As if you don't already known, Torchwood does not belong to me, so please enjoy the read and don't yell at BBC is it stinks. :)
Alonso continued to tell his story, as Jack encouraged him to remember the details and to let it all out; hold nothing back, Alonso did just that. He told him more about how the angels were serving guests and then the next minute they were killing everyone with their halos. How his captain had gone insane, and when he tried to stop him, he was shot. To escape the angels Alonso had locked himself in the control room, but he was unable to stop the ship as it plunged towards Earth and the destruction of London. He described seeing Earth from his ship, how beautiful it was then how scared he had become as they fell through space and bared down on London only to stop just short of its destruction. Then there was the Doctor, the quirky thin little man, who seemed to have all the answers. He talked about the Doctor excitedly, how he saved everyone and was brilliant. Jack laughed and then he cried as Alonso talked through the night and into the wee hours of the morning. Alonso paused then yawned and when he realized how late it was he invited Jack to come with him to his room where they could continue to talk, amoung other things, besides they were both a bit drunk, well maybe more than a bit, and a little weary. Jack accepted eargerly as an ear to ear grin spread across his face. They both stood up, Jack payed the tab and they left the pub. Jack followed Alonso, his anticipation building. Neither spoke much, they seemed to know what would come next. Once they entered the room, both quickly began undressing. Alonso finished first, and took a moment to fold his clothes neatly and lay them on the chair, then he crawled into bed pulling the covers over him. Jack had paused to watch him, and smiled as he watched Alonso fold his clothes and put them on the chair. Jack finished undressing and hopped into bed and cuddled up next to him, only to find him fast asleep. Jack didn't mind though, he watched as his chest rhythemically rose and fell. As he watched him sleep he had a sudden yearning. He nodded his head, he knew it was time. He was ready to go home back to Earth where he belonged and he was taking Alonso with him. He quietly slipped out of the bed walked over to his coat and pulled out his cell phone. As with Rose's phone the Doctor had adjusted Jacks so he could call from almost anywhere in the universe. He started dialing a very familiar number.
The phone rang several times, before someone finally answered, but not who Jack had expected, is was a mans voice on the other end.
Jack a bit shocked paused a moment before speaking. "Hello?"
On the other end someone answered very groggily. "Ello"
Feeling very confused Jack answered him back. " Hello, who is this?"
"What do you mean who is this, who the bloody hell do you think it is, and who are you?"
Jack getting a little angry. "I am the one asking questions here, who are you and why are you on this phone line?"
" I don't know who you are or why you are calling at this time of night, but unless you tell me right now who you are I'm just gonna hang up."
Jack became angrier, he spoke sternly. "It's Jack, Captain Jack Harkness. Now who are you?"
Doubt in his voice, "Bollocks, tell me who you really are."
Jack became very frustrated this conversation was going no where, "I really am Jack Harkness."
Still feeling the grip of sleep he wiped his hands across his eyes, his voice turning defiant, "Alright prove it."
On the verge of pure annoyance Jack sighed deeply then answered. "I am a good friend of the Doctor and have traveled with him in the TARDIS and I once worked at Torchwood."
Still not believing he scoffed. "Okay if that's true what's the one thing the Doctor always tells Jack?"
Jack moaned loudly, ran his hand through his hair and shuffled his feet then very accurately mocked the Doctor, "Stop it Jack."
In total disbelief, "Oh my God, you really are Jack. This is Mickey, Mickey Smith."
"What? I call from a million miles away and what do I get for my troubles, I get stuck talking to you? I thought I had gotten rid of you ages ago. You just won't go easily will you." Jack laughed loudly. Alonso stirred but did not wake.
Mickey sighed. Spoke a bit huffed, "No you ain't got rid of me, and you ain't bloody likely too either. Why are you callin' 'ere Jack?"
Jacks tone turned serious. "I need to speak with Martha Jones, it's very important, do you know where I can find her?" Jack hoped she was close by.
"Yeah, she's in bed in the other room where she should be this time of night and by the way her name is Martha Jones-Smith now."
Jack was surprised but happy as he replied to Mickey " Mickey you ol' dog you, way to go ! I would have never believed she'd go for a guy like you."
Micky now the one sounding annoyed. " What do you mean a guy like me?"
" Nothing, nothing really." Jack stuttered, getting a bit serious again. " I, I really do need to speak with Martha though."
"It better be important Jack, I will go and wake her, hang on." Mickey set the phone down.
Jack listened quietly he heard footsteps padding across the floor. A door opened, a bed creaked as if someone sat on it. Voices talking in the distance, someone running across the floor then a very excited high pitched voice answered the phone.
"Jack!! I can't believe it's you, I told them you'd be back, how are you? How's the Doctor? When are you coming home?"
Jack a bit boggled by all the questions laughed took a deep breath and began answering each one. " Martha, nice talking to you too. I hear congratulations are in order, Mickey is a very lucky man. I am well, as was the Doctor the last time I saw him and I'd like to come home tomorrow. "
She answered without hesitation, " Sorry, I still can't believe it's really you. Thank you Jack, Mickey and I are good for each other, he's very special to me. If you could possibly be back in Cardiff tomorrow that would be perfect, we've already begun to rebuild the hub. We have an outer shell in place the interior has been cleaned out and we've just begun the construction of the main floor. The damage was restricted to the upper floors, the lower cells and archives were not affected. Once we hauled away the rubble the reconstruction was a cinch. Due to the blast radius we were able to increase the size of the hub. We have begun the final stages only missing one major detail, and that's you. We need you Jack, it cannot be Torchwood without you."
Water pooled in Jacks eyes, they began to overflow, droplets trickled down his cheeks. He was quiet as a huge lump caught in his throat. A long uncomfortable silence followed. He gathered himself then he spoke very softly, " I am coming home Martha, it's time for me to stop running away. Meet me at the plaza 4 p.m. tomorrow. "
" I will be there Jack, and you better show up !"
" He grinned, you can count on it ! Good night Martha Jones-Smith"
" Goodnight Jack, see you tomorrow."
They both hang up. Now all Jack has to do is convince Alonso to go with him. He wondered what a man he just met and barely knew would say about a trip to Earth.
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