The Doctor looked at the Torchwood logo on the screen, "You work for Torchwood." He half glared, raising an eyebrow.
"I swear to you, it's different. It's changed. There's only half a dozen of us now."
"Everything Torchwood did and you're part of it?!" He wasn't angry. Maybe if he hadn't of met Zara, he would have been. But she'd taught him specifically one thing and one was that his closest friends, no matter what they'd done, he wouldn't judge them. He'd stand by them, he'd always forgive them. He glanced at Martha out of the corner of his eye, her concerned face watching him. And he realised, she had made him better also. His girls, they'd done him wonders. And knowing he had not just Martha but Jack as well with him, made him lighten up and feel more confident, making him realise that he had a dream team on his hands to find Zara.
"The old regime was destroyed at Canary Wharf." Jack defended. "I rebuilt it, I changed it. And when I did that, I did it for you, in your honour."
The Doctor breathed in sharply, nodding in understanding. He put a hand on Jack's shoulder, squeezing it as he leaned over and opened the file.
