A.N: Thanks to all those people who have reviewed the last two chapters. I've had nearly double the amount of reviews for the last two chapters than I had for the rest of the story all together. I'm glad people enjoyed the doughnuts.

Chapter 10.

The four employees of Torchwood 3 had gone to their respective homes to catch a couple of hours shuteye before the real work began. Rose had retired to her room in the Tardis for the very same reason.

Jack and the Doctor had stayed in the Hub, running programmes in a bid to locate the Xanodere. Thanks to the DNA traces at the crash site, the Tardis had narrowed down the search parameters and was very close to honing in on the location.

While the Doctor had been running the tracking programme from the Tardis console room, Jack had been running diagnostics on the alien tech that the team had been able to recover from the crash. Several strange contraptions were hooked up to Tosh's computers, which were quietly buzzing and humming as they analysed the foreign units.

Jack had retreated to his office. The computers had been set running and didn't need him to supervise them. They completely had it from there. So he was sat at his desk, feet up, reclining back, waiting for the Doctor and quietly thinking to himself.

Jack was so deep in thought, that despite waiting for the Doctor, he did not notice her for near ten minutes while she stood in the doorway looking at him. He finally noticed a person shaped shadow by the door and turned to look at her, seeing a lazy smile grace her features.

Jack took his feet down from the desk and indicated to the chair across from him so that the Doctor could sit herself down too.

"Hey Doc, how's the tracking going?"

"All right…the Tardis has everything sorted…she knows what she's doing so there isn't much I can do until the tracking is finished and Xanodere is found." The Doctor looked at Jack with a gaze that seemed to bore right down in to his soul. She was still smiling that warm peaceful smile. "How are you holding up? And how did you get back to Earth?…Particularly Cardiff in Rose's time?"

"Long story short, I hitched a ride. Not even sure what with. A ship came to dock at the satellite, and I hid from view until I could sneak in and hide in the cargo bay. They never noticed me and they wound up here. I've been back on Earth for three years now. How long has it been your time?"

"Six months…he thought you'd died."

"I did, I just didn't stay that way. Earlier you said something about the Bad Wolf. Did that bring me back?"

"Must have. He told Rose you'd stayed to rebuild the Earth. Didn't know what else to say to her."

Jack gave a wry smile. "Did she miss me then?"

The Doctor looked at Jack sharply. Did Jack really think that only Rose felt anything for him?

"Jack…I missed you."

Their eyes met and they shared a moment of understanding. Loss, regret and acceptance were communicated through their steady gazes. Neither used to being so open, they started to feel uncomfortable within a few moments.

Clearing his throat, Jack decided to break the tension and the silence.

"So…Doctor…female…" Jack grinned the grin that could make a nun lift her skirts, "how's that working out for ya?"

The Doctor started grinning herself. She chewed on he tongue contemplatively, trying to distinguish between her thoughts and git's thoughts to come up with a reasonable answer.

It's good. Strange but good. He doesn't like it though. Well, he likes the body well enough…boobs are really fun…but he doesn't like my mind invading him so much…they jiggle…Rassilon it's weird. At first I could just influence him but now…she's taking over…but I can't help it. It's like there's two of us in here but we're both exactly the same person. Just separate parts of the same sentience that don't even like each other all that much."

"You know Doc, not many people get to experience certain things from both perspectives. It'd be a shame to miss out."

Jack got up from the desk and busied himself in the corner. The Doctor couldn't see what he was doing but he was bending low opening a cupboard and getting things out and arranging them somehow.

While Jack did that, the Doctor's inner dialogue was becoming an inner argument.

'You can't be seriously contemplating this? Me and Jack?'

'What's wrong with that?'

'It's me and Jack that's what's wrong with it.'

'It's not you and Jack it's me and Jack. Anyway you're too hetro for your own good. It's not healthy.'

'I don't care what you think, I won't let you do it.'

'You seem to be working under the assumption that you have a choice in the matter. You don't.'

'I'm warning you witch…'

She muttered the last of the argument under her breath.

"Oh go to sleep Theta."

She felt the male presence of her mind recede as she put up mental barriers, forcing him to the back where she had been for nine centuries.

"What was that Doctor?" asked Jack, turning around as her heard her mumble something incomprehensible.

"Nothing. Just thought I'd told you to buy me a drink first?"

Jack turned around fully; bringing with him a silver tray bearing a decanter of whiskey and two crystal cut tumblers and a wide smirk.

The Doctor found herself flushed with glee and a newfound playfulness as she vacated her chair and hopped up so that she was perched on the desk.

"Why Jack…it almost seams as if you're planning on seducing me."

"Why Doctor…it almost seems as if you're going to let me."

"Might be."

Jack moved over to the opposite side of the desk to the Doctor, sat himself on the desk, mirroring the Doctor's position and placed the tray of drink between them. He poured them each a generous helping of the malt liquor. As they chinked their glasses together and took a sip, he moved himself closer to the Doctor so that when the glasses were lowered, their faces were barely inches apart.

"And how would he react to that?"

She felt her face splitting into what she hoped was a sensual and heady grin. She lowered her eyelids and gazed at him through her lashes as she tried to mentally nudge the male within her mind to see how he fared.

Silence.

"He's asleep right now I'm afraid. But I'm sure he wouldn't mind. After all, it's my body too, and I already told him that I planned to enjoy it." A dark mysterious glint appeared in her eyes. "I'm sure you could help me with that."

"I believe I could"

He took the tumbler out of her hands and placed it back on the tray with his. He turned his attention back to her and brought his face closer, allowing his cool breath to dance around her skin.

"Well in that case…" she said as her hand came up to his cheek, "wanna show me how much fun some of my new muscles can be. I'm sure you're the man for the job." Her other hand curled in a loose fist as she brought it to his chin to lightly stroke his stubble with her knuckles. His hands had found her waist to support her weight and keep her close to him. "After all, you are reputed, Captain, to be the Casanova of the 51st century."

"How did you find out about that?"

"I'm just that good."

"Let's find out."

No more words were spoken. Glass crashed to the ground as lips crashed together. Arms, hands and fingers roamed. Muscles were tested again and again. Giggles, moans, gasps and whimpers.

An office was wrecked as the Doctor discovered just how much fun being a woman could really be.

A.N: please keep reviewing people. They make me happy. Now I offer David Tennant with melted chocolate. Or I would if I could (well…actually I'd probably keep him for myself!) but sadly he does not belong to me, so I offer only the mental image.

For those who enjoyed being pelted with edible ball bearings but still did not review, I now pelt you with rotten fruit and vegetables. HaHa!!!