I am in love with Downton Abbey. Just saw the Christmas Special, nearly fainted in delight.

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BTW: Nothing of this sort has ever happened to me before, so this may be completely inaccurate, though I hope none of you are able to tell, I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

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Jack was lounging on his bead, flipping the piece of paper with Donna Noble's phone number written on it over and over in his hands. He recalled her words upon writing the number.

"Don't think it's a promise for a date or anything," she'd said. "Just a number, so no creepy business GI Joe, or I'll slap you within an inch of your life." He grinned at the memory, and read the phone number again, realizing with a jolt that it had been ingrained on his brain. He was awakened from his daze by a hurried knock on the door. He stood up and made his way over to the door. The knocking continued, persistent.

"Alright, alright, I'm-" he opened the door, to reveal a scantily clad Toshiko, wrapped in a long skinny blanket, the kind that went around the end of your bed to keep your feet warm.

"Wha-?" he asked, before Tosh cut him off.

"The Doctor." She said, in a tiny voice, eyes wide. "He's asleep now... He..." she explained the rebound to Jack, and he felt himself growing increasingly angrier by the second.

"So he ra-"

"No." She cut him off firmly, shaking her head vigorously. He sighed, and buried his face in his hands.

"Come in, sit down," he said absently. She hesitated for a moment, before scuttling over the threshold, and perching herself on the foot of his bed. He closed the door, and leaned against it, his mind spinning. How could the Doctor do this? A man he had known and trust for so long, do something this terrible? He'd seen the spark of attraction between them, the minute she stepped out of the TARDIS doors, wearing that dress, a blind polar bear would have noticed. But now that Rose was gone, the Doctor went around talking women into it? This was just... But a woman that he'd known that Jack held close to him? He felt rage, rage like he'd never felt before bubbling away inside him. He'd have to get Tosh home, and then he'd find the Doctor, he'd find the Doctor and he'd bloody kill him. How must she be feeling now? Not great, that was for certain. He realized that Donna's phone number was still in his hand, and another sense of panic enveloped him. What if she had agreed to come with them? What if it had been her and not Toshiko? Was no woman near this man? Jack had known grief in many, many different forms, and known (and been known) terrible things to happen when any person was under its spell. Was this just the Doctor's way of coping with grief? He was going to toss that man into a volcano.

"Jack?" Tosh's voice shook him out of his reverie. He gazed at her for a moment, at her terrified face, then pushed himself away from the door, and opened his closet. He reached inside, and pulled out one of his uniform pale blue shirts, and tossed it at her.

"Put that on," he commanded, turning his back, while she changed, he thought about what they needed to do.

"Done." He turned around, and grabbed her elbow, pulling her to the door, pressing his ear against it, and listening intently, then turning back to her.

"Does the TARDIS know?" he asked. Her eyes widened more, and she nodded.

"She spoke to me." Tosh said, in a choked voice.

"And?" he asked sharply. She flinched, and moved away slightly. He sighed, agitated, and pulled her into an embrace, where she stood, tense and uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I really am. I'm just so... he was my friend, I never thought he'd do something like this, let alone to somebody who I care about so much... I'm sorry." He pressed a cheek to the top of her head, and he felt her nodding in acceptance. He pulled away slightly, but didn't let go of her.

"She said," she began timidly, and Jack gently rubbed her arm in encouragement. "She said she was sorry for me, she said she'd make sure that he got his punishment." He nodded, taking in the information and then placed a hand on his bedroom wall.

"Hey there gorgeous," he said, closing his eyes, and flicking a flirtatious smile at nothing in particular.

'Honestly Captain,' a familiar voice tutted in his mind. The ship's humming increased slightly as she spoke.

"I was thinking, I know you're linked to the Doctor, can he hear us?" he asked.

'No. I've blocked this conversation from him. Why?' He laughed proudly.

"Good girl, sexy," he told her, with a slight wolf whistle.

"Jack," Toshiko said nimbly. "Is now really the time to be flirting with a spaceship?" she asked.

"Any time is time to flirt with this particular space ship." He told her, with a wink, then closed his eyes again and addressed the TARDIS. "Can you help us out for a bit please?"

'Hmph.' came the reply, the humming becoming angrier. 'I help you out, as you put it, every single day! For starters I make sure that you don't burn to a crisp every time you travel through the vortex? Or should I stop doing that do you think, is it a bit much?'

"No, no, no!" he began immediately. "Sorry, I didn't phrase that right!" The humming calmed, though not entirely peaceful. "Of course I appreciate everything you do for us, I know it's a lot, but would it be too much another favour from you?"

'Of course not.' She replied pleasantly.

"Thanks, baby." He said, with a cheeky grin.

'What do you need?'

"Ok, well, I fly us to Cardiff, could you do that without disturbing the Doctor's sleep?"

'Of course.'

"Great. If I set the co-ordinates for somewhere else, once we've landed, would you be able to go there one Tosh and I are outside?"

'Naturally!'

"Oh, you are too brilliant!" he said, with a smirk. "Thank you so much!"

'You're welcome dears!'He took his hand away from the wall, and hurried to the desk, found a piece of paper, and scrawled a note on it, then found Toshiko's hand.

"Come on," he whispered. "We're leaving." She smiled hopefully, and he grinned falsely down at her. They snuck through a corridor, and immediately found themselves in the control room.

"You've been re-arranging rooms again, haven't you old girl?" he whispered. The humming increased, and the lighting changed in only what could be explained as an embarrassed blush. He dropped Tosh's hand, and hurried over to the control panel typing in the date.

"We'll have been on earth in July and Christmas, so I'll take us there for boxing day, just in case we end up with a paradox." He muttered. She nodded.

"Five months, we'll have been missing?" she whispered, and he nodded in confirmation. He pulled a lever, and kept the joystick steady. They landed smoothly, and he pulled away from the controls grinning proudly. He punched in the new co-ordinates, a small planet somewhere in the vicinity of Betleguse, plucked the note from his pocket, leaving it on the scanner, and then turned to face Toshiko. She'd picked up their discarded coats, and had already donned her leather jacket, and was holding his coat out to him. He took it from her, and draped it around her shoulders, over her jacket, then wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders, and steered her out of the ship. Before he closed the door, he threw a wink inside.

"Thanks, beautiful." He said, letting the door snap shut behind him. He watched the spaceship de-materialize, then strode to the invisible lift, and they descended, under the cover of the night.

She woke, in the morning, in yet another strange bed. He didn't remember how she got there, all she remembered was falling asleep on the couch after...

Ah.

She felt...dirty. Strange. She felt so very, very, unlike herself. How could a man so... charming, so... nice, so kind, so spectacular be that... She shuddered at the memory, and felt tears welling up in her eyes. Picking up the corner of the bed sheet, and wiped her eyes sniffing slightly. She sat up, and looked around her. She was in a hole in the ground, in a bed with smelt like Jack. Reassuring. She spotted a ladder to the side of the bed, and she clambered up it shakily, and she found herself in Jack's office. She realized that she was still wearing his shirt, and how bad this would look if the others were there. As if on cue, she heard agitated voices, and realized that they must be there after all. She climbed up the last few rungs and stood on the floor, steadying herself against his desk. She felt shaky, and couldn't walk properly for some reason. Shock, maybe? Making sure all the buttons on the shirt were done up, she breathed deeply, and half walked, half stumbled outside. The three other team members, as well as the sweet girl that Ianto brought back from Canary Wharf were crowded around the sofa, where Jack sat, a blanket rumpled over his legs, obviously having slept there, while the others shouted accusingly at him.

"Where's Tosh?"

"Why have you been gone so long?"

"You left us!

"Where did you go?"

"Why didn't you tell us you were back?"

"We had no idea what to do!"

"You idiot!"

"We were so worried!"

"I don't even know you, and I was worried!" shouted Adele.

"Where's Tosh?" Ianto repeated.

"I'm here." She said, with a small sniff, leaning against the door frame for support. All of them turned around to stare at her, open mouthed. Ianto moved forwards to hug her, but Owen beat him to it.

"Were where you? We were so worried! Are you alright?" She didn't hug him back, she simply stood, too scared what might happen if she did. She used to feel so safe in these arms, the one time he'd hugged her. She used to feel so joyous and carefree around this man, now she was afraid, and cold. She gathered all her strength, and pushed him slightly.

"Tosh?" he asked, beginning to panic. She began to breathe shakily, feeling her throat swell, and her eyes dampen. She searched the room; until she saw him suit, tie, smelled like coffee, kind and gentle concerned face. She held out her arms to him, and in an instant he was embracing her. It took her a moment to process anything, before she sobbed.