A/N:

There. It's a bit short I know but I had to avoid the peas. Ask Azure. My lovely lovely pea-wielding beta. (azurefalls if you want to get picky about usernames)

"So," said Martha, plonking her bag on her desk and turning round to face the others. "Anything up today?"

She'd just arrived, slightly late, but nothing seemed to be happening. All the others shook their heads.

"He's holed up in there," said Mickey Smith, nodding with his head towards Jack's office. "No idea why… well, I would guess towards the obvious, but these two are both out here." He added with an impish grin, prompting a blush and a frown from Ianto and a blush and an "Oi!" from Gwen.

Just then, Jack bounced out of his office, looking harried.

"We've got some sort of a… thing... situation… going on in Cornwall."
The team exchanged glances.

"Right…" said Martha slowly. "Wouldn't that be UNIT's business though? Don't we just keep an eye on Cardiff and the rift and stuff?"

She was still vaguely new at TW3, along with Mickey, but so far they'd only dealt with threats coming through the Cardiff rift. She looked over to Gwen and Ianto for confirmation, and they were both nodding confusedly. She turned back to Jack.

"Well…" said Jack. "Usually, yeah. But look what a CCTV picked up in Penzance!" He held out a print-out to Martha. She gaped wordlessly and passed it on to Mickey who started laughing madly and showed it to the other two. There, in the middle of a pleasingly quaint Cornish high street, was the TARDIS.

"Bring it on! Cornwall, yeah?" said Mickey excitedly. Jack raised his eyebrows and nodded.

"Anyway, I could do with a tan."

Ten minutes later, the SUV was loaded and they were off. Jack confessed quickly that there wasn't any "thing… situation". He just wanted to see the Doctor, Donna and Rose again. Martha and Mickey exchanged a wry smile.

Good old Rose, thought Martha. She was fairly sure that Mickey was at that exact moment thinking Good old Doctor.

But any hard feelings were soon forgotten as the SUV cruised southwards. Jack, rather randomly, had found an ABBA Karaoke CD. They stopped for a pit stop of chips (Mickey and Jack started grinning quite worryingly at that) and sandwiches, before crossing the border into England, singing Dancing Queen all the way.

Martha leant her head against the comfy leather seat and closed her eyes.

She loved her job.

A.N: I know my Jack sounds like the Doctor. I just can't write him properly. Sorry.

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