Jack Harkness was in room 218, and he was quite busy. The Doctor, Rose, Donna, and Martha followed Natasha into the hotel room, as she pointed her gun at the two naked men on the hotel bed.
"Really Jack, do you and Ianto have to go at it during our wedding?" Said the Doctor with an extremely raised eyebrow.
The man, not Jack, and presumably Ianto, blushed and crawled out of the bed, yanking the blanket with him, and wrapping it around himself as he walked past all of them into the bathroom. His eyes lowered with embarrassment. Jack didn't mind that he had been left uncovered and in sight when Ianto took the blanket with him.
Rose, and Martha all were quite embarrassed at the sight of Jacks private part. Donna, like Jack didn't seem to mind his state of undress.
Martha excused herself and practically ran out of the room, Rose stayed behind with one arm wrapped around the Doctor.
"Hello, newly wed's, Donna, and who is the beautiful lady?" He asked.
"Natasha," she stated. " And you are going to have to come with me."
Jack sat up and pulled on a shirt, some pants and trousers. Natasha stared unblinkingly at the naked man.
Slipping on some shoes he walked toward her slowly, she neither backed away or flinched. She just held the gun at his chest.
"You know," he whispered at her, "I don't like when people try to harass me."
Natasha smiled seductively. " I won't try to harass you then, I just will harass you."
He slung his arm around her waist, " And how do you plan to do that?"
The Doctor noticed Jacks hand, the one around Natasha waist, was snaking dangerously low towards her bottom.
"Jack I wouldn't-" he warned, but it was too late.
Natasha felt Jack's hand were she knew it certainly shouldn't be, and she felt anger rise up quickly. She threw out a huge punch that made Jack stagger back about four feet. He fell on a nearby couch, still smiling, then he got up groaning.
"Wow, you can sure hit hard," he commented.
"It's my job," countered Natasha.
Jack rubbed his jaw while looking at Natasha, "What do you want?"
"Like I said, I'm here on behalf of SHIELD, with orders to bring you in." She said.
"I've never heard of this, SHEILD."
"Yeah, well SHEILD has heard of you, and your TORCHWOOD," Natasha said.
"So, your orders are to bring me in?"
"Yes."
"And if I refuse to go?"
Natasha raised an eyebrow, "I'll have to force you."
"I would really like to see you try-"
Jack didn't get to finish because Natasha had swiped her leg out under him, and he landed flat on his back.
"Ok, you know what? I wasn't ready." He winced as he tried to get up.
The Doctor and Rose sat down on the rumpled hotel bed, and watched their friend Jack Harkness and the strange woman spar. Occasionally they would have to duck when one of Natasha's legs swung out, or when Jack fired a shot.
"Oh my god, he never hits her, and Jacks like the best shot I know." said Rose to the Doctor.
"Yes, I believe Jack has met his match." Nodded the Doctor.
They watched as Jack lunged at Natasha, but she grabbed his arm and back flipped, taking Jack along with her. He flew over her and landed on his back again. Natasha, on the other hand, landed on her two feet.
He shakily got to his feet, "It's going to take a lot more to hurt me than that."
Natasha roundhouse kicked him in the face then, and he stumbled backwards, groaning, but it only took him a few seconds to recollect himself.
He pulled his gun out and pointed it at her chest, "You certainly have a nice pair, but I don't really care at the moment," He said.
She smirked, her red short red hair gleaming in the light of the very fancy hotel room, or once fancy because it was trashed now. There was cracks in the wall where Jack was thrown against, there was also blood in the sheets and broken glassware.
Jack motioned with the gun for her to back down, "I think maybe you should just stop right there, and tell me what you're here for."
She leant on the gleaming table that was against the wall, still smirking. Jack turned to Rose and the Doctor. "You guys mind getting me some handcuffs?"
Rose smiled, a weird, slightly enchanting smile with her tongue in between her teeth. "You'd think Jack would have handcuffs with him at all times."
The Doctor chuckled but pulled her away towards the door, "Do you mind if they are feathered handcuffs?"
Jack turned, looking at The Doctor and Rose like if they were aliens, which in the Doctor case was absolutely true. "Why the hell do you have feathered handcuffs?"
The Doctor and Rose both blushed, Rose turning infinite shades darker than the Doctor. The Doctor sniffed, "That's none of your business." Then he and Rose marched out, both looking quite embarrassed.
Jack turned back to Natasha. "So, information time, who are you, and what do you need me for?"
Natasha hopped onto the table looking into the mirror above the table. She fixed her makeup and then her hair.
"Oh, stop it. You look great," Commented Jack.
"Thank you," she said curtly , then she backhanded the gun out of his hand, and in a matter of a few second she had his arm behind his back , again.
"Captain Jack Harkness, you have the obligation to remain silent," said Natasha.
"What, I have no rights?" asked Jack.
"No!"
Then she walked him to the door, his arm still held behind his back. Ianto walked out of the bathroom just as she was about to open the door.
He pulled out his gun and pointed it at Natasha, "No, its fine Ianto, she just wants to talk." Said Jack.
Ianto with an uncertain facial expression, lowered the gun and followed them out the hotel room door were they where met by the Doctor and Rose.
"Oh, we were just going to bring you those handcuffs," said he Doctor as he held up the black feathery handcuffs.
As Natasha walked by she grabbed the handcuffs from his offering hands. "Well, I suppose you and Rose can come with us, the director would love to meet you both," said Natasha.
Then she realized there were more people there, " Okay, I suppose all of you can come."
A cheer went out through the nine people standing in the hallway, even Jack cheered, but his cheer sounded kind of sarcastic.
All the occupants of the room in that hallway opened the doors and shushed us, some of them rudely through pillows at the five Torchwood members, the Doctor and his companions, and Natasha.
They paraded down two hallways and the lobby of the hotel, they stopped in the parking lot, "So how are we going to get the America?" Asked the dark haired man from Torchwood.
"Who are you?" Asked Natasha, ignoring the question.
"Owen Harper I'm the medic for Torchwood."
" Right… I'm gonna call SHIELD, they'll come pick us up in the new helicarrier," Said Natasha.
"Or we can take my ride," suggested the Doctor, nonchalantly with his hand in his tux pockets.
"Which is faster, a helicarrier or a car?" asked Natasha.
"He doesn't have a car." Said Martha.
"What is it?"
"It's difficult to explain." said Martha.
"Well alright, I suppose we can take your ride, Doctor."
So they all walked down the parking lot into the hotel garden and smack in the middle of the garden, next to a fancy fountain was a blue police phone box.
"What is that?" Asked Natasha.
"Our ride."
"We Aren't all gonna fit in there."
"You'd be surprised."