- Torchwood -

The Torchwood team was standing in the terminal of the airport of Washington. They had only one small problem: they weren't in Washington D.C. They were in another town called Washington in Pennsylvania.

Owen was not happy.

First, he had suddenly been dragged to America, like it was just a trip to the zoo.

Second, it was ten o'clock in the evening, but Owen felt like it was three o'clock in the morning. Which, in Britain, it was.

Third, he had just been on a really long flight, which had been really exhausting.

Fourth, he was out of caffeine and alcohol.

Fifth, they were in the wrong place. How the hell could Gwen have booked tickets to the wrong Washington? She should've let Ianto do it. But no, Teaboy had been way too busy with the important business of making coffee, and Gwen just couldn't wait.

No, Owen most definitely wasn't in a good mood.

Gwen glanced around a bit nervously. She'd booked the wrong tickets. Stupid. She tried to ignore the murderous looks her teammates were giving her.

"So, what shall we do?" She asked as brightly as she could muster.

"Well, first I'm gonna bloody kill you." Owen said, still looking at Gwen like she had just killed his best friend.

"I think we should get some sleep before we go to Washington D.C. It's almost two hundred miles away, you know." Tosh put in.

"Agreed, but this time I book the rooms." Ianto said quickly, looking at Gwen.

"Fine." Said Gwen. "Then tomorrow we'll go to D.C. and start looking for Jack. Tosh can hack into databases of the FBI and agencies like that. See if they've got any ongoing cases involving Jack. Ianto can help her. Owen, you can check around in hospitals if they've got a patient who can't die or something. I'll check in the more criminal neighbourhoods. Not much chance I'll find someone who had actually seen Jack, but he does tend to leave an impression, so maybe they've heard about him."

"Yes boss." Owen said sarcastically.

"Gwen, we're first going to catch some sleep. Besides, there's one more thing that you have to do; you have to call Rhys, preferably before we leave tomorrow. Did you even tell him where you were going?" Ianto asked. It wouldn't have surprised him at all if she hadn't even bothered to tell Rhys that she was going to America. Not when Jack was potentially in danger.

"Of course I've told him. I just didn't hang around to hear him protest." Gwen said, looking guiltily. "But fine, I'll call him tomorrow. You just go and book an hotel." The last part came out a little cross. She didn't need Ianto judging and meddling with her private life.

"So can we finally get going?" Owen asked. "It's about time. I'm exhausted. And thirsty. Does anybody have any liquid with alcohol or caffeine? Or even better, with both?"

"Were all tired, Owen." Tosh said. "And please don't talk about caffeine…"

A/N: Just Torchwood this time. And again, very short. But that's just my way.

By the way, my friend isn't going to upload after all. Doesn't think she's good enough, and too afraid for bad reactions. Too bad.

Also, if anyone has any ideas for the greater plotline, please tell me. I'm a bit stuck at that.