Present Day

"Jack!" I yelled. I didn't care if I woke the neighbours up. "What are you playing at?"

"What do you mean? What am I playing at?" He yelled back at me. This is insane, I thought.

"Okay, calm down, Jack. I'm sorry I didn't mean to yell at you." I sobbed, "How'd you find me?"

"Well. It's a long story." Jack looked at me, as though he was searching for my soul.

"Go have a shower and then we'll talk about it over a coffee." I replied. I walked into my bedroom and searched through my bottom drawer. I pulled out a pair of jeans and a white shirt and threw them at Jack.

"What the….?" Jack looked at me sideways.

"Should be the right sizes." I mumbled, ignoring his question, "Clean towel on the rack." I pointed him to the bathroom.

Jack took my hand as my hearts fastened in pace. "Join me?" He whispered into my ear.

"Jack, not right now." I replied, "I'll be back soon." I punched in coordinates into the Vortex Manipulator and found myself in a darkened room. The humming noises from the TARDIS didn't bother me at all; at least she knew not to alert the Doctor or River that I was back on board. I crept up to the bed and looked at the sleeping face of Jonathan. I shook him awake, but put a finger to his lips to silence him. I punched more coordinates into the Vortex Manipulator and grabbed his hands.

…

We found ourselves on the deserted main street of our hometown. I went to the window of the post office and looked at the date.

"Do you remember the date you left?" I asked him.

"The 2nd of May 2013, I think?" Jonathan replied.

"Make up some story why you were gone twenty-four hours." I said to him. "I'm sorry, but I can't be with you anymore. It wouldn't work out."

"Okay, then. Before you go, tell me why you can't be with me?" Jonathan mumbled.

"I'm a Time Lord. I live for years and years. If I die, I just regenerate. I don't want to hurt you. Here." I gave him a police report I had forged. "Give this to the local authorities. I'm dead to this world but know that I'm doing this because I loved you." I kissed him on the cheek, he was crying.

"Hey, don't cry." I whispered, as I wiped the tears from his face.

"I'm sorry." He whispered back, "This is goodbye, isn't it?"

"Yes, and I'm sorry." I replied.

"What for?" Jonathan inquired, through broken sobs.

"For breaking your heart." I stepped away and punched in more coordinates; vanishing in front of his eyes for the last time.

I quickly went back to the day before Jonathan had been zapped back into the past by the angels and wrote a message on his grandfather's tombstone for him.

…

I found myself back in my apartment. I was crying now. It was the best thing to do, I thought. Jack was still in the shower, so I went to the kitchen and put the kettle on. Jack walked out of the bedroom, with only the jeans on.

"How'd you know my size?" He asked cheekily.

"That time with the Doctor in Cardiff, when you were pursuing that Slitheen. You bought clothing from The Top Shop." I replied, sheepishly.

"You weren't with us then!" He exclaimed.

"I know!" I responded with a grin, "I followed you."

"That explains that. What are you doing in Washington D.C., Kayla?" Jack queried.

"How did you find me?" I retorted back, the cheeky smile growing bigger.

"I have connections. Don't forget, I work for Torchwood now." He responded poking his tongue out at me. I rolled my eyes, of course, Torchwood.

"Answer to your question: I'm still hiding from the Doctor and River Song. Your connections seem to know about me then, how do you keep track of me when I change my name all the time?" I enquired. I tried to look him in the eyes, but his body kept distracting me, especially those bulging muscles.

"You have the same face. That's how I found you." Jack looked deep into my eyes, I had to turn away.

"Coffee?" I asked him, unfazed by his look of disappointment.

"Please." Jack got up and stood behind me, reaching around me for the sugar. Once again his hot breath, breathed down my neck. I just wanted to turn around and kiss him. Control yourself girl, I screamed at myself in my thoughts.

"Another question: Who the hell shot you and why?" I queried without losing composer.

"That's a whole another long story!" He whispered into my ear.