex was going to get at the moment as well as her plea for John to see her point. She got close to John but didn't risk touching him or Jack, still gearing herself up to follow, protesting all the way. "John, no, would you just think! Jack's been through Hell, he's never going to forgive himself." She was panting as desperation clawed at her like it was a physical pain. It was barely audible when she tried again, "It doesn't hurt or anything. I've taken it."

Rex huffed out a breath of frustration, letting his arms drop from his waist. He still felt like there was something he was missing. He stood there for a minute, watching Doc pick up Jack with a lot more strength than he would have guessed the scrawny man had before stepping across the room and giving the man a reluctant hand. "Alright- how long is he gonna be out for?" He asked Gwen, ignoring her protests for now, but storing her reasoning away for later.

John glanced sharply around at Gwen. "A lobotomy doesn't hurt either!" he snapped, furious and appalled at the fact that Gwen really didn't seem to realise what she'd done. "I don't know," he said to Rex. "I've never had the privilege--" the slight snarl in his voice betrayed the sarcasm, "--of seeing it work first hand. And certainly not on someone like Jack, who's immortal." He leveled a glare at Gwen. "How much did you give him, and when?"

Gwen shook her head and hissed, "That's not fair." She then froze midstep and glanced back into Jack's office. If following John was a losing battle, she might still be able to hide a little of remaining supply and destroy Jack's notes, all under the guise of righting his desk, cleaning up her mess like someone who was truly repentant would do. When the question came, she had to consider any potential risk to Jack from whatever cure John wanted to try and knew she had no choice but to answer honestly, "In his coffee this morning. Level Three, er..." The drug was measured in concentration rather than amount, but this might not mean anything to John. "It would erase the most intense moments of-" She looked away in shame this time. "About a month."

Rex had no idea where they were going. Much to his own dismay. He really hated not knowing, but right now probably wasn't the time to get into that. He shifted, getting a more secure hold of Jack next to Doc, and turned to give Gwen (an admittedly confused) glare. "Why the hell would you want to do that for?"

John was angling Jack to try and get him up the stairs. "Some kind of misplaced belief that she was helping Jack forget some rather unpleasant memories," he said. "If Jack wanted his memories wiped, don't you think he would just have asked me to do it? Never mind. Gwen!" he called out. "Call the Doctor. Tell him what you've done and tell him we're bringing Jack over."

Gwen opened her mouth to argue but had to accept that John's answer gave her truth fairly enough. "Well, you be careful with him." It came out as a sob, and a hypocritical one at that, but her protective instinct was there. She turned her attention back to Rex with a final plea, "You know us. You know there are things he's seen he shouldn't have to live with." She leaned against a the door and started constructing a text message, no longer trusting her voice.

Rex stopped, and turned to stare long and hard at Gwen and considered her words. He knew it was true, and it honestly put him on edge slightly. What could have happened over the past month that worse than what she was implying to make her go behind his back like that? "He still should have had a choice," he said finally, ultimately agreeing with Doc said, suddenly getting a very different impression of the man. There was clearly a lot more to him than being the odd man that played with toasters for fun.

Gwen didn't take her eyes off her mobile, but her retort was as good as a confession. "See what he did when he found out?" She waved in the general direction of the ruined wall. "He wouldn't ever make that choice. I had to do something." For a moment, she wished she could drug herself just enough to forget being caught. 'Jack has a drug in his system to induce amnesia.. Please do what you think is right.' Gwen stared at the text for a miserable beat before she forced herself to send it. She rubbed at her eyes and started back towards Jack's desk. "Wanna help me clean up?"