Chapter 1

Captain John Hart

They'd kissed, fought, pointed guns at each other and were now making up... Over whiskey and vodka. Captains Jack Harkness and John Hart were laughing together, the first in a long time.

"How's the time agency?" Jack asked, with a small sigh.

"You don't know..." John said and jack's face fell slightly, worried. "It's shut down, sir."

"You're kidding, right?"

"No, Jacky, there's only seven of us left now."

"Wow." Jack said... Then a thought struck him. "Is she...?"

"It's good to see you, wasn't the same after you left, Jack. But yea, she's okay... Well she was when I last saw her."

They smiled and Jack leant forward, nearer John.

"I want you off my territory."

"What, I thought you liked me on your territory?" John sang and shot the two nearest windows behind which were Tosh and Owen and Ianto and Gwen. "Everyone out!"

"Are you alright Jack?" Gwen asked.

"It's fine, stand down." Jack said. John smiled.

"Ah, you've got a team... Very cute team." John said appreciatively as his eyes fell on Tosh. Tosh blushed and murmured something about him being cute.

"Team, my partner..."

"Captain John Hart." John finished. The guns were still raised at him.

"Partner? In what way?" Ianto asked.

"We go way back..."

"Oh, come on we go more than way back and in every way." John smirked.

"It was two weeks!" Jack protested.

"Excuse me, two weeks in a time loop, equating to five years! It was like having a wife!" John retorted.

"You were the wife." John shot back

"No you were the wife."

"You were the wife."

"Oh but I was a good wife, wasn't i?" John gushed.

There was a loud crack as a glass bottle exploded behind the team, John and Jack jumped, all guns raised and were pointed straight at the chest of a pretty, young, brunette. Dressed in a leather jacket, corseted shirt and tight trousers, her dainty feet encased in thigh high black leather boots.

"I think you'll find I was there too and I was the wife." The newcomer smiled her accent Scottish, her full lips painted a deep red. Her green eyes sparkled. Jack lowered his gun with a laugh as she replaced hers in the holster at her hip. "At least I was legally married, according to agency law anyway."

"Oh, my God..." Owen murmured as his eyes gazed over her. John nodded.

"My sentiments exactly- only I mean mine in annoyance."