This is chapter one; more to follow!
Story begins during Torchwood, early season two-ish. Enjoy.
"Doctor!"
The Doctor paused. "Oh, damn. I know that voice. It's you, isn't it." He turned slowly. "All right, you caught me."
Jack grinned. "Guess how long I've been waiting this time."
"But you've been busy, haven't you? Torchwood?"
"Hey, keep it down," Jack said, putting an arm conspiratorially around the Doctor's shoulders. "That kind of thing is classified, you know."
"Classified, ass-ified," the Doctor muttered. But he put his arm around Jack and began walking with him. "How long were you waiting?"
Jack's grin grew wider.
"So, then Gwen starts cheating on her boyfriend with Owen, of all people… I mean, not that he's that bad or anything, but Ianto's the better-looking, obviously, and frankly the easier to get along with—"
"Jack?"
"Yeah?"
"When I asked you to tell me what you and your team's been up to… I didn't want a soap opera episode. Have you been encountering aliens? Anything interesting come through the rift?"
Jack set his glass down. "That's the boring stuff. The heavy stuff that can wait until we're someplace more private."
"You mean you want to spill all the gossip before we run into someone from Torchwood."
"No, I—well, that too, but…"
The Doctor sighed. "Fine. Carry on." He did his best to follow what Jack was saying. It probably wouldn't matter if he missed a few details.
"So, between Gwen's ghost boyfriend and Owen's pilot from the past, they decided to break it off…"
"You don't say anything about your own relationships."
"Huh?" Jack paused.
"That's not normal for you—usually you're all over the chart. Women, men… aliens. You're only talking about the team."
"Well. When I tell you about myself… if that time ever comes…"
"Never mind," the Doctor said. "I'm sure you have your reasons; I don't need to hear them."
Jack ran a finger around his glass's rim, his mood somewhat dampened. "I did… kind of fall in love with my namesake."
"What?"
"The guy whose name I took for my con operation," Jack explained, not looking up. "I picked someone somewhat interesting whose life was cut short… an RAF captain. I never expected to get to meet him. Let alone…" he trailed off.
"Good grief, you do get around," the Doctor muttered.
"What can I say?" Jack said with a weak smile. He wondered how much was showing on his face. "Other than that… well, I guess I kind of flirt with all the team members now and then, but they know how to take it."
"Oh, I need to meet your team—get some advice."
"Ha ha," Jack said, his smile genuine now. "Ianto and I are... well, we're not official or anything yet. I asked him for a date." He paused. "Actually… I'm sure it wouldn't hurt anything to show you around headquarters. As long as you can respect that it's my turf. And no landing the Tardis close to the base, ok? I don't want to have to explain that to them. Gwen nearly saw it last time."
He watched the Doctor's face, and he could tell he had the timelord's interest.
"Well… I would like to see your base of operations, certainly. All right then. After lunch?"
"The sooner, the better."
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