Hello, lads! It's 03:00am, in Lisbon (damn, it's late. I'm so sleepy!) Sorry I missed last weekend. I was working late and was tired, it was one hell of week. Aff...back to normal, though. Who interrupted the kiss? Well, you'll see in a bit. I brought someone back to make things more complicated, don't know if he's going to help or not...Let me know what do you think his role should be? A helping hand or a throw you off the cliff hand? xD

Hope you like the story I made for Jack and the Winchesters, I just thought it made sense. I will pick that up in a few episodes.

Sorry for the crappy title. Last minute thing. Hope you enjoy it

Remember, reviews are love.

STORY TIME

XI

BALACLAVA

Both Martha and Sam stepped away from each other as if they had been shocked. They stood against the sink, looking at the person who interrupted them. Neither of them knew how to feel exactly; should they feel ashamed that they were caught or that they were caught by…

"Jack!" Martha called out.

"Well, look at you Miss Martha Jones…"

Yes, Jack Harkness himself stood in doorway, with hands in his pocket and a look in his face of a kid who just witness some mischief in the making. He wore his long navy blue coat with shining button showing his classic dark pants, with blue suspenders and white shirt.

Even though, Martha had heard and seen Jack do some pretty shameful things, right now if she could find a whole in the floor, she would gladly hide. Jack would never let go of this, she could already see all the jokes and teasing coming soon.

"What are you doing here?"

"I popped in for a visit!" He said shrugging. "I had a feeling that, after these two visited me, things were about to get interesting. Glad I wasn't wrong."

"How about calling first?"

"Oh no. That wouldn't be fun at all. "Jack said."Besides I would probably miss all of this."

Jack said showing a dirty smile. Sam looked over his shoulder and saw Martha's expression, she was divided between utter shame and finding the situation rather funny.

"If it makes you feel better, this doesn't come as a surprise. I kinda had a feeling this would happen. You're one smooth rider, Sam. "

Sam gave a nod, feeling so proud of himself. Martha reached him and gave him a nudge, hitting him in the ribs. Then turned to Jack who continued to laugh.

"How did you get in?"

Jack pulled a key out of his pocket, turning it easily between his fingers. It was long, silver three entries.

"I made myself a copy."

"When?"

"The day you moved in." Jack said pocketing the key again. His face turned serious and dark. "I like to watch you sleep, Jones."

"That's not funny." Martha said trying to hide her own smile.

"Why are you so serious? It could be worse, you know? Imagine if you were having sex and I walk in!"

"You'd probably want to join." Martha concluded. Sam's smile disappeared just as quickly.

"Yeah, forgot what I first said, because that would be awkward." He said. Then he blinked one eye, giving Sam a dirty old smile. "Or maybe not…"

"What?" Sam asked confused.

"Jack…" Martha said while covering her mouth, trying to hide her big smile.

"Alright, dear." Jack said turning around and walking out of the kitchen. "I'll let you finish your business; I'll be in the living room."

Martha turned to Sam, who still had a strange look in his face. He looked at Martha with a confused look in his face.

"What did he mean by that?" He asked. Martha stood there quiet, just looking at Sam. Then she let out a snort, covering her mouth again. She bent over, with her shoulders shaking. "Martha?"

When Martha stood straight she let out the biggest laugh Sam ever heard before and in that moment, Sam knew something had changed. He felt the same way he did when he first saw her smile back in the cabin. Her face lit up, her laughter was contagious and it was kind of laugh you want to be the one to cause it. Looking at her, Sam felt himself smile too.

Soon after they were both laughing out loud like crazy people. Even though they tried to hush it out, the moment they'd stare at each other they would just burst out laughing again. There was something about the way they laughed together, their ability to let go of everything at and just laugh like kids that made this moment so special. This was a key moment for them.

Sometimes, it wasn't about the physic side of things; the way one looks in tight jeans or shirt, but the little things, like laughing together. These two shared so much just by having a moment when they laughed out loud like crazy kids.

It came to the point where Martha's eyes were watering and Sam's belly ache.

"Oh God…" Martha said calming herself down, blinking away the tears. "Do you know…how long's been since I was last caught snogging a bloke?"

"How long?" Sam asked regaining his composer.

"I was 13, my mum nearly killed me." Martha said. She took a deep breath, steadying herself and calming down. The laughter was over, now it was serious. "Are you really going to help me?"

"Yes." Sam said. "I said I would."

"Yes, yes you did." Martha agreed. "I just want to be sure you do want to help, because I don't know what this leads to Sam. I have no idea what's behind this. I can't promise you that you'll be safe…"

"Don't worry about it." Sam reassured. "Everything will be fine." He guaranteed. "Do you mind if I check things out in your office? I want to see if I get more information."

"Sure. Go ahead. The filter is down now."

Martha walked away from Sam, but she didn't go very far. In a swift move, Sam laced his arm around her waist pulling her closer. He rested his mouth against her ear and kissed her cheek. Martha allowed Sam to hug her and keep her close. It had been a very long time since a man held her like this. She liked the feeling, the warmth and the sense of security that washed over her.

"To be continued?" He whisper as softly as possible near her ear. Martha felt butterflies looping around her stomach and a smile formed her lips.

She spun around facing Sam. His eyes were dark green, almost brown, his thin lips, still bright red from the kiss, just inches away and all of his body just so close to Martha she could feel his heartbeat. Martha ran her fingers through Sam's dark hair, it was soft and her fingers slipped easily through each strand. She got on the tip toes and sucked Sam's bottom lip, then the upper lip. It was a luscious, shameless and provocative kiss that let Sam feeling all fiery inside.

"Definitely." She answered, walking out on him.

When entering the living room, Jack was at first astounded by the amount of information that he found lying around. He went through all the boxes, reading files, looking through pictures and maps. His foot stepped on an old photograph, which he bent down to pick up from the ground. He recognized it immediately. If Jack wasn't mistaken this photo had been taken in Dayton, Missouri a few years back. It had been a particularly hot day, where he drank gallons of water, just to keep him going and had nothing but a t-shirt and jeans all day. He had to follow the Winchesters everywhere they went, so he spent most of the day inside his car. In fact, in this picture it was visible the boarders of Jack's rental car window framing Dean's figure getting out of the Impala. Sam was already walking to the Dayton's police station, with his hand in his jack pocket getting ready to take out his badge if necessary.

Jack always wondered why UNIT wanted the Winchesters watched so closely. It bugged him, yes it did, but he knew that if he asked he would never get answers. That was UNIT's untold policy: ask no questions, you hear no lies. The first time Jack had ever heard of the Winchesters was a long time ago, when he had been given the mission to follow John Winchester and his boys – that was around the time, Jack and John met (it was no accident, Jack wasn't the best of spies at the time and John spotted him right away. He was never in direct contact with the boys, but he was always around whenever John needed). When Sam went to college and it was just Dean and John, Jack was allowed to go back to UK to lead Torchwood. However, it didn't take long before UNIT call him back demanding eyes on Sam and Dean, that was around 2005 – the same year, Martha went to the USA, which was very curious. So, for all these years Jack had a foot in the Torchwood and another on UNIT in USA, tracking down the brothers. Lucky for him and thanks to UNIT, Jack was able to have help from other agents, soldiers and even analysts who would do the work whenever he couldn't.

It had been hard. Hard weeks, turning into months that piled up in years. It had been hard not explaining his team his side job, to vanish and not being able to explain. But it had to be done. Why? He had no idea.

"So, what's the purpose of your visit, Jack?" Martha said walking in the living room. He was still looking at the pictures with a very serious look.

Jack let go of that photo and grabbed another one, which was on the table. In this one, Sam was talking to a beautiful brunette. They were behind a gas station, talking very closely as if they were keeping a secret. Although, this picture had been taken at night, it was still visible that she had her arms crossed over her chest and Sam looked as if he were trying to explain something to her, with his hands caught mid gesture. Her name was Ruby and Jack knew exactly who she was and what she had done.

He remembered taking this picture. He found odd the fact that Sam had sneaked out of the motel in the middle of the night to talk to this woman, without Dean knowing anything about it. At first, he thought that maybe the woman was just trying her luck with Sam, but when this same scenario repeated itself, he knew she was much more. Sam started to meet her at motels, calling her behind his brother's back, following her around and, eventually, they were seen together in broad daylight without Dean.

The worst part about following the boys around and knowing so much about them, was not being able to intervene in their life and choices. There were many times Jack wished he could've stepped in the field – with a majestic entrance, of course - to give the Winchesters a helping hand or even a good smack, whenever they deserved it. But he couldn't. His job, according to the Major was one and only one; to follow the Winchesters wherever they went, take pictures, make a profile and send weekly reports.

"Jack?"

Jack looked at Martha as if he hadn't noticed her before. Whatever shadow had room in his eyes, rapidly vanished and he was back to being him.

"So, are you finished?" He asked, tossing the picture aside. Martha rolled her eyes and he let out a laugh. "Come on, it's the first time I see you kissing another guy since Mickey or the Doctor. Let me have my fun."

"You are unbelievable…"

"And this comes as a surprise?"

"No, not at all." Martha occupied a seat in the couch. She felt so tired all of the sudden, going through Ghost City with the brothers had drained her. She covered her face and let out a heavy sigh. "I can't believe I'm doing this again."

"Me neither." Jack said sitting in the same chair Martha occupied an hour and a half ago. "You okay, nightingale?"

"No." Martha said resting her hands on her lap. She leaned back looking at Jack. "You didn't just pop up for a visit, did you?"

"No." Jack said. "Before the boys went to see me, I had a visit of from the Major. He asked me if you were poking around Ghost City again."

Martha closed her eyes.

"Why can't he leave me alone?"

"Because he knows you cannot leave it alone."

"There's something going on, Jack!" Martha snapped. "A town vanished overnight and no one cares?! Not a single person cares about it! I was on UNIT back in London, asking people, demanding answers and not one person could give them to me. "

"You think UNIT is hiding something?"

"No…" Martha said. She looked straight in to Jack's eyes and he knew Martha, the soldier, had returned. The determination, the power that thrive that nearly got her mad was back. "I know UNIT is hiding something. Something big, Jack. A case like this can't stay unsolved, unless UNIT wants it to be unsolved."

"Martha…" Jack said. He felt he was recycling old speeches, old conversations he'd had with her a long time ago. "What do you want to do? There questions marks wherever you turn, what do you want to do? You've looked for it, I've helped you, even Torchwood has!"

"You don't get it."

"I don't get?!" Jack said. "I get it perfectly, you think UNIT has a dirty secret in Kaputznya, you think this secret cannot leak, that's why most of information was locked away and some of it has gone missing. What do you want to do about it?"

"Something. Anything. Jack, a case like this can't stay without an answer. Why no one ever bothered to check this up with Kiev? Why wasn't there an investigation? Where is the rest of the information?" Martha got up. "He would know…"

"You mean the Doctor." Jack said. "Well, he's not here…"

"I know." Martha said. She looked at Jack, suddenly having an idea. "I do have you, though."

Jack let out a smile.

"What do you want, dearest?"

When Dean got back to Martha's house the sun was already peering in the horizon. It was going to be a lovely morning, with blue sky and inviting temperatures. He had been all this time erasing his presence from the cabin just outside town and helped Garth, Creature and Kevin find a new hiding place. This time they were protected from everything and everyone. He parked the Impala a few blocks away from Martha's house and walked all the way there. While walking he thought this new adventure was a risk. He was curious, yes. A town, in the middle of nowhere, that had vanished into thin air? That was tempting. He had to admit it, the moment Martha explained the case, showed him the pictures, reports and tapes he had been bitten by the bug of curiosity and adventure. All the way to the house he was thinking what could possibly have taken all these people away? A monster? A big monster? Demons? Lucifer…maybe?

When Dean got to the house, he knocked three times, then twice. He heard footsteps coming behind the door, and then Sam's face appeared.

"Hey." Dean said walking in.

"Is everything okay?" Sam asked closing the door behind him.

"Fine." Dean said. Then he turned around. "The Detectives put out an APB on us."

"What?" Sam asked. Dean took out his jacket, while walking in the living room. "How did you hear?"

"Forgot we have a police radio, Sammy?" Dean said throwing his jacket over a chair. "They have an APB out on us and sketches on every police station. We are screwed."

"Damn it…" Sam managed to say.

"That's one way to put." He said sitting down couch. With his foot he pushed way a box. "We have the police breathing on our neck."

"Don't forget UNIT." Martha added.

"Yes!" Dean said. "So far we have Crowley, the Angels, the freaking State police and UNIT. Just keep'em coming. "

Martha shared a look with Jack, who gave her a simple nod.

"I understand if you don't want to help me, Dean." Martha said. "If you think, your best choice is to run…"

"Look, I was suspicious of you, because we've been backstabbed more times that I can count" Dean said. "But, you saved my brother, you smart like a hunter, you can handle a gun and you have a case that bugged the crap outta me, alright? So, what you say we Sherlock this sucker and you can take my brother out for dinner?"

Martha let out a smile and Sam gave her a confident nod.

"Well, aren't we excited?" Jack said, crossing his right leg over his left. "How about you share your idea, Miss Jones?"

Martha looked at the brothers.

"Well, all my research about Ghost City was done while I was back in London. All the information I gathered was with the help of Torchwood, Jack's team. UNIT has no idea I have all of that in my power, they never allowed me to get too deep into the case…" Martha said. "In fact, I was never there."

"What? You never visit the place?" Dean asked.

"No. In order for me to get there, I had to face all this bureaucracy and ask permission here and there. It would take forever and lead nowhere." Martha explained. "In order for us to know exactly what happened there, we need to be there. In Kaputznya."

The room felt heavy and silent. Sam was the one that spoke first.

"You said its the closest town to Pripyat. Isn't Pripyat radioactive?" Sam asked curious.

"Yes, yes it is." Martha said.

"Oh, well thanks for that…" Dean answered. "We're just going to walk our way in a radioactive town?"

"Pripyat is radioactive, yes. If you stay there long enough it may get to you, but Kaputznya is at safe distant, it was not affected by radiation." Martha said.

"How sure are you of this?"

"Pretty sure."

"Hum…Yeah, pretty sure does saves lives and all." Dean said.

Martha rolled her eyes. "If you don't want to go, I understand."

"Stop it, alright?!" Dean said. "We're going, we'll help you and that's that. How do you want to do this?"

Jack got up from his chair.

"That's where I jump in." He showed his perfect smile. "You're going to Ukraine, folks. Bring your guns and ammunition."

"How are we going? We can't get in a plane." Sam said.

"Who said you were going to?"

Jack opened the door to his basement and went downstairs. When he got to the bottom, he pulled the string on the ceiling lighting up the room. Jack took off his coat and threw it over an old chair and rolled up his sleeves.

"Come on, kids. We haven't got all day." Martha came down the stairs, followed by Dean then Sam. When they got the basement, what they saw was hard to explain.

In the middle of the room was a round shape metal platform, big enough for four people, surrounded by glass window. Jack sat behind a control deck with millions of buttons and screens, in front of the platform. Above his head was an old radar screen that showed the coordinates. At the moment, it was just green and black, but once Jack started typing words and numbers, the screen was brought to life and words started showing in the bottom left. As soon as he was over there was humming sound, the lights under the platform lit up and the metal rose a few inches from the ground.

"All set. Destination locked, you're ready to roll." He said looking at the trio.

"What's that?" Dean asked walking to the platform.

"Vortex manipulator. It can take you anywhere, anytime in space and time." Jack stood up and walked to Dean "It was actually just a bracelet, but I managed to copy its system into something bigger."

Dean looked at Jack.

"You're all such nerds."

"Don't you like smart people?" There was a glow in his eyes that left Dean feeling uncomfortable. "Smart is the new sexy, you know?"

"What?" Dean asked confused.

"Jack!" Martha called out. He turned around gracefully and Martha pointed to the control desk. "Mind concentrating on this instead?"

"Right." Jack walked back to the desk and sat down.

"I feel like I'm on X-Files." Sam said looking at the platform. "This is really real?"

"Really real." Martha said. "Here's the thing, lads. The reason why I'm asking Jack's help is because we're doing this behind UNIT's back. No one is allowed in Kaputznya since all of this happen. So we're going under the radar."

"We're used to fly below the belt." Dean said. Jack let out a small laugh. "What are we doing there exactly?"

"We're going in, taking pictures, seeing things and then we're coming back. If we're caught by UNIT in Kiev, we are more than screwed…"

"That's a comforting thought." Sam said.

"Get on that." Jack pointed to the platform. The glass around the platform whooshed open so Dean, Martha and Sam could get in. As soon as they were in, the door closed once more. "Martha, to your left there's a vortex manipulator bracelet. My bracelet. Use it, but don't break it or lose it. It's your way back home."

Martha turned over to Sam to help her with the bracelet. He gladly helped. Anything to feel her touch once more. They shared a look full of meaning, both fighting the desire to kiss. As soon as Sam as over helping Martha, he gave her an extra squizze on her wrist.

"Aren't you coming?" Dean asked.

"Are you asking me to join?" Jack asked raising an eyebrow. Dean frowned, but Jack just laughed. "No, I can't go. Someone has to keep the Major and UNIT at bay...which will be impossible, because the man is a hawk and the moment he sees that Martha is gone, he's gonna start asking questions."

"I know you'll do your best." Martha said. Jack nodded from behind the desk. "Are the rumors true? Do you know anything about that?"

"What rumors?" Sam asked looking at Jack.

"It's said that there's another group in Kiev, around Pripyat. UNIT is trying to bring them down, but with no success. They are like ghosts, so security around there is heavy." Jack turned to his keyboard. "I'll place you inside Kaputznya, in the woods so you'll have coverage. It's nighttime there, so the darkness will cover for you, but as soon as the sun comes up you have to get back. There are patrols everywhere, with sniffer dogs and well trained soldiers. "He stopped writing and put his hand over a big red button. "You are going in a UNIT secured area with order to kill in sight. Stay safe."

"Will UNIT see us?" Dean asked.

"I don't think so. Can't say the same about the other group, though. Bend your knees."

Then, he pressed the button.

Martha, Dean and Sam all hit the ground hard, but none of them fell. It was a cold night, the sky was dark filled with stars and a moon so big and shiny, that there was no need for flash light. Temperatures were so low, they could actually see their breaths coming out of their nose and their bodies immediately started complaining about the cold.

"Bloody hell, its freezing!" Martha said rubbing her arms.

"Damn right." Dean said looking around. "Da hell are we?"

They were in the middle of the woods, but not a much closed one. The open field looked as if it had been neglected for years; the trees were dead, the ground was lifeless and the bushed had shrank. That small property was left for dead since the 80's, there was no sign of life, no green, no yellow...only darkness, only death.

To their left, beyond the trees, bushes and open field were lights and trucks.

"I'm guessing that's Kaputznya?" Sam asked. The trucks and lights were around a big and tall wall, that separated the town from the desert. "Does it have to be so heavily guarded?"

"I don't think that because of the town." Dean asked. "Jack said there was another group, remember? Maybe it's because of them."

"That makes it harder. How are we going to get in?" Sam asked. The three just stood there looking at the big grey wall that separated them from their goal. It was tricky, indeed. There were lights everywhere, trucks and foot soldiers with dogs, the moment they were out from the woods they'd be spotted and probably shot.

Martha ready to move, when she heard something that made her come to a stop. It resembled a foot crushing a small twig and heavy steps crushing dry leafs "Shush."

"We heard it." Dean said with his hand on his gun. There was the sound again. Something was moving behind them. "Sammy?"

"I got it." He answered, touching the handle of his gun. "Martha?"

"On three…" Martha whispered.

"Don't even think about it, love." Said a voice that made Martha's blood freeze in her veins. She'd recognize this voice anywhere, even in the dark.

Slowly she turned around and saw what was behind them. None other than a group of ten armed men all dressed in black, with black shirts, pants, boots and balaclavas, all armed and ready to fire.

"UNIT?" Dean asked a bit too loud.

"Not at all." The voice answered. Martha couldn't see who was talking, but he was there. Right there. The tosser! "Although, you have to be a complete nutter to come here like this."

"Who are you then?" Sam asked.

Then one of the front men walked in front of them. He was tall, strong and put his gun aside. He took off his balaclava and showed his face. Martha swallowed hard and had to steady herself.

"I'm Mickey Smith." He looked straight at Martha with menacing eyes and no smile. "Hello, love. It's been a while."