Title: Meetings and Reunions

Author: braveleo5

Pairing: Eventual Jack/Jack

Summary: The real Jack Harkness is sent forward in time where he meets the leader of Torchwood (Jack) and the Doctor. Why was he sent there?

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, they belong to RTD, the only things I own are made up planets/solar systems and OCs.

A/N: Enjoy!!

Chapter 2:

The Doctor heard Jack suck in a surprised breath, and he wondered what it was that could have caused it. He took a look at the unconsciousness man and saw nothing that would have made his companion react the way he did. He looked over at Jack's face and saw that it had gone pale and was now a ghostly white color and his eyes held disbelief and a little hope in their blue depths.

"Jack?" The Doctor asked, hoping to mask the concern in his voice and pass it off as just curiosity, which wasn't very hard to do, as he was extremely curious about this stranger.

Jack, however, didn't hear him since he was still in shock. 'How could he be here? I thought that he was supposed to die during the attack?' Jack thought, as he raised a trembling hand to the unconscious man's face and gently ran the tips of his fingers over the bruised face, as though the other man would suddenly disappear if he looked away.

"Jack..," he whispered. Jack shook his head as if to regain his composure and finally turned his head up to the Doctor.

"Could you help me carry him back to the TARDIS?" He asked, immediately taking charge. The Doctor decided to forego asking questions, deciding that Jack would tell him as soon as everything was taken care of. He nodded as he walked over to the other side of the man in the burnt uniform and put man's left arm over his shoulders and wrapped his right arm under the his shoulder blades.

Jack put the RAF pilot's right arm around his shoulders and his left arm around the captain's waist. Together they managed to stand up and carry the man back to the Doctor's ship. Once inside they went passed the console and down one of the passage ways, which the TARDIS had rearranged so that Jack's old room was closer to the control room.

After setting the other captain down Jack started to remover the outer pieces of clothing, some he had to cut away, though the uniform was almost nothing but rags anyway so it wasn't much of a loss. After he had the other man dressed only in his boxers and had checked him over for any serious injuries and made him comfortable on the bed did he turn towards the Doctor, who had been standing by the door the whole time.

Jack sighed, knowing that the Doctor wanted to know who the unconscious man was and how Jack knew him. He rubbed a hand tiredly over his face in the hope of stalling this particular conversation and when he looked back at the Doctor he could see that there was no way that he was getting out of not explaining who the RAF pilot was.

Hoping to at least put it off to a later date he asked, "Do you mind if we wait to talk till tomorrow? I'm exhausted and I don't want to leave him," he gestured to the man on the bed, "alone. In case he wakes up I'll have to be here to calm him down." As Jack said this he looked straight at Time Lord hoping that he would leave it for the next day.

"Alright," he acquiesced, "If he needs a new set of clothes I can get some from the wardrobe room or he can wear some of yours since he seems to be about the same size as you." With that the Doctor opened the door and walked out, shutting it gently behind him.

After the Doctor left Jack brought a chair to put next to the bed so that he could keep an eye on the other man. He sat down in the wooden seat and sighed, how did this happen? How did this man, who had supposedly died, be here? Jack ran a hand tiredly though his dark brown hair. These thoughts were getting him nowhere and his emotions were too jumbled to allow him to think rationally.

He looked over at the man that he had met at the Ritz dance hall, the man who – no matter how many times he tried to push him towards someone else – always came back, and who he thought he would never see again. It seemed fate had decided to smile on him for once, instead of using him as her favorite whipping boy.

After making sure that the pilot was comfortable did he lean back into the chair and close his own eyes, all the while grabbing the hand nearest to him in a tight hold, as though to make sure that he would still be there when Jack woke up. Jack was asleep in a matter of minutes, the day's emotional surprise having drained him of his energy, which would hopefully prevent any nightmares from disturbing his rest.

Several hours later, the man from 1941 seemed to be coming out of his unconscious state, it took him several minutes to gather enough energy to open his eyes. Once that was accomplished he turned his head toward the sound of someone breathing, and saw a person who he thought he would never see again in his lifetime.

This was the time that the older man decided to wake up, what he hadn't expected was to see a pair of hazel eyes staring back at him and that the man who those eyes belonged to croak out one name: "James?"