Realised i haven't updated in a while and seeing as my exams have finally finshed here is the next bit of the story :) Nobody replied as to who they would like best to be next so I decided Jack and Gwen as I put the story as a cross over and up till now there hadn't been any crossing XD also as i hadn't written about them yet it was easier to improve my writing, hope you enjoy XD

19.

Jack grinned at Gwen across the table and watched as the muscles around her mouth contracted to mirror his movement. The sun shone down on her dark brown chestnut coloured hair and reflected into Jacks eyes, illuminating the reds and golds you could barely see at any other time. A few stray hairs fell over her eyes as she glanced back down at the menu and Jack so dearly wanted to brush them out of the way and "accidentally" graze her cheek with his finger tips but he knew this was impossible- not only because she was married but also because of his relationship with Ianto. Also what Jack was failing to remember was that right now although he was sitting in a café come sun lounge with a women with whom he was starting to have feelings for he was also on a Torchwood mission so nothing could distract him from that. A big fail that had been so far.

'Are you ready to order sir?' A man of around 19 years old steps towards their square table with a notebook in his right hand and a pen in his left. Jack notes in the back of his mind that the male is rather good looking; longer than average brown hair that brushes the collar of his black shirt, tanned skin is visible on his face as well as on his arms beneath his rolled up sleeves and there are evidence of muscles beneath the shirt and at the rim of the man's low cut dark weathered blue jeans. A name badge is pinned to the front pocket of the waiters shirt identifying the man as Kyle.

'Hello Kyle, the name's Cap'n Jack Harkness and this-' he indicates with his arm 'is Gwen.'

Gwen looks up at the mention of her name and smiles awkwardly at Kyle before turning pointedly to Jack and widening her eyes. 'I don't know about you Jack but I feel like a coffee,' her welsh accent trails out as she again looks at the piece of card in front of her concealing a radiation scanner which is wirelessly plugged into her ear 'and perhaps a tea cake? I haven't had one of those in years.' This time when her gaze lands on Kyle her smile is genuine and blood diffuses into the top of his cheeks leaving a faint hint of pink.

Jack frowns slightly at the waiter before putting on a wide grin himself and answering the man's original question with his American sounding accent 'Cup of tea for me and a slice of that,' he points to the strawberry cheese cake on the counter. It's red sauce looks mouthwateringly runny with its surface shining a bright white while the rest of is a deep crimson close to the colour of blood. The strawberries atop it are redder still with the small pips a bright yet beckoning green practically screaming to be eaten along with the spongy centre that Jack could literally imagine his teeth sinking into. It was one of the most delicious looking things he had ever seen and he wasn't about to let it pass out of his sight without a taste.

'Okay then...' Kyle finishes writing on his note pad in scruffy handwriting the orders before glancing at Gwen and Jack again 'Anything else?' his question seems more directed at Gwen who shakes her head looking distracted and mutters quietly to herself. 'Okay then...' his mouth pulls down slightly at the corners as he looks at Gwen regretfully before walking off towards the kitchen.

Jack sat silently for several seconds watching people live their every day lives; walking, chatting, laughing and shopping through the glass windows with a view of Cardiff bay. It was the very café he had sat in with the Doctor, Rose and Mickey all those years ago when Blon Fel-Foch Pasameer-day

Slitheen had been trying to blow up Cardiff. Although he had enjoyed the company then he liked to believe he was closer to the woman he was sitting across from now. Speaking of the devil:

'Jack...' Gwen looked around and spotted a waitress looking at Jack so she leaned towards him smiling as if they were on a date to get rid of the blonde who could easily listen in on their conversation. It worked as the woman with the six inch skirt and dangerously low v-neck scowled before teetering away on her stick thin heels which barely held her up.

Jack leaned forward himself not even sparing a glance at the slutty woman Gwen had just warned off. 'Any unusual activity?' his eyes flicker down towards the edge of the table cloth that he knows she is using to hide her reading device.

'That's just it though Jack, there's nothing,' She looks slightly panicky 'how could we have got it wrong? There were definite signs of a Hinff last night, it couldn't just disappear overnight and even then it would have left a massive amount of radiation behind it- the only readings I am getting are back ground radiation which are completely normal'. Gwen's hair fans out in front of her face but this time instead of ignoring it she shoves it forcefully behind her ear and waits for Jack's answer.

'Well I hate to say this but maybe we made a mistake- ever since Tosh left we have been having trouble with the equipment, I don't think we realised how much we depended on her.' Jack responds although his voice is drenched in doubt as if he doesn't believe his own words.

Leaning back in her wooden high backed chair Gwen stares at Jack 'you know that isn't true, you just don't want to accept the impossible which is our job-' a high pitched tone emits from her pocket that can only be heard by people with extra sensitive hearing, fortunately there were no children nearby however a dog does start barking loudly and starts growling in their direction. Hurrying to stop the noise she quickly reaches into her pocket and grabs her phone and looks at the ID- it was Rhys of course with his perfect timing... trust him to call when they were having problems at work.

'Honey, I can't talk right now, I'm at work.'

Jack can hear the rugby player's strong welsh accent on the other end of the phone as he continues talking anyway. 'I was wondering what you wanted for tea love, I was thinking a steak but after that meat factory I'm not so sure, so perhaps a cottage pie? But without the meat of course so that would mean just a pie with a couple of potatoes... what do you think love? Would that make a nice dinner for you?'

Jack fights a grin and turns his head to distract himself. He watches as the waiter Kyle from earlier goes around taking peoples orders; he has a way of smiling and tilting his head slightly to the side when talking to them and it makes the immortal man wonder if it is a routine or something else. Kyle sees him watching and looks away hurriedly before glancing back in his direction again. Well, Jack thought there is nothing wrong with having a bit of fun. He cheekily grins at the waiter before giving him a wink and watches as the man's eyes rapidly widen and he blushes before smiling shyly and hurrying towards the kitchen again.

Gwen laughs as her husband continues with his chatter and assures him that carrots wont remind her about the torture of a giant piece of alien meat. Jack sits there silently grinning to himself waiting for what will undoubtedly be a delicious strawberry cheese cake.

20.

Kyle tears the paper with Captain Jack Harkness' order on it off the paper pad and pins it in the centre of the cork board with the different colours and shades of wood making the writing of the paper stand out. He bites his lip before going to the chef 'It's him, he's here.'

The cook turns to face him, the traditional French, white plain weave linen hat atop his grey haired head. A wooden spoon is held in his right hand which shakes slightly from the intensity of the heat in the small room. The pot that the spoon originated from has a orangey brown thick liquid in it which bubbles slightly emitting a light sheet of wet steam into the already warm air. 'Are you sure?' The old man's wrinkled forehead creases more under the stress of the situation, 'We can't afford to make a mistake.'

Kyle flushes before he can help himself to which the head chef raises his bushy eyebrows before shaking his head and looking away. The teenager decides it is better to reply than leave with an awkward silence 'It's definitely him, the description I have of him includes that he hits on anything that moves...' his voice trails of at the end leaving them in an embarrassed quiet rather than a awkward one, not that there was much difference of course...

The chef walked to the board and tore the small piece of paper away from the pin connecting it to its wooden background. He quickly read the order and hurried to make the sauce for the cheese cake- the one thing that wasn't made before hand in that recipe, it tasted better fresh plus in this circumstance it was easier to add the poison that would later work through the American's system- closing down his organs and freezing his blood dry; before he knew it Jack Harkness would be dead in a couple of seconds without even realising how he had poisoned when the effects happened much later. After the sauce was complete he layered it on the slice of cake making it thick and luxurious before adding the juicy cut strawberries. After that it was a simple matter of toasting teacakes while occasionally stirring the curry he was making. Easy.

Once the food was prepared it was out of Chefs hands, he gave the white plates to Kyle who carried them back out into the conservatory area towards the customers who were awaiting a deadly order. Kyle thought it a shame that this Cap'n Jack should have to die; he was rather good looking.

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