Jack took a deep, bracing breath of the frigid air as he looked out over the loch, pulling his greatcoat closer to his body. After the events of Miracle day he had went under the radar. He still took time to check up on the Williams' and enjoyed watching the happy family grow but the pain of his losses were still too fresh.
He hadn't meant to end up on the doorstep of Torchwood Two and, in all honesty, had assumed Archie had locked up and thrown away the key; but, after one hyper vodka too many and a wrong button pushed he had found himself bustled into the Scotsman's home. And there he had stayed.
The morning fog made whimsical patterns as the Anessiecara, or Nessie as Archie fondly called her, surfaced periodically. He was just thinking of walking down to the shore to see if he could coax her to come closer when a shrill sound pierced the air.
"Ar-," Jack greeted before he was cut off by the eccentric man's ramblings.
"I swear there has never been a more stubborn man in the history of Glasgow. Has been tossing stuff around and making a fuss he has, nearly broke my display and you know," at this point Archie had stopped yelling into the phone long enough to counter whatever insult his unexpected guest had flung his way. From the muffled sounds Jack could tell the row was with another Scotsman but he could also hear a woman's voice that sounded like that of a Londoner's.
"And so I can either shoot them both myself or call the police," Archie finished as if he had never stopped over the sounds of the woman's alarmed cries.
"You can't shoot people from barging in Arch," Jack chuckled. "The whole point of a tackle shop is so people can come in early to get bait and what not."
"What if they come in to get you?" Archie countered
Jack suddenly felt very exposed on top of the cliff and the early morning seemed unnaturally quiet. Swallowing thickly he readjusted his grip on the phone.
"What did they say?"
"What?"
"They always have something to ask, something to threaten," Jack was practically spitting now as he paced in agitation. His mind racing on how he could keep the ones he had left safe until whomever or whatever was finished.
"Doctor."
The world stopped.
"What?"
"No, hold on, I think I heard him wrong," Archie pulled away from the phone as he looked warily at the tall, grayed hair man and his young companion. "I'm sorry, Doctor who?"
The man smirked, twitching a bushy eyebrow as he did.
"Just The Doctor."
Don't own, obliviously since I would have definitely had someone at least mention the Doctor looks like Frobisher and we would have seen Jack running around with everyone but Gwen.