A/N: Good evening/morning to all! As you may have guessed from the title, this ch. is based on the episode 'Reset' where Martha Jones comes to work for Torchwood for a little bit, and basically I ended up getting wuite carried away with it all and have decided to spread it out across two chapters, so here is part one. Hope you Enjoy! Hannah xxx

Jack took me out for dinner last night, to a lovely little Italian place called Amici's in the outskirts of the City centre. Our second date as Jack announced when asking me out. I suppose that technically it was our first, seeing as we ended up staying in on the last occasion but then again if you counted all of the 'Weevil hunts' and the picnic etc. then it could be our 100th date! Either way, I was more than happy to be spending an evening in Jack's company if a little apprehensive as to how the evening would progress. It sounds silly saying it, but we've never really been out publically together. I mean, I presume that the team have kind of figured us out by now, but what about other people that I was close to? My neighbours and my sister, or ex-university friends who still lived locally? I hadn't told anyone about Jack and me. And I suppose I shouldn't have to, its none of their concern who I chose to date but, much to Jack's annoyance, suddenly seeing one of your 'straight' friends out for dinner with another man may come as a little bit of a shock. In the end, I just decided to roll with whatever happened, after all, I wanted to go out and have a lovely meal with the person that I loved – why should it make a difference if he was a he? Why should it make a difference what other people may think? After quite firmly settling my mind to this, my only problem was to try and get a Jack to behave whilst we were out, which believe me was as difficult as it sounds.

The restaurant itself was delightful, inviting and cosy, with an almost 'café-like' feel to it; it was run by a local Italian family who were all incredibly friendly. The food was delicious too, I had the Spinach and Ricotta Tortellini and it was the best pasta dish I have tasted in a long time, the tiramisu that I selected for dessert was also wonderful – unfortunately I didn't get to taste a great deal of it as Jack kept swiping forkfuls, that man has such a sweet tooth. Of course, he only let me have one meagre bite of his cheesecake, and that was only after I promised that we could order a second tiramisu 'to go'…

Naturally, Jack began the long line of comments inappropriate early on in the evening beginning when the waiter came to take our order:

"Bring me whatever you have on the menu that's as delectable as he is" He said, pointing at me whilst I turned scarlet. Thank god our waiter was the owner, a jolly Italian chap, I dread to think how his daughter – a rather timid young girl.

He also made a joke about how I had 'held out' on him during our first date, and how he was expecting 'great things' from the second. I was tempted to remind him that a lot had happened in-between our first and second dates, but that would only be falling right into his trap. And that's only the tip of the ice berg… To make matters even worse, every time anyone came over to our table to take an order or ask how we were enjoying the meal, he began rubbing his foot up the inside of my thigh which made it incredibly hard to respond in a polite and coherent manner. I am so going to get him back one day.

After eating, whilst drinking a rather 'average' (in Jack's words) cup of coffee, he told me about Martha Jones, an old friend of his that was coming to work with us for a short while. He seemed nervous when he announced it, and I couldn't think why, it's not like he could bring a friend to Torchwood that would be any worse than John – could he? It was almost as if he was scared of how I may react to what he had just told me, as if somehow it would make me angry or upset or irritated with him, but I just couldn't fathom why, so I pretended I hadn't noticed his peculiar behaviour.

"How long's she staying for then?" I asked, pleasantly.

"Not sure yet, until she gets fed up of the sight of me probably" He joked, slightly nervously.

"Wow she's going to be here a long time then…" I joked in return, trying to make him feel a bit more at ease, and it worked to a degree.

"Probably" He grinned.

"How do you know her then?"

"Let's just say that we've been to the end of the world and back together" He winked, but his eyes showed remorse as he remembered that awful year that never was.

"Aaah" I mused, not quite certain how to respond, "What's she like then?" I asked.

He seemed nervous again. "She's lovely, she's great, and she's very umm…" He trailed off, biting his lip slightly.

"Attractive?" I suggested, guessing that she was maybe an ex of his or something, and that's why he was pussy footing around me like you would do around a ticking bomb. It's sweet of him to worry, but I'm no really the jealous type… Haha… I mean it's not as if I'm not still irritated every time he goes off and spends a bit of time alone with Gwen or anything… But I never show this irritation, jealousy, whatever openly or so I thought.

"Yes, she's certainly is that" He grinned "But nothing has ever happened between us, we're just close friends ok? I just don't want you to get the wrong impression."

"Jack its fine, even if she was an ex or something it would still be fine. It's all good, and I'm very much looking forward to meeting her." And I was, especially because she had such an excellent surname!

"Good, good, because she arrives tomorrow and we may be putting her up at the hub unless you can work some hotel magic, pronto" He smiled. I couldn't help smiling back 'we may be putting her up'… He may have just meant 'we' as in Torchwood, but sometimes it's starting to feel like the hub is my second home, and I hoped he felt that way too.

Well, regardless of whether or not I had an envious nature, I have never pictured Jack to be the jealous type! As we were walking out from the restaurant and on our way back to the hub, a woman stopped and asked me for directions. She was a very pretty, young girl, with blond hair and beautiful smile and perhaps she was being a tad over friendly when talking to me but certainly wasn't flirting. Yet Jack felt it necessary to assert his position by kissing me rather passionately, in the middle of the street, after she had just began to walk away but was still clearly in sight. I just giggled slightly at the prospect of Captain Jack Harkness ever worrying that I could choose someone else's attention over his. He told me that he was making sure that she hadn't got the impression that I was available. He grabbed my hand and held onto it for the rest of the journey back to the hub, not that I'm complaining, I secretly like his displays of affection and besides, my hands were cold - it is December after all!

Despite Jack alerting me that Miss Martha Jones was a very lovely and attractive young lady, I was still surprised when the stunning, dark haired, big eyed, Martha Jones stepped into the tourist office and flashed a UNIT identity card. I was even more surprised to find out that Jack had failed to let any of the others know she was arriving; perhaps he had wanted her to have a grand entrance? Anyway, I did feel slightly privileged to be the only one he had told.

Owen seemed to have mixed feelings about our temporary team member, on the one hand you could tell he was thinking: 'who on earth is this woman who is trying to do my job for me?" but on the other hand, you could just sense that his mind was screaming 'Fuck, she's hot' – as it would probably come out in Owen's brain at least. Martha's discovered that there have been a series of attacks involving hypodermic needles and resulting in death from what seemed like toxic shock syndrome, all of the victims who have been found have had blood filled with ammonium hydroxide and cleared medical history. It was all a bit strange.

Speaking of Owen, he obviously felt he needed to reassert his position as 'the doctor' as he began playing about with that ridiculously singularity scalpel (which has yet to be nicknamed) trying to show off to Martha. We don't even know if that's what it even is yet! Sometimes I swear Owen tries to claim that every new piece of alien technology is medical equipment, just so he can get first go with it. Anyway, the point is. He nearly killed me. All the others did was laugh; then again I did let out a rather girlish scream. I just pretended like nothing had happened, and presented my findings, on a survivor of a further attack; this time the victim had survived, maybe with some questioning and blood samples we'll get closer to an answer.

Another victim had been reported to us by the police, so Gwen and I headed off to check it out. We still weren't exactly sure what was going on, but Owen and Martha had deduced that the ammonium hydroxide was injected into the victim's blood to destroy evidence of medical conditions. Of course, the attacks always take place in areas without surveillance, like in the woods where this Barry Leonard was found today for example, meaning there is no way to identify a killer as yet. We're putting our hopes in Marie, our survivor, to provide us with an answer.

After questioning Barry's best friend at the University, something strange came up. Apparently Barry's diabetes had been 'cured', obviously diabetes can't be cured… so I contacted Owen, and he said he'd speak to Marie.

Marie's' dead now - heart failure. After death, a swarm of parasitic larva that her body had been a host to fled from her in search of new host. Thankfully the larva couldn't locate Martha or Owen fast enough. At least they managed to gain some useful information before she passed.

Marie used to have HIV. Use to. Until she started taking this reset drug which appeared to be some drug equivalent of anti-virus software in the sense that it wiped out all harmful disease and bacteria in the body. It had been provided to her during a clinical trial with The Pharm, whatever that was. She had gained this miracle, yet curse bound, drug from the Pharm – an independently funded medical research centre, run by a Dr A Coppley, which I had spent most of the evening researching. Even though I am enjoying being out in the field much more now, I do still enjoy a good project.

We decided to call it a day there, as everyone was tired and we wouldn't be able to do much more until we'd spoke to this Dr Coppley, and somehow 9.00pm on a Friday evening just didn't seem like an appropriate time to call on him. The others left quickly, and then it was just Jack Martha and I in the hub. I hadn't been able to get her a hotel room for this evening (maybe if Jack had given me a little more notice…), so for tonight I had kicked Jack out of his bedroom and moved him to the sofa, much to his distaste, and made up his bed with clean sheets from Martha to sleep on. After double checking that I had logged the computers off for the night, I made to leave as well.

"Where do you think you're going?" Jack asked.

I had assumed that he would want some catch up time with Martha, and besides there wasn't really anywhere for me to sleep seeing as Martha was in Jack's bed and the sofa wouldn't take two.

"Home" I replied smiling.

"Oh no you're not" He replied, and I didn't protest.

The three of us had a very hilarious evening indeed; Martha came out with some rather alarming stories about Jack both of things she had directly witnessed and things that the doctor had told her. My favourite story had been of how he'd ended up having his clothing vaporised by some fashion conscious androids from the future who has wanted to cut off his head. Classic Jack. And, after a little too much wine, we had all ended up playing hide and seek (the fully clothed kind) around the hub, because we are all big kids at heart. I've decided that I really like Miss Jones, and not just because of her surname! Oh and I have reconsidered, two people can sleep on the sofa - it's just the most uncomfortable thing to do in the entire world.

This morning, Jack and Owen went off to pay this Dr Coppley a visit at The Pharm, and from what I gather he wasn't overly inviting… Owen said he even called Jack by the wrong name! Basically, he did not want anyone hanging around and discovering whatever's really going on there, especially not an organisation like Torchwood. He even lied to the pair of them, saying he'd never seen any of the victims before and claimed that the suggestion of alien involvement was preposterous.

After I presented my further research on The Pharm, Martha reckoned that the best course of action to take would be to send her in undercover in order to try and find out what was going on form the inside. Jack didn't seem to keen.

"Come on Jack, I've been in worse places and you know it." She said. I saw Jack swallow at that, remembering the exact place she was talking about. Reluctantly, he agreed.

I am rather embarrassed; I've just had a fairly intriguing conversation with Martha. After briefing her with her task and showing her the plans for the layout of The Pharm building, to ensure she would know where to go, she brought up the topic that I had been anticipating since her arrival.

"So… Jack asked me if I could get you a unit cap to wear…" She began

"Did he… well red is my colour" I replied awkwardly, I had assumed that from the way Jack was acting around me last night (i.e. hands everywhere) that she'd guessed there was something between us, and had been praying she'd leave it at that.

"So am I right in thinking that you and he…?"

"We… err dabble" I answered even more awkwardly – I never like to outline what Jack and I are to firmly as, honestly, I'm still not certain what we are.

"Yea?" She commented, sounding intrigued. "So what's his dabbling like?" She questioned.

"Innovative, bordering on the Avant guard" I answered. What the bloody hell did I say that for? I mean yes, it's true, never has one person displayed so many inventive ways to… but still, why couldn't I have just said Ok, or good or even great. At least it'll give Jack a laugh is she repeats what I said to him.

I returned to her along with the rest of the team a few minutes later, a bit more composed now, to provide her with her cover story and fake ID, the must haves for industrial espionage. The contact lenses are probably my favourite piece of alien tech that we have here even though I've never had the opportunity to use them. Jack keeps saying he wants to 'try them out', to be honest I'm not even sure what he's suggesting by saying that – guess it'll just be one of his innovative dabbling techniques which will turn out surprisingly successfully.

With a little bit of creative "bull shitting" (Owen's words) Martha was in, she had been accepted onto the Reset trial and would be staying the night at The Pharm. And we're halfway to getting some answers.