A/N One of the things that was keeping me from writing this story was that I wanted to use Jack but didn't know how Torchwood ended. I'm finally finished and as it turns out, this dysfunctional trio are incredibly fun to write.

Chapter 7 - The Message

"You call this pizza?!" Rex complained, practically spitting out his first bite.

"It's crust, tomato sauce, and cheese. What more do you want?" Gwen asked through a full mouth.

"Pizza! And to be clear, if we're talking about pizza it's to-mA-to sauce, not to-MAT-o sauce. How did I let you two talk me into moving to Cardiff?"

"Because for immortals like us it's good to have a place to lay low," Jack said with a wink.

"If I have to spend eternity in Wales I will find a way to kill myself."

"Always so cheery." Their bickering was interrupted by an unfamiliar beeping.

"What's that now?" Rex asked, wiping his face and following the sound, Gwen was only a step behind him.

"Sounds like the BUGS system," Jack called over to them.

"What's that then, the British United Global Search?"

Gwen was staring at the screen. "It's not an acronym it's a joke. It's Jack's Doctor detector." Rex stared at her without comprehension. "Oh come on. You're American. It's Bugs Bunny. Ahhh what's up, Doc?" She added with an appallingly bad impersonation.

Rex simply shook his head and then turned to Jack, "The Doctor, that's your old time travel buddy?"

"That's the one. He tries to keep a low profile (or goes back to delete all record of his actions). If the BUGS is going off something is definitely up. What's it found?"

Gwen's eyes scan through a couple of pages before looking back at Jack, "A blog," there was almost disapproval in her voice.

"Read it to me."

The Personal Blog of Doctor John H. Watson

The Doctor Dances

How do I even begin to describe our new case? Well it started with a Union Jack and a barrage balloon and feels like it's taken us to the end of the universe and back. We've been putting in so many hours it's like we've lived a year that never was. The worst part has been our attempt at undercover. How could we ever have thought we'd fit in at a socialite's ball? Sherlock is still teasing me by occasionally muttering the phrase, "so the doctor dances."

"Does that mean anything to you two? It seemed pretty innocuous."

"That's because the message was meant for me," Jack crossed the room and stared over Gwen's shoulder. "So who is John Watson?"

"Isn't he a detective, works with what's his name?"

"Sherlock Holmes!" Gwen finished with an almost fan girl squeal. "Drop dead gorgeous, he is."

Jack still looked confused. "See this is what happens when you go charging around the galaxy," Rex said with a laugh, "you miss everything. Don't worry you'll like him. Tall, dark, and handsome. Just your type."

"Everyone's his type. Haven't you learned that by now."

Jack was busy typing in the contact number from the website, but took a moment to wink at Rex before bringing the phone to his ear. He heard a man say hello and responded, "Is this Doctor John Watson? I hear you've been looking for me."

"Actually Captain, that was me," came a young, and decidedly female voice.

"Who are you?"

"A traveler, like yourself. We have a friend in common. He needs your help."