Hi! I hope you like this one; it's starts to delve into one of the bigger plot points as some companions start to team up. And visit my profile page to vote on a classic era companion to be in the series (I have a plan) :)

"Here we are," Jack announced, parking the Torchwood van along a quiet street – a couple of old book and DVD shops, a chippy and a Chinese restaurant. "And I think I remember why."

"Here?" Clara asked in confusion.

"Yeah," Jack clarified.

"But it's so . . . It's just ordinary," Clara explained, still disappointed.

"Exactly. It's secrete."

"I was expecting some fancy palace or underground trading operations. Not take-out and cash machines!"

"Oh well. This is where we need to be," Jack shrugged, stepping out the car and slamming the door shut behind him.

"Hold on!" Clara called, following him out the van. "You said that you remembered why we were here; what does that mean?"

Jack giggled to himself. "Timelines, Clara. My past affecting what's happening now."

"Ok. A little less cryptic?"

"A very long time ago, I was told to come here. I was given specific instructions," Jack recalled.

"By who?" Clara inquired.

"I dunno," Jack muttered. "Some young guy and what seemed to be his girlfriend. An odd couple but sweet."

"And how about you? Do you often find yourself in relationships?" Clara asked, coming off as a little flirtatious.

"Oh, they never last that long," Jack shrugged.

"How long?"

"Just a night."

"Ew!" Clara grimaced, feeling a little disturbed. "Those poor women."

"Who said anything about women?" Jack teased.

Clara was left a little stunned. "Ok."

"Here we are!" Jack announced, gesturing to a small DVD shop along the street. "Sparrow and Nightingale!" he declared, reading the name above the shop.

"Sparrow and Nightingale," Clara nodded. "So what are we here for?"

"To collect something," Jack replied, leading Clara into the shop.

The two of them entered the DVD shop. It was a small, independent business, with cheaply printed movie posters on the windows and aisles of DVDs on shelves. There was on old TV that hung from the wall at the back of the shop, in the perfected viewing position for the girl that sat at the till. She was young – nearly in her thirties but still very pretty – with brown hair that waved over her cardigan.

"Hello. Can I help you?" the girl asked, taking her chin off her sleeve and smiling.

"Erm, Sally Sparrow, right?" Jack clarified.

Sally stood up from her seat, a little worried. "How do you know my name?"

"I was told to find you. We're from Torchwood," Jack said, holding up his credentials and gesturing to the van outside.

Sally smiled a little. "Ok. That'll do. And I think I know why," she said, wagging her finger as she began to remember. "Come round the back. I've got something for you."

Jack and Clara followed Sally around the till and into the back room. The back room was cluttered, with DVD cases and plastic folders littered over the coffee table, and a TV in the corner. There was, however, a large wall covered with pictures and maps, like a stereotypical sort of investigation.

As Clara inspected the investigation wall, she began to notice what common link: "You're investigation the Doctor?"

"Yeah," Sally confirmed. "It's a hobby turned obsession. See hear," she began pointing to London, "the night that the scripts for Shakespeare's 'Love's Labour's Won' disappeared was the same night that there were rumours of witches in the Globe Theatre. A ghost in a during a Charles Dickens performance; a string of unusual medical notes during the Blitz, all involving the exact physical injuries; ghost sightings as Caliburn House; there's rumours that the Royal Family has werewolf blood and, my personal favourite – there's that strange something about the moon landing footage that I can't quite put my finger on."

Clara pointed her finger at New York on the world map. "You seem to have a thing for statues, I see."

"No. Not statues," Sally corrected, shaking her head. "Weeping Angels. Statues that become living beings the moment that they're not being watched. Even when you blink."

"They look creepy," Clara frowned. "I wouldn't want to meet one of those."

"We had an encounter. Me and Larry, my husband. We barely survived, but we've studied them ever since."

"Larry?" Jack asked.

"Married!" Clara interrupted.

"I just wanted to say hi," Jack insisted.

"Larry!" Sally called. "We've got visitors!"

"Visitors?" a man asked. After a moment Larry tumbled into the room, carrying two mugs in his hands. "Oh. Alright?"

Sally took one of the mugs off Larry. "This is Jack and this is Clara. They're from Torchwood."

"Oh. Ok," Larry stuttered. "Nice to meet you."

"Larry do you know where that file is?" Sally asked.

"Which one?" Larry inquired, placing his mug on the coffee table.

"The pink one. You remember? That American man gave it to us a few years back. Something to do with Zygons and Russia or something like that," Sally recalled.

Larry's eyes lit up. "Yes! I remember! I've got it here somewhere. Give me a minute." He stepped towards one of the bookcases and rummaged around it, pulling out loose papers and chocolate wrappers. Eventually, he emerged with a pink file. "Here it is!"

"Thanks," Jack grinned, taking the file off Larry, giving him a cheeky wink. Clara slapped him.

"Hold on," Sally thought, "have we met you before?"

"Maybe . . ." Jack muttered, trying to remember. "Yeah. I think we have."

Sally pulled the file from Jack and rummaged through it, pulling out a picture. She held it up next to Jack's face. "It's you!" she gasped. "You gave us this file! But that was five years ago. You haven't changed at all."

"What?" Clara asked in confusion.

"You gave us this file and told us to continue the research," Larry recalled.

"What's in there?" Clara inquired, looking through the folder, looking over images of Zygons and submarines and maps of Europe. "How is it linked?"

Jack looked up at Larry. "Your eye's red."

Sally turned to her husband in concern. "Is it your eye again?"

"Yeah. It's acting up," Larry said, rubbing his eyes.

"I'll get the drops," Sally said, hurrying off.

"Hold on," Clara said, pulling a small piece of paper from the file. The paper was old, as if it had been inside for decades. On the paper was the message: 'London Eye – Friday 30th May, 14.27 at top.' "Is this where we're meant to be? Are we meant to meet someone here?"

"I think so," Jack agreed. "Come on. I'll start the van," Jack said, hurrying out of the shop.

"Come on!" Clara insisted, calling to Sally and Larry. "You're coming too."

Clara skipped out of the shop, followed by Sally and Larry. Wind whipped her hair as she stepped onto the pavement outside. Just as she reached for the handle to the car, a woman leant on the car beside her, making Clara jump back a little.

"What the-?"

"Shush!" the blonde woman hissed. "Don't talk."

"Have I met you before?" Clara whispered.

"Yes. Back at the Maitland House. I'm Bad Wolf, remember," Bad Wolf said, smiling.

"Clara?" Jack called, getting impatient.

"One moment!" Clara replied.

"I'm back again because you're in danger," Bad Wolf warned. "You need to get in the van and go, so I can't explain everything at the moment. At the moment, you're ok, but be careful around Larry."

"Why?" Clara asked.

Bad Wolf didn't reply; she just smiled, winked and disappeared, leaving Clara shaken as she climbed into the car beside Jack.

The Doctor and River escaped onto the battlefield. The sun was beginning to rise in the distance, but the orange glow was smothered by smoke and flames. Barbed wire threatened to drag them back into the mud as they ran, shielding themselves as explosions rocked the ground. Slowly, the turned up ground seemed to pull them in, oozing with water – possibly even some blood.

"Where are we going?" River cried, pulling the Doctor away from stepping on a land mine.

"Away from here. Out of Nazi occupied. Somehow to Britain but I'm not sure how likely that is," the Doctor replied, constantly turning his head at the sound of bullets.

"And the Zygons?" River asked. "I don't remember any Zygons being in the Second World War."

"I didn't know Vesuvius was caused by an ancient rock monsters, so I suppose I don't know everything after all."

A bomb landed feet away from the Doctor and River. They were scattered into the air, pushed by the force as the flames wrapped around them. When they landed, they nearly drowned in the muddle pit that the fell into as rubble was thrown over their heads. River pulled the Doctor out of the mud, gasping for air herself as a fire raged behind them.

"Doctor!" she cried, slapping his face. "Come on! We have to keep moving!"

The Doctor followed River, tripping and sliding over the land. They could see the Allied troops not too far in the distance, yet it would be a challenge in the continuing onslaught.

"Stop!" the Doctor snapped, grabbing River before she could take another step.

"What?" River asked.

"Can you hear it?"

"Hear what?"

They both stopped, listening over the gunfire and cries. There! That was it. The high pitched whining . . . As if something were falling from the sky.

"JUMP!" the Doctor screamed, pulling River from under the descending bomb.

Suddenly, they were no longer on the ground. The Doctor and River hovered in the sky, surrounded by a glowing funnel of blue light. Their confusion was quickly put aside as the bomb landed beneath them, scattering smoke and dirt high into the air, yet not even a piece of dirt touched them.

"What?" River gasped.

"Sorry about that!" a voice called. An American man. "Just stay there for a second."

"I recognise that voice!" the Doctor laughed.

"Ooh! Hubba!" the American voice teased. "I see we've got a pretty lady on board tonight."

"Oh . . . Thank you," River stuttered, playing with her hair.

"It's him!" the Doctor grinned.

"One sec," the voice insisted. "And can the man with the sonic device please switch it off; it's messing with the equipment." The Doctor pulled his sonic screwdriver from his pocket and pressed a button, making it switch off. "Thanks. Now hold on. It could be a bit bumpy."

"How bump-EEEEEEE!" River cried as both she and the Doctor were dragged up the tunnel of light, further into the sky.

After a second, River came round. She woke in the arms of a man in a Captain's uniform. She was in a spaceship – not exactly the most glamorous – a little dusty and bronze, flashing with lights. Slowly, she looked up at the man that held her – dark haired, handsome, with a bit of a bum chin.

"Hello?" River stuttered.

"Hello," said the man in an American accent.

River turned her view, where she saw the Doctor sat at a chair with a cocktail glass in his hand. "Where are we?"

"France. Second Worlds War. Hanging over a battlefield," the man replied.

"And this is your ship?" River clarified. "Not exactly Tardis material. A little small."

"Small, efficient, sleek, streamlined – whatever you fancy," he smiled. "So, who are you, gorgeous?"

River grinned. "I'm River. And that's . . ."

"John Smith," the Doctor interrupted.

"My husband," River added, sounding a little disappointed as she gave the Doctor a look of what-was-that-for?

"My name is Captain Jack Harkness. Nice to meet you," Jack smiled, kissing River's hand.

"Married!" the Doctor snapped.

"I was only saying hello," Jack complained.

"That'd better be all," the Doctor warned.

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