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Well, that went great. Not! Timing, Jack. Timing.

So, now it's time for a vacation for our new favorite couple. Who's ready to see what happens?

Sit back and enjoy!

Love always,

Avoline

Rider followed Jack out of the door, looking around at the strange surroundings. It was dry, and sandy, and hot. And he was still wearing his jeans and t-shirt.

"What is it with you and your dad," Jack commented. "Your clothes always give you away." The blond raised an eyebrow. "Your t-shirt was white when I met you in present day. It's green now. So we're probably in the past or the future." Rider laughed.

"Dad said his suit used to do the same," he answered. "Yet Mum always asked." The brunet chuckled.

"That cause she never knew when he was lying," he pointed out. "Even I couldn't tell some times. You don't strike me as a liar."

"Not fond of it," the smaller man replied. "Let's look for some locals and see if we can figure out where the hell we are." The taller man scoffed a bit.

"Good luck with that," he chuckled. "I don't think anyone here speaks English."

"TARDIS, remember," Rider pointed out. "It translates everything. So we'll understand them, and they'll understand us." Jack nodded.

"Of course," he laughed. "How could I forget? Oh, I know! Months of not travelling with a Time Lord!"

"Speaking of." The blond reached for his lover's wrist and unclipped the device around his wrist. "I thought dad had taken this from you already."

"Well, I got it back," the older man pouted.

"Go figure," Rider muttered under his breath. "Let's go find someone and figure out when we are."

As it turned out, they were in the past. More specifically, they were in the Australian desert in the 1920s. Rider thought he and Jack would have to be careful with how they interacted with each other. He knew that the least little thing would end their trip badly.

"Either way, we're screwed," Jack muttered as they made their way through whatever town they were in. "Won't find a horse here. Not one like Rogue."

"I'm in no hurry to replace her," the Time Lord whispered. "I just don't want to get chased out before we figure out why we were brought here." Jack briefly squeezed his hand before returning his own back to his pocket.

"I know," he soothed quietly. "I wish I had tried harder to save her." He chuckled. "You're a lot like your father. Focusing on others until you break." The blond shot his lover a glare.

"I do not," he argued. "I just started this adventure."

"And you've held together remarkably, let me tell you," Jack laughed.

"I try," the blond answered. "So, I wonder what we'll be facing." He stopped next to his boyfriend.

"I think I know," the brunet stated. "And I don't think riding it out is an option." Brown eyes looked up to see something metallic in the distance.

"That's too new to be of this time," he commented. "Far too shiny. And far too industrial."

"Cybermen," the man from the future informed. "And it seems like a whole town of them."

"I hope to God that we aren't helping them."

"Of course, they need our help," Jack complained for the fifteenth time.

The town of Cybermen were under siege, and had begged as best robots could for help. They couldn't tell the duo exactly what was attacking them, but that didn't deter Jack from insisting on helping.

"This goes against everything Torchwood stands for, huh," Rider joked.

"I'd hate to know what your dad would think if he found out we were helping Cybermen," the immortal shot back. "He hates them. Always has."

"Always will." They glanced up as an odd noise reached their ears. "I wonder if what we're hearing is what's been attacking them. It seems to be moving fast."

"Yeah, it is." The blond squinted as he tried to see what was approaching. "Doesn't help that I can't see it. Maybe it has a cloaking mechanism of some sort." Sand blast into the air a few hundred yards in front of them. "Or maybe it's just invisible."

They ran back towards town, only to see another blast of stand that direction.

"We're never going to make it," Jack stated. "It's too fast. The citizens in town don't stand a chance!" They slowed down, helpless to stop the inevitable destruction. "All we can do is sit back and watch. Dammit."

"Don't beat yourself up about it," the Time Lord pointed out. "Dad lost a few as well. Can't win them all." Jack turned away before the unseen ship fired. "Let's lay low. Then we can sneak to the TARDIS and get the hell out of here." The brunet nodded, and they found a rock to hide behind.

"I hate hiding, sometimes," Jack muttered.

"I know, Jack," the blond soothed. "I know." He reached for his lover's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "But we can't fight this one. The TARDIS isn't a fighter jet; it's not equipped for combat." Jack shook his head at the robotic screams reached their ears.

"One of the Doctor's rules," he inquired.

"Yep."