This is a little story that's been drifting around in my head for a really long time, I've had the first chapter done for months but I just hadn't uploaded it. So, here it is, hope you like it!

"Wha-what's happening?" Sam managed to gasp out, despite the damage that the trials have wrecked upon him.

Dean couldn't take his eyes off the sky, off of the seemingly impossible sight before him. He should have known something had happened as soon as Cas hadn't answered his desperate plea for help. "Angels," Dean answered, eyes still watching what could've been mistaken as falling stars, "They're falling."

The meteors fell everywhere. A routine shower, the superiors had said. Yet, as always, they dispatched agents to go check the landings out, just to be safe. It wasn't until every single crater that the meteors had created came up empty that they began to worry that maybe what had begun falling from the sky an hour earlier hadn't been a routine meteor shower after all.

That's when Torchwood set up the red alert and sent out every single agent on hand to every single meteor landing site. Rumor had it that it was a new alien species that had come to study the human race. It wasn't the first time that Torchwood had had to tell spacial visitors that humanity still wasn't ready to know about the life forms that reside amongst the stars. It was almost to the point where it had become a routine: every few years, a ship or two would arrive, bearing gifts (or sometimes massive weapons), expressing their desire to help nudge the human race along to greatness (or steal resources, enslave humanity), but it always ended with our brilliant Captain Jack Harkness having to tell them not yet, we're not ready (or to leave, because the planet was defended by the Doctor, which usually sent brutal alien life forms scampering back to their home planets).

However, what was different about this incident was that every single crater was empty. Every single one. It was as if someone had been alerted about the situation and had been sent earlier to collect whatever had fallen.

These circumstances are what now find Karen and Andrew scouting through Epping Forest at five in the damn morning towards the – object – that had fallen there only 20 minutes earlier. They had their stun guns out, cautious, given that they had no idea what they could be facing.

As they reached the edge of the clearing in which the crater resided, they turned to each other, a bit apprehensive and, they had to admit it, scared about what could be in the hole. They were just about to step out of the tree line when three people rushed into the clearing from the other side of the woods. Karen and Andrew were completely taken by surprise. They didn't know exactly how to deal with civilians stumbling – or in this case running – upon an extraterrestrial arrival. Karen was about to reveal herself when Andrew put his arm out in front of her, sensing what she was about to do. He then put his fingers to his lips in a signal for silence, before pointing at the newcomers.

Once they began to focus on the trio they saw that it consisted of two guys and one girl that were no older than 25. "That bloke could've given us an earlier heads up, that way we'd actually be ready," the girl said, before yawning.

"Oh, you're just upset because you weren't able to kill those vamps," the younger boy smirked before receiving a smack between the shoulder blades from the girl.

"Oi! Cut it out you two," the oldest of the three said, stepping between them.

"Calm down, Jim. Rob and I are just joking around," the girl playfully shoved the guy that Andrew and Karen assumed to be Jim. "It's just that – angels! I'd heard they'd been around recently, especially around those American brothers, and here we are! Collecting them after they crashed and burned," she made a downward spiral motion with her hand.

As they got closer to the edge of the crater, the boys took out guns and held them out in front of them and the girl took out a deadly-looking silver blade and held it out in a defensive position. The girl then got onto her knees before saying in a whisper (which unfortunately for them carried her voice to where Andrew and Karen were hiding) "He's still here." She then looked back down again, "He's unconscious." There was silence as the three observed what was in the hole. "Hello? Rob, Jim? We've got to get him out of here. Today."

The guys snapped back to reality and quickly leapt down into the hole and between the both of them hoisted the body of a third individual out. He fell limp on the ground, before stirring a bit and groaning. Andrew took an involuntary step back when he saw him. He looked…human. From where the Torchwood duo could see, he had honey colored hair, dark jeans, a button up shirt, a dark green jacket, and brown shoes. He looked average. And not at all menacing, what with all the pained groans he was uttering. The guys had been in the process of climbing out of the crater when the girl stopped them.

"What is it, Kim?" Rob asked.

"Shh," she hissed, "I think I saw something." Her eyes lingered over the patch of woods where Andrew and Karen were concealed before shrugging off her suspicions. "Let's just hurry up. We have to get him out before anyone finds him."

The trio was about to leave when Karen nudged Andrew and nodded towards the group. Andrew gave her a curt nod before hiding his stun gun in his coat. Karen quickly followed suit. They then both walked out into the light.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" Andrew called out, startling the three.

Karen was right at Andrew's heels, "You lot are going to have to come with us back to headquarters and explain what's going on here." She then began spouting out about a million things a second, "Who isn't supposed to find him? Who is he?" She knew she was firing a question every 3.5 seconds but she was practically bursting with them. "Vamps? Angels? Is that code for something?" Karen then finally asked the question that Andrew was itching to ask, "Who are you?"

Kim, Rob, and Jim just exchanged a glance, only a glance, but then they immediately attacked. Kim threw her knife with uncanny accuracy at Andrew's leg, but years of training at Torchwood had him prepared. He jumped back, before he grabbed Karen's arm and they both ran to take cover in the trees. Rob and Jim then opened fire with their guns, shooting out in their general direction. Karen didn't know why Andrew had had them put their stun guns away when dealing with such a violent crowd, but when she looked over at Andrew who was crouched behind a fallen tree trunk she saw him saying something to himself. She had grown experienced at reading lips, especially those of her partners, so it was easy for her to see what he was saying. However it puzzled her, because he was…counting? It wasn't until he got to twelve that she realized what he'd been counting. He'd been counting the bullets that the guys were firing, knowing that since they were only carrying small handguns, they all only held six bullets each. She also then understood why Andrew had made them hide their stun guns: so that the armed trio would think they were weaponless, and therefore not much of a threat. That explained why Kim hadn't thrown the knife to kill, given that she could have easily impaled it in Andrew's skull or chest, and also why the boys were firing at everything except at them, because they were only trying to scare them away.

It took Karen mere seconds to piece all of this together and when she returned from her train of thought she saw that Andrew had already taken out his stun gun and was waiting for her to do the same. She took hers out and they both ran out into the clearing. Kim, Rob, and Jim were caught off guard, having thought that they had scared Andrew and Karen away for sure. It was a good thing that they were surprised too, because that made it all the easier for Karen and Andrew to easily knock them unconscious.

Karen then took out her walkie-talkie, "Yes? Headquarters? We've got a live one here. I repeat, we've got a live one. Please bring back up to the crash site in Epping Forest. Over."

"It's been a month and two weeks since we brought these four in and none of them are talking!" Torchwood's commanding officer Eve fumed. "The girl and the younger boy refuse to speak unless they get to be reunited with each other and the older one has only asked for the paper a few times."

"What about the new arrival?" her secretary, Gareth, asked.

"Don't even get me started on him. There's hardly anything menacing about him, or particularly special come to think of it, unless you think that being able to survive off of sugar for a month and a half is anything remarkable," Eve sighed into her hands.

"How so?"

Eve threw her hands into the air, "He refuses to eat the food we provide him and when asked what it is that he does want all he asks for is candy! He's even asked to have a constant supply of cherry lollipops available for him should he ever crave one!"

Gareth walked up behind her and began to massage her shoulders, causing a slight satisfied sigh to escape from her lips. "Madam, you mustn't stress yourself so much. You know, there is chatter that this can all be fixed if you would just bring up that agent from Cardiff…"

Eve stood up so abruptly that Gareth almost toppled over, "We are not bringing in Captain Jack Harkness!"

"But ma'am, he might be able to make them talk," Gareth reasoned. "And you must admit it ma'am, he is pretty charming," Gareth gushed, eyes glazing over a bit at the thought of the Captain.

"Oh, don't tell me you're going all gaga over him like everyone else!" Eve exclaimed before sitting down once more and putting her head in her hands again. She had thought about how to get them to talk and it always came back to that damn Captain. She knew she had no other choice. She looked up at Gareth who had gone back to arranging his files on his desk. "Fine, call the Cardiff branch and tell them that I want him in London tomorrow at the break of dawn. And I don't care that it'll be Saturday." Then she stormed out of her office after having seen the smug look that Gareth gave her as he made the call.

"So, a month and a half, and still no answers?" Jack asked as he was being briefed early Saturday morning after having received a call from Torchwood's commanding officer, Eve, the day before.

"'Fraid so," Gareth replied, walking him down a flight of stairs to the floor where the four detainees were being held - in separate rooms but on the same floor nonetheless. "Take your pick from who you want to question first: Jim, the oldest of the siblings and the calmest of the three, Rob, the younger brother whom is known for mocking officers until they feel like shooting the kid, Kim, the sister who hasn't spoken but to request seeing her brothers, or the guy who was found."

Captain Jack Harkness took a few seconds to decide on who he was going to question before finally deciding, "I'll go and ask the older one and see if I can seduce him into giving me any answers," he finished with a wink.

Gareth managed to keep his blush under control while he pointed to the door furthest down the hall. He'd known that the Captain was a massive flirt and the fact had been confirmed when he'd asked him if he wanted to go out for a drink after he'd finished with the interrogations, but he still couldn't stop the flaring blush from crawling up his face – and it seemed to be a mutual feeling with the rest of his colleagues. Jim wouldn't stand a chance.

Jack walked slowly, leisurely, towards that last door. He opened the door and slipped inside quietly before turning to examine the man he was there to question. "Hello, handsome," Jack drawled.

The man, Jim, looked up lazily from his newspaper before flicking his eyes back to the paper on his desk and asking quietly, "What do you want?"

"Well I, and the superiors behind the one way glass," Jack waved happily at the window that could've been mistaken for a mirror had it been anywhere else, "just want to know a few things."

Jim pushed the newspaper away from him tiredly and clasped his hands on the table in front of him, giving Jack his full attention before saying, "Ask away."

Jack could just imagine everyone on the outside getting ready with their pens and recorders to get down every word that Jim would say. So Jack asked the first question Eve supplied him with through his earpiece, "Who are you?"

"Have you read the newspaper recently?" Jim asked, reaching for the paper he'd discarded seconds ago. Jack shook his head, raising an eyebrow in a questioning manner but allowing Jim to proceed without interruption despite the angry hisses coming from the earpiece as his superiors yelled at him for not steering back to his question and demanding an answer. Jack knew that this was what the rest of them had done, and it had obviously gotten them nowhere, so he even went to the lengths of yanking out his earpiece and taking a seat across from Jim in order to get some answers his way.

There was a loud muffled crash from behind the one way glass and they both turned in time to catch the glass itself shudder as if someone were banging on it from the other side, which was probably what was going on. Jack fully expected armed guards to come crashing in and drag him out for so directly disobeying orders but no one came, so he motioned for Jim to continue.

Jim picked up the paper and read, "Man Found: Heartless and Dead", he slid the paper over to Jack. Jack quickly skimmed through the article and remembered vaguely about having heard about these dead bodies having been found without their hearts – there'd been many cases recently, but Torchwood pinned it on some sort of crazed serial killer. Jim continued on after seeing that Jack had once again turned his attention to him, "Four cases in the past month, about one a week. Very fast, even by serial killer standards." It was as if he'd been following Jack's train of thought.

"So, it's not some killer?" Jack asked aloud, knowing he'd have to ask in order to get an answer.

Jim laughed humorlessly, "No, mate, no killer. Wish it was though, that way I wouldn't be in this line of business."

"Which is?"

He ignored Jack's question and kept going with what seemed to be a rehearsed explanation, "What you've got on your hands here is a werewolf."

The temperature of the room seemed to have plunged about 10 degrees. This guy seemed to be telling the truth, which made the news he delivered seem so sinister. But it made no sense. Things that actually go bump in the night. No, no, because that would mean that now, they not only had to worry about the darkness that was space, they had to worry about the darkness of their own backyards. Jack felt like he couldn't think straight and choked out, "I beg your pardon?"

Jim sighed, "Look, it's a very long story, but you seem to be a much more reasonable guy than the others and, even though I know they're listening, I feel like you would finally get us out of here after I've told you what's really out there and what we do and why we were at that landing site the day we were caught. That's why I'm deciding to talk now."

Jack had to get his emotions under control, and with great difficulty got his confident grin back in place. "Well, let it all out Jim, buddy. I'm all ears."

"You won't want to be my buddy after I'm done with this story," Jim sighed. "Sorry about popping your safe little bubble, because once you know, there's no going back."

About four or so hours later, Jack stumbled out of Jim's room, his head swimming. Vampires, Werewolves, Shifters, Rougarous, Ghouls, Demons, Spirits, and Angels: all of them real. It seemed impossible, like something no normal person would ever be able to conceive, but Jack was no normal person. He'd traveled with the Doctor, died, been brought back to life only to find out he was immortal, and now worked as a professional alien diplomat, discussing what should and shouldn't happen with humanity and it's alien allies. But now, this bomb was dropped on his already precarious sense of reality and everything went to Hell – which apparently is a real place which spews demons out who torment humanity. However, these…Hunters, as Jim had called himself, his siblings, and all of the others who were in his same line of business, hunted these things for a living. It was dangerous, risky business with no chance of ever getting out unless you died – and even then some couldn't find escape.

The Winchester brothers, who Jim had mentioned a couple of times, had apparently died and come back on multiple occasions, every time with a bigger problem to face. The craters, the things that had fallen out of the sky, those were their latest issue. Many Hunters had been alerted about the situation and asked if they could go collect the fallen and teach them the ropes. Angels…Jack thought but quickly shook the thought away, still finding it utterly insane. He snorted a derisive laugh, knowing he really shouldn't be surprised by the utterly insane anymore.

"Jack Harkness," someone barked from behind him.

He turned slowly, regaining his usual joking and playful air, "I think there should be a 'Captain' somewhere in there."

Eve looked livid; she couldn't even talk from how furious she was. It was Gareth who, scurrying after her, trying to keep multiple notes in order, finally spoke for her, "She lost it when you took out your earpiece. It took me and two other officers to keep her from breaking through the glass and stabbing you." He straightened the papers one last time, tried smoothing down his ruffled hair, then glanced at Eve who was still red-faced, before continuing, "She's also kind-a, really pissed that your method worked."

"You disobeyed direct orders, you went against protocol, oh, I should fire you right now," Eve muttered darkly, hands twitching at her sides as if she were just itching to strangle him.

Jack was about to tell her that thanks to him they'd finally gotten somewhere, but Gareth beat him to it, "Ma'am, you're just a bit…angry," massive understatement, "that Captain Harkness' methods worked whilst ours failed." Gareth desperately tried to keep the blush that was creeping onto his face under control after he noticed that Jack had winked when he'd called him "Captain". Oh boy, Jack Harkness was proving to be a bigger flirt than he realized, but he couldn't let Jack get to him or else he'd fail at trying to placate Eve and she would get to Jack, and she wouldn't hesitate to add a few extra holes in him. "Ma'am, you'll see that what he did was the right choice eventually," he was grasping straws, trying hopelessly to come across something that would divert Eve's attention away from Jack. "Weren't you about to make an important call to the British Government?"

That caught her attention. She stood up straighter and brushed her clothes, eliminating nonexistent wrinkles. "Get my phone ready," she said to Gareth, who quickly fished out a cell phone from the bag that hung off his shoulder. She then turned to Jack, eyes ice cold and still enraged, "And you, report back to the Cardiff branch, you've fulfilled your job."

She turned sharply and began to walk away down the hall. "Wait," Jack called out, "I can still help, you can't just send me away!"

Eve stopped in her tracks and didn't even turn fully around. She just turned enough for Jack to see the side of her face as she said, "You're dismissed."

Jack wanted to protest, could feel the words starting to form on his lips, but Gareth made a desperate hand motion and mouthed the words, "I'll tell you later." Jack nodded before going back the way he came, silent and tightlipped.

Eve had already started walking briskly to the other set of stairs on the opposite end of the hall when Gareth began to scramble after her, cell phone still in his hand. "Who do you want me to call from the British Government?" He asked, ready to dial as soon as he got a name.

She smiled slightly, a facial expression that looked more like a grimace for some reason. "Not 'who do you want me to call', Gareth. More like call the British Government." Gareth stared at her blankly, confused. She knew she had no other option since they were dealing with something so large. "Call Mycroft Holmes."

It was late afternoon when the door to his room opened. He had his feet propped up on the table and was leisurely sucking on his cherry lollipop, the fifth one he'd had that day. A jar of the sweets sat right next to his feet, within arm's reach. A tall, lanky, curly haired man stepped into the room. He seemed a bit…frazzled, yeah, that was the word that he would use to describe the new comer. He hadn't seen him before, even though he thought that probably all of Torchwood had come to interrogate him by now.

"Hello," the man said.

"Hiya," he replied, licking his lollipop.

"May I sit?" the man asked. He seemed slightly out of place, which apparently wasn't something he was used to feeling since he quickly arranged his features into a scowl. With another lick to his lollipop, he nodded that he could. The man sat down and ruffled his unruly dark curls before glancing back at the man that he was supposed to be interrogating. "I hear you haven't told anyone your name."

"Got that right," the blonde responded with a mouthful of lollipop.

"Well…angel…I hope you wouldn't mind telling me your name," the man across from him said.

He took out the lollipop from his mouth in order to keep from choking as he laughed, "Woah there, didn't know we were at pet names already. And I'm sorry to inform you, buddy, but I don't swing that way."

He thought the comment wouldn't bother the other man and that he'd only brush it aside, but instead he got bright pink before saying, "No, that's not what I –" he stopped himself before going straight to the point, "I know what you are. You're an angel. Might as well tell me your name."

"So the other ones told you, did they? Glad someone finally knows what I am." He licked his lollipop. "Name's Gabriel."

"Sherlock Holmes," the man said, extending his hand.

Gabriel looked quizzically at the hand in front of him, looking between it and its owner before finally shaking it. "So, what questions do you want answered?"

Sherlock steepled his fingers in front of him, elbows on the table. It seemed as if he were examining Gabriel, which was probably what he was doing: unraveling Gabriel and everything that made him Gabriel, reading in between the lines, seeing his whole history and all the devastation and tragedy that had occurred throughout its entirety. His cold, calculating look made Gabriel feel uncomfortable. "I don't have any questions for you, Gabriel. One of the Archangels, I presume?" Gabriel nodded, and Sherlock continued, "But I do have a proposition for you."

"Go on," Gabriel said, putting his feet down and sitting forward.

"I'm assuming you know the Winchesters." It wasn't a question.

Despite not wanting to, Gabriel smiled, "Oh those idiots, 'course I know 'em. Sasquatch and short stuff." He was quiet for a moment, just remembering those two dorks, then realizing that maybe he shouldn't have mentioned that he knew them, Gabriel asked, "Why?"

Sherlock obviously noticed this because he immediately put his worries to rest, "It isn't anything bad, we just need to discuss this whole…angel situation in greater detail, and I've been told that they are the ones to go to." He stood up and put on the coat he'd been holding, "I was hoping you'd act as my guide, and take me to them."

Gabriel got up, "Yeah, you just want me to lead all of Torchwood to capture them and learn everything they can, don't you."

"I don't work for Torchwood," Sherlock said, lifting up his coat collar, making him seem extra mysterious, especially with those sharp cheekbones he had. Man, people could probably cut themselves slapping that face. "I'm a consulting detective, only one in the world," I don't doubt it, Gabe mentally added before Sherlock went on with what he'd been saying, "Until just this morning I didn't even know Torchwood existed, but when these people," he gestured around him, "finally found out about the existence of the…supernatural…they knew they couldn't just keep it to themselves, so they informed the British Government, in other words my brother. He then asked if I would investigate what was going on and solve the case. I only promised him I'd come to the briefing, but this is a delectable puzzle that I'm not going to let get away from me, so I'm seeing this through to the end, even if it does take me far from home," there was a small catch in his voice as he said the last part, something that not many people would have noticed. However, Gabriel was an angel and was capable of sensing certain emotions. The emotion that had come with the catch in his voice came from…longing? For what or for whom, Gabriel didn't know, and he didn't have very long to ponder on the feeling because then Sherlock asked, "So, are you coming with me?"

Gabriel still wasn't all that trusting, "But, besides finding out what's going on, what else are you going to do?"

Sherlock shrugged, "Haven't the faintest. I might help them fix whatever's gone wrong up in Heaven, but first I need to know if you're coming."

"I'll come," Gabriel said, already feeling giddy with suppressed excitement at the prospect of seeing his two favorite humans again. He hadn't seen them since he'd "died" back when they were fighting Lucifer and had grown lonely without them, though he'd never admit that out loud.

"We leave tomorrow at noon," Sherlock informed him, tying his scarf at his neck, "I'll get my brother, Mycroft, to arrange for your dismissal from this place. You're to meet me at my flat at 10 am tomorrow." He walked to the door, opened it, tossed over his shoulder, "The address is 221B Baker Street," and swept out of the room.

Jack took off his headphones, setting them on the dashboard of Gareth's car. "So, they're going off to find the Winchesters?"

Gareth nodded, looking up at the giant Torchwood building, knowing that somewhere inside the mighty consulting detective, Sherlock Holmes, was getting everything ready for Gabriel's dismissal tomorrow. He knew that tapping into the surveillance footage of the interrogation was some seriously risky business, but he just had to let Jack Harkness know exactly what was going on. He nervously looked out the window, fully expecting to see Eve stomping up to his car and having him arrested for helping Jack. He took a shaky breath and, without looking over, asked, "Are you going to tell the Doctor?"

"Why else would I have asked you to get me this information?" Jack smiled. Gareth looked over and shyly smiled back. Jack put his hands behind his head, relaxing and relishing at having the necessary information to give to the Doctor. "I just needed to know exactly who we were dealing with and how Torchwood was going to get involved, but…"

"Torchwood's not in this anymore," Gareth supplied.

"No, they aren't," Jack was full on grinning now, "so I don't have to worry so much about getting caught. Now all I've got to do is talk to the Doctor," he began to climb out of Gareth's Volkswagen. He was just about to shut the door when he peeked in and asked, "How about I take you out for a drink sometime after this? As a thanks?"

Gareth couldn't believe what he was seeing, did the Captain Jack Harkness look…flustered? He couldn't dwell too much on the subject however because he needed to answer him, "Sure, I'd really like that. Sounds like fun." Jack gave him one more heart-stopping grin before he shut the door and sauntered away.

So, how was it? Should I keep writing more? Imma probably add a new chapter every month or so since I'm really slow at writing, but I really hope you guys enjoyed it!