Alright. With Hawkerin back in school and TheDoctorMulder in the busiest time of year at work, plus all our parental duties, we've been having a hard time keeping up, so we decided to start posting once a week.

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On series 5: We don't currently have plans for series 5. We might, we might not. By the time we get there in the timeline, theDoctorMulder will be in the midst of a s5 rewrite in the Breaking Point universe, and Hawkerin has already done one. But of course, they'll keep traveling together.

Let's jump through the Whoniverse, and play with Torchwood a bit.

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Jack was ready for this. He'd wondered for a century and a half what had happened with those two years and now, there was the possibility that he would have them back in just a few minutes. He didn't want to say that he would for sure, because the second he did, something would happen.

The Doctor took a deep breath and came closer. "Okay Jack. anything you don't want me to see, just imagine a door in front of it, and I won't look."

"How about this? You can look at anything from during a time I knew you," Jack said. The Doctor nodded and stepped forward, hesitantly reaching out to touch his temples. Instantly, Jack could feel his presence and he let down the mental barriers he'd learned to erect in his youth and had strengthened over many decades.

He could feel the Time Lord's mind sifting through his own, searching efficiently for the missing years. It didn't take long before the Time Lord started reconnecting the missing memories, thoughts coming back to him out of order, in flashes. It was disconcerting and despite the whole process being over in a few minutes, he kept his eyes closed as he tried to process it all as it happened. Friendships destroyed as he discovered what the other agents had been doing, making up a list so that he could report them, only to discover just how far up the ranks the corruption went. He hadn't been sure where to take his findings after that, but knew that he had to do something. Then came Rose and her 'husband.' At the time, he was worried that the Agency was onto him, sending assassins to shut him up, but Rose proved herself rather quickly.

As he remembered the confrontation after the Doctor was restored, his heart broke as he recognized the friend who pulled the trigger on his memories. They had worked together many times, the man wasn't even on his list, but he probably didn't know that. Beyond that, he awoke in his ship, disoriented, sure that he was missing something important. After checking the relative time passed on the ship's computer, he realized just how much he was missing and vowed to get back at whoever had done that to him. In his attempt to snag a Time Agent, he had instead come across a blonde hanging from a barrage balloon and his life was changed forever.

Jack opened his eyes to see the two of them watching him worriedly. He smirked evilly and told the Doctor, "You know, if you're still interested in that threesome…"

"Jack!" the Doctor groaned and Rose giggled.

"I am so glad that I didn't let you go through with that, Doctor. Really, you with the same sensibilities as Jack was just so weird," Rose told them.

"That was just the mindset in that era! It's not my fault! And, yes, I'm very glad that you weren't interested in doing that with Jack," he responded defensively.

"Oh, I never said I wasn't interested. Just knew that you'd be upset afterwards," Rose teased, making the Doctor grab her around the waist possessively and growl into her ear.

"You didn't seem terribly upset by just how often other activities were happening thanks to my lowered inhibitions," he whispered in her ear, sending her images of taking her on the desk at the shop.

Jack laughed at their antics and was very happy to see that the Doctor had finally broken down and told her how he felt. The sexual tension on the TARDIS when he travelled with them had been unbearable. "Wait, Rose, you said I get to be at the wedding!" Jack interrupted as he recalled their conversation in the console room.

Rose and the Doctor exchanged a look, and the Doctor rubbed the back of his neck tensely. Before they had a chance to discuss it any further however, they heard people shouting at each other outside of Jack's office.

"That'll be my team. I'd better go see what's up. You crazy kids don't do anything I wouldn't do," Jack told them with a wink and headed out the door.

"And don't do ninety percent of what you would do," muttered the Doctor. Rose snorted, shook her head and followed Jack out of the room with the Doctor trailing behind her.

"Are you sure no more like him came through?" they heard a thick Welsh voice ask.

"Cross-referencing with the rift activity monitor," another female voice asked. "Doesn't look like it," she continued after a pause.

"The car's been impounded. I'll get it back to the owner in the morning," a man said as they came in view of the group. The Doctor and Rose stood there at the entrance to Jack's office, watching the people working. None of them had noticed them yet. The team was taking care of something that they couldn't see and adding it to a database.

"Sorry. Can you deal with the body when it's cold?" the Welsh woman asked and both the Doctor and Rose tensed up at that. The Doctor more so than Rose. He even backed up. Rose got a fleeting memory from him.

"But of course not. You're the enemy. You're actually named in the Torchwood Foundation Charter of 1879 as an enemy of the Crown."

"My pleasure. And I'll be making sushi," a man in a suit commented.

"No, the morgue, Yan. What happened Gwen?," Jack questioned. The team turned around and looked at Jack, who'd been standing nearby Gwen unnoticed. "Seriously, anyone could have been in here just now, for all the attention you were just paying," Jack chided them.

"Where the hell were you?" Gwen asked. "We got an alert and had to go and you weren't answering your phone.

Jack pulled a cell out of his pocket and looked down at it. "Dead," he explained and plugged the mobile in. "So, what happened?" he repeated.

"An alien that looks like a blowfish on a humanoid body came through the rift, stole a car, led us on a chase through the damned city, killed a man, then was using his wife as a shield," the man dressed in a suit said calmly. His words and his earlier comment about sushi showed that he was irritated, but his manner was as if he were almost bored.

"That explains 'making sushi'. Since when do you do field work, Ianto Jones?" Jack asked with his arms crossed.

"Not the first time," Ianto remarked.

"You weren't picking up, Jack," Gwen reminded him, poking him in the chest.

"Dead phone. Besides, I was busy," Jack replied.

"Oh, I bet you were," Gwen joked.

"Who was it this time?" Another man came up some steps. "Guy? Girl? Alien chick with three breasts?"

"That would be your fantasy, Owen," Jack teased, pointing at him. "I did that a hundred and eighty years ago and let me tell you, it's not quite as exotic as it sounds unless you have a fetish for breasts." Rose snorted at that and the Doctor shook his head. All of the members of Jack's team turned and looked up at the pair.

"Ah, so it was a threesome," Owen spoke up. "She's hot." Rose blushed.

"Oi!" the Doctor protested. "There was none of…" He made a circular hand gesture between himself, Rose, and Jack. "...that happening." He looked like he was going to be sick at the thought.

"Awww, Doc. That's no-" Jack started. Rose couldn't help herself, she started giggling.

"Don't you dare, Jack Harkness!" the Doctor threatened.

"Doc?" Gwen asked. "As in the right sort of doctor?"

"Yeah," Jack confirmed. "Everyone, this is the Doctor and Rose Tyler. Doc, Rose, this is Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones, Toshiko Sato, and Owen Harper." He pointed out each person in turn as he introduced them as they both started going down the stairs.

"This is the Doctor?" Toshiko asked. "No, I met the Doctor once. He was an older man, with close cropped hair. Much bulkier in build."

"Oh, that was him," Rose spoke up. Jack echoed the sentiment.

"When was this?" the Doctor wondered, his brow furrowed in thought.

"Space pig. He said aliens were faking aliens. That was really you?" Tosh questioned.

"You were the woman who did the autopsy!" the Doctor exclaimed, finally placing her. "I thought you worked for UNIT? What're you doing in Torchwood?"

"I worked for Torchwood then too, just started really. But how can you look so completely different? Even your accent is changed!" Tosh asked dismissing his question of any ties to UNIT. She wasn't even supposed to be there, but Owen had a hangover that day and she covered for him.

The Doctor gave a quick rundown of regeneration to her, corroborated by Jack and Rose, who had both met him in that incarnation. As soon as he was finished, he stared at Gwen and asked, "What was your name again?"

"Gwen Cooper," she replied.

"Tell me, Gwen Cooper, are you from an old Cardiff family?" he wondered.

"Yes, all the way back to the eighteen hundreds," Gwen answered..

"Ah, thought so. Spatial genetic multiplicity," the Doctor babbled.

"Oh my god, it's uncanny. Wow," Rose gasped as she recognized the woman as Gwyneth, whom they had met on their trip to meet Charles Dickens.

"Yeah, it's a funny old world," the Doctor commented. Gwyneth had died, never having had children, so the odd chances of a family member matching her so completely were astronomical.

"What have you lot got down there?" the Doctor asked, finally seeing the creature they'd brought in.

"The Blowfish...thing," Ianto answered.

The Doctor stepped down the stairs and took a look at it, then he turned his gaze directly on Jack. "Why is this Piscine dead?" he wondered in a dark voice.

"He killed a man, then used his wife as a shield. We tried talking him down, but…" Owen said, then trailed off, gesturing at the evidence of what had happened.

Suddenly, an alarm went off and Toshiko, who was closest to it, went over and peered at the screen. "Rift activity," she announced.

"Doc, you wanna see what we get up to on a daily basis? Here's your opportunity," Jack offered as he put on his coat from the second world war. Rose looked at the Doctor and just raised her eyebrows.

"Okay," was all the Doctor could say to her. "I'll give them a chance."

They left the hub and piled into a pair of black SUVs. The Doctor sat shotgun with Owen and Rose sat in the back with Gwen as she was using the computer installed in the backseat. As they went to their destination, they used radios to relay data back and forth, a sort of briefing on the go.

Rose thought it was brilliant, but she thought one thing was odd. "How comes, if you're a secret agency, you've got your name plastered on the side of the car?"

"I know," Gwen agreed. "It's not my call, though, and we're not quite as secretive anymore." She then looked at Rose calculatingly. "So, you've known Jack for a long time?"

"Yeah," Rose replied. "Jack and us go way back."

"Can I ask you about him?" Gwen wondered and Rose instantly knew she didn't know much about Jack's past. She could see the Doctor out of the corner of her eye, paying attention to the conversation.

"Ask away," Rose replied. "I can't guarantee that I can answer, though." She felt the Doctor's pride and glanced at him to see that he was smiling.

"Fair enough. Okay. Very basic question. When's his birthday?"

Rose laughed. "Are you testing me? I don't know when his birthday is. It never came up. You don't think much about birthdays when time traveling."

"We don't even know his real name or even what century he was born in," Owen explained.

Rose could practically feel their frustration. She understood. The early days with the Doctor were like that for her, and she still didn't know much about before the war, but she'd made peace with not knowing. He was almost a millennium older than her, maybe more. It was practically impossible for her to know everything about him, and she had decided to let him come clean about things in his own time. For the most part.

"I'm sorry, Gwen. I shouldn't say anything about any of that. If he hasn't said anything, there's probably a reason for it. Those are his secrets to tell. But if you're worried about him, all you need to know is what you see now. That's Jack. He's basically a good man," she tried to reassure the Welsh woman.

"We're here," Owen announced. They pulled up to the curb and got out, the Doctor and Rose following the Torchwood team. They saw a man's body lying on the curb. Rose had been privy to some extreme horrors in her time, including seeing a whole city of people who had all died at once, but she still didn't want to see someone lying on the ground, twisted up.

They watched the team ask questions and take readings. It wasn't long before they concluded that the man had been murdered by a bipedal, probably humanoid person who'd come through the rift. The body itself wasn't any of their concern, though, so they went to leave. Back at the Range Rover, Jack's Vortex manipulator beeped.

"Whoa, that never beeps," Ianto said, staring at the wrist strap.

"I've never heard it make any noise when you weren't scanning anything," Rose added.

"That's what I was thinking," Jack said and pressed a button on the leather cuff.

A hologram of a man with slicked back, dark brown hair, a red coat with white decoration on the front, jeans and a very prominent leather holster popped up.

"I can't believe I got the answer machine. What can you be doing that's more important than me?" he complained. "Anyway, you've probably traced the energy shift, found the body. All me. Sorry about the mess. Bill me for the clean up. Now. Drinks. Retrolock the transmission coordinates, that's where I am. And hurry up. Work to do." Then he did something that Rose would have found hilarious had the man not just admitted he'd killed someone. He said, "Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope," in a high pitched, girly voice, then turned and looked behind him like Princess Leia had in Star Wars. When the message cut off, everyone looked at Jack with the unasked question.

Rose had been paying attention to Jack as well as the hologram and knew the look on her old friend's face. This was someone he didn't want any dealings with, and he wanted him gone as soon as possible.

"It's all about the past today," Jack practically growled. "Stay here. Don't come after me," he ordered everyone. "That includes you two." He pointed at Rose and the Doctor. "I'm sorry, Rosie, but I've gotta take care of this on my own."

"We're here if you need us," Rose reminded him. She let him go off without protest, knowing that whatever it was, Jack would at least get out of it alive-not to mention, if the team was anything like she thought, they'd go after him anyway. The Doctor just watched Jack leave. The team protested and asked questions until Jack left, then Tosh announced that she could track him and find out where he was. They all piled in the remaining Range Rover. The Doctor and Rose sat in the middle in the back, with Rose on the Doctor's lap.

"Well, this isn't how I expected the day to go," the Doctor said in Rose's mind.

"Is it ever what we expect?" Rose asked cheekily. "Trouble magnet, you are."

"I blame all the trouble on you, oh Jeopardy friendly one," he teased.

"So what's your excuse for the other nine centuries?" she wondered. At that, he dug his fingers into her side, threatening to tickle her. "Don't! There's no room for it!" she begged in his mind.

The SUV pulled over, and everyone else quickly got out. The Doctor and Rose took a bit longer, entangled in each other as they were. The four members of Jack's team were discussing tactics for covering the exits and had decided that they'd have two on the front entrance and two on the rear before Rose was completely out of the car.

She made to follow them automatically, but the Doctor grabbed her hand and held her back. "Let them take care of it," he warned. She almost protested, but she could feel his worry. Suddenly, a few gunshots rang out, and Rose jumped. A few seconds later, they heard Jack telling everyone everything was okay and the Doctor left the side of the SUV and went through the open door into the bar within.

"-every way. And then some," they heard an unfamiliar voice brag.

"It was two weeks!" Jack protested. It looked like the two of them had gotten into a fistfight. Both men were cut and bruised, and there was shattered glass and overturned tables everywhere, but both of them stood at the bar and had obviously been drinking.

"Except that two weeks was trapped in a time loop, so we were together for five years. It was like having a wife," he grumbled.

"You were the wife," Jack countered. They spent a few rounds going on about which one was the wife and Rose found it funny.

"Yes, we get it, you were a couple of wives," the Doctor spoke up, exasperated.

"Oh, but I was a good wife," the unknown and oddly dressed man said before he took another swig.

"I bet you were," Tosh blurted out.

"What?" Owen asked, glancing over at her jealously.

"Don't pretend you haven't noticed. He's cute," she defended herself.

"Oh, you do have a blonde!" the new man exclaimed delightedly. "You're holding all the hot people, aren't you Jack? Hello, beautiful, I'm Captain John Hart," he introduced himself. Something about the man made her skin crawl.

"Rose Tyler," she replied in a colder voice, letting him know that she wasn't the least bit interested. She could feel the Doctor's relief and sent him her annoyance at his jealousy at that particular moment. He flashed her the memory of their conversation in Jack's office where she admitted that she'd been interested.

"What are you doing here?" Jack asked John directly.

"I was wondering when we'd get to that!" He held up his arm and exposed a wrist strap just like Jack's.

"That's the same as yours," Tosh pointed out.

"A little smaller," Jack bragged.

"But lasts much longer," John countered. "Get two Time Agents in the same room together, it's always about the size of the wrist strap."

"Yes, sorry, what's a Time Agent?" Owen asked.

"What, he's never told you about his past?" John asked.

"No, he hasn't," Gwen answered.

"Fifty-first century police of time, or so they think," the Doctor explained. "You can't properly police time without time senses."

"Oh, and who do you think you are?" John asked the Doctor. He peered at the man for a few seconds before his eyes widened in recognition. "You, you're a Time Lord."

"The Doctor, hello!" he introduced himself with false joviality. Rose could feel the slight perverse pleasure he took out of the man's momentary fear. He really didn't like the Time Agency, but had once explained that there were fixed points regarding them and he couldn't do anything about them as a whole.

John seemed to gather himself quickly. "Anyway," he started, pressing some buttons to bring up a hologram projection of a canister. Rose was reminded of the night they'd met Jack and him projecting a hologram of the Chula ambulance. "I'm working with this woman. Beautiful, clever, sexy, yadda yadda yadda, and we both get shot. And as she's dying, she begs me. She tells me about these radiation cluster bombs she'd been working on," he explained.

"I don't like the sound of that," Owen commented.

"Three canisters, contents beyond toxic, swallowed up in a rift storm," he told the group.

"And ended up here," Tosh realized.

"Of course they did," Rose muttered.

"Bingo. That's the downside of your city being built on a rift in space and time. Now, left to their own devices, the radiation will break down the canisters and then infect your people and planet. They need to be neutralised," John explained, letting them know he needed their help without coming right out and saying it.

"What do you get out of this?" Jack wondered.

"Dying woman's wish. Now, there's only one problem. I don't know where they are. Hoping local knowledge might help," the Time Agent said. Rose didn't think that was it at all. John seemed more selfish than that. She sent the Doctor her suspicions, and he agreed.

"When we get back to the Hub, I can run a citywide scan on radiation surges and cross reference that with the Rift activity during that time span," Tosh offered.

"Ooh, I like you, brains and beauty. You see, together it's an easy job," John praised.

"We do this, you get of here when it's finished. Right away," Jack ordered coldly. Rose wondered if this man was one of those that Jack had found out about in his investigations.

"Does this mean I get to see your house?" John asked hopefully.