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Third Chapter for you! I wouldn't expect updates very frequently, exam season is approaching and all of my spare time will be devoted to Geography and Art.

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'Ianto Jones, Gwen Cooper, Owen Harper and Toshiko Sato. We're Torchwood'

John glanced at Sherlock, and saw to his amazement that Sherlock looked as bewildered as John felt. Lestrade, however, laughed out loud.

"Is that the best that you could come up with? Seriously?"

'Torchwood' looked at eachother, each of them looking very un-amused.

"What is Torchwood?' John asked. "I've never heard of you."

"Well, you're not supposed to have, are you. That's the whole point of a Secret Organization, isn't it?" Owen Harper replied.

"Though to be honest, there are a hell of a lot of people who know about us." Jack said.

"Great..but that didn't really answer the question."

"Some questions are better left unanswered." said Toshiko, as she started fiddeling around with a strange-looking device which made a quiet hummimg sound.

"But that is not one of them, so what is your job" Sherlock spoke up.

"There's no point in telling you, you'll never believe us" Owen had a hint of annoyance in his voice

Sherlock looked straight at Owen. "Try me", he said challengingly.

"Our job is to protect the earth from Alien threat, fight for the future, and play naked Hide-And-Seek" Jack told him.

"Although its only those two who play that" Gwen tilted her head towards Ianto.

Sherlock was speechless, for the first time since Mycroft had stolen his eyepatch and toy sword when they were younger. John was equally surprised – he'd never believed in Aliens. He wondered how Shelock would react to this, seeing as he'd never accepted the existnace of the Solar System, let alone other galaxies. However, a loud beeping noise soon brought both of them back to Earth.

The rest of the room was in chaos. Toshiko was frantically fiddeling with the device, which had gone bright orange and was making an ear-piercingly loud noise whilst the rest – including Leastrade – were blocking their ears with their fingers.

"TURN THAT FUCKING THING OFF TOSH" Owen shouted. Toshiko didn't seem to have heard him, so he walked up to her and kicked the device out of her hand, stamping on it until the noise ceased.

"OWEN! That equiptment was hundreds of years old! It's the best thing we have!"

"had. Past tense" Sherlock butt in. He turned to Jack. "And Aliens don't exist"

"I beg to differ" Jack laughed. He found it hilarious how stupid people could be.

"Show me some proof then! You can't expect people to believe in something without proof!"

Jack studied him for a moment. This made Sherlock feel very uncomfortable – he was used to being on the other side of a calculative stare. Jack seemed to notice this, because he looked away quite quickly.

"Ok, lets see…hmmm…proof of alien existance. Well, there's the spaceship over London Christmas Day. The killer Christmas star a year later. The battle of Canary Wharf – a cyberman in every home. Daleks. And a whole bunch of other stuff that your ignorant little mind wouldn't understand"

"Who are you calling ignorant you…" Sherlock was getting angry, but before he could finish his sentence – which John knew would end in an insult – Jack continued.

"oh, and if Alien's didn't exist, I wouldn't be here now. So there. Is that enough proof for you? Cos I could go on, but it gets kinda repetative."

Before either John, Sherlock or Lestrade could say anything, Owen told them to bugger off home. So they did – John flagged down a taxi and Sherlock followed him in.

The journey home was not unusual. John had gotten used to the times when Sherlock didn't speak for hours, sometimes days. John stared out of the window and went over the Torchwood event in his head. Come to think of it, the past few years had had some increadibly strange happennings. He thought back to christmas just gone, with the massive star in the sky. Sherlock had stopped playing his violin when they heard the screams from below, before muttering to himself about terrorists and drugged water and going back to his violin playing. John had been quite drunk at the time, and he had glanced over the scene without any thought, but now he struggled to keep the images in his mind.

Sitting next to John, Sherlock was staring straight infront of him, hands together and resting on his lip. There was quite a battle going on inside his head. One voice – his voice – was telling him that Jack was winding him up – there were no such things as aliens. The other voice – which resembled Mycrofts – was telling him to stop being an idiot and accept the fact that there was more out there than just Planet Earth. It came as a relief when the taxi pulled up outside 221B. Sherlock leapt out and rushed up to the flat, found Johns laptop, sat down and looked at the screen, as if he was hoping that the keys would type themselves. John appeared minutes later and stood awkwardly in the doorway, wondering if he should break the deafening silence. In the end, it was Sherlock that spoke first.

"Do you believe in Aliens, John?"

After a short pause, he continued. "do you believe what the man said?"

"i..um..well…when you look at it…"

"yes or no, John?"

John took a deeop breath. "I suppose..Yes. He did give a lot of relevent evidence"

Sherlock shook his head. He then stood up and walked out of the room and into his bedroom, without so much as a 'night'. John looked at his laptop, which was still on the Yahoo! homepage. He sat down and slowly typed 'Torchwood'. He loked at the top result. 'the torch used was wooden and cost…'. sighing, he looked down the page, but he found nothing relevent. he added 'Jack Harkness' to his search. Nothing. he added 'Aliens'. Suddenly, a page turned up. 'Queen Victoria and Torchwood'. He clicked on it and started reading. 'Torchwood Institute was set up by Queen Victoria in 1879 to protect the Earth from Alien threat….There are three known to existance, One in London, Glasgow and Cardiff. Torchwood 1 in London was destroyed in 2006 after the invasion of the ghostly metal-men, called Cybermen….Torchwood 3 is in Cardiff, run by Captain Jack Harkness…."

John was still sat at the table when Sherlock awoke the next morning. As he walked in, John turned to him.

"I think you should read this"

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