[Hello again my loyal and much loved followers. I missed you. I've been busy catching work up and getting lost in London so I'm afraid I've been away, but now I'm back and if you're good I may put the next two sections of this up today]

'Cause I see, sparks fly whenever you smile
I run my fingers through your hair
And watch the lights go out
Just keep your beautiful eyes on me

Taylor Swift- Sparks Fly

Captain Jack Harkness part 2

Last time:

Half way over she rested a hand on her sword and leant against the side of the bridge. 'What now Pip?' she asked him tiredly. 'What could possibly happen now?'

As if in answer a loud siren filled the air. She looked up just as the sound of plane engines joined the cacophony. 'You have got to be kidding me!' she exclaimed as she stared up at the clouded sky.

"Fraid not. Welcome to the London Blitz.'

She jumped as a figure appeared next to her. She span around and came face to face with,

'Jack!' She flung her arms around his neck and squeezed him tightly. 'Oh! I thought I'd lost you, thought I was stuck here, just me and Pip. Thank god! Where's Tosh?'

He looked rather confused as he replied, 'I'm sorry, have we met? I mean I would normally remember a pretty face like yours.'

She frowned and took a better look at him. His coat was larger, heavier. His hair longer and slicked back. No old gun strapped to his side, no haunted look in his eyes and a recent burn mark on his hand. All bringing her to one solemn conclusion. This wasn't her Jack.

She took a step back and shook her head, 'No, no, I mean not yet. Sorry, I should be going, I need to get back.'

He looked intrigued and grabbed her hand. 'How about I take you. Back, that is.'

She bit her lip and looked over her shoulder, Pip squeaked in confusion bringing attention to himself.

'Who's this?'

'Hmm? Oh, that's Peregrine. He's my friend.'

'Like a pet?'

Pip bared his teeth and grumbled.

'No, he does what he wants I'd never call him a pet.'

She hadn't noticed that Jack had them both walking further across the bridge as she explained her predicament as briefly as she could. They stopped right outside the Houses of Parliament and he pulled out his vortex manipulator. A rope ladder descended from mid air and she gazed at it in confusion.

'Come on,' he told her.

'But… what's holding it?'

He looked up and noticed why she was so confused, 'Oh right!' He pressed another button and a spaceship materialised above them.

'Oh!'

She wasn't all that shocked really. It was Jack after all and everyone who knew him was aware he liked to show off. She tugged lightly on the rope and looked at it warily.

'What? Would you like some help, they can be pretty tricky to climb. Pip raced up the side and she smiled smugly as she followed easily reaching the top. He laughed and door opened allowing them both in. She took a look around the ship while he, slowly, climbed the rope. It was small, compact, with lots of wires and pipes and a small set of beds on the side, in the wall. At the front of the ship was a Captain's chair which she had just settled in when he reached the top. The hatch closed and presumably the rope ladder retracted as he approached her and leant against the wall.

'So, what year did you just come from then?' he asked as he looked her over.

'Is it that obvious?' she asked looking down at herself.

'Cotton and plastic based glitter t-shirt, jeans and converses, not to mention the eyes all adds up to not being from around here.' He leant against the bunk beds, his head tilted to one side.

'I've fallen a little out of time, and a little out of place too.' she answered.

He nodded but made another observation, 'Future girl, huh? They still using swords where you come from or is it some kind of revival thing?'

She frowned. 'No, I just like this sword.'

He held up his hands in surrender, 'So, what's your name?'

'Nemo,' She replied cautiously, she wasn't sure how much she could reveal to this Jack. How much had he known about her when they first met, but she couldn't think of Jack calling her anything other than Nemo.

'Captain Jack Harkness, but you already appear to know that.'

She smiled shyly and picked Pip off the controls of the ship before he pressed something he shouldn't. It was true that most of her small talk had been used up due to her knowledge of Jack. However, it dawned on her that she could use this as a chance to get some unanswered questions asked.

'So, you don't exactly fit in with a great big invisible spaceship, where are you from?'

He grinned but there was a guarded look in his eyes, 'Don't you already know?'

'I know you. I never said I knew everything there is to know about you.'

He still seemed reluctant to tell so she made a decision. 'I guess we're in a similar position here. I don't know things about you and you know nothing about me.'

He smirked, 'Are you trying to say, 'you show me yours and I'll show you mine."

'In a manner of speaking I suppose I am.'

He nodded, taking the challenge, 'Okay, what if I told you I'm from the fifty-first century. A little place called the Boeshine Peninsular. Would you believe me?'

She laughed, 'I'm on your invisible spaceship, you could tell me you come from the centre of the earth and I'd probably believe you.'

He smirked and nodded towards her, 'I believe it's your turn.'

'Earth. Cardiff actually, although you wouldn't think it from the accent.'

He nodded, 'You do sound a little confused.'

She cocked her head to the side. Her accent? What was wrong with it?

'It's mainly London, a bit posh maybe but you've got the right tone, then there's a bit of Welsh thrown in every now and then and I swear there's some American in there as well.'

She smiled and tickled Pip's tummy.

'Care to explain?' he pressed.

'I moved to Cardiff from London when I was young and now I live with an American.'

He nodded understandingly.

'Okay how about birthdays?' she asked, steering the subject away from her American room-mate. For the first time in a long while Winter witnessed Jack Harkness become uncomfortable

'…You first.'

Why would his birth date be particularly taxing? 'Seventeenth of December,' she replied.

He fidgeted a little and looked up at her pointing, 'No jokes.'

She raised her hands and shrugged, he looked her straight in the eye and said. 'Fourteenth of February.'

She pursed her lips, trying desperately not to laugh and to look as serious as he did but she couldn't hold it in for long. The laugh burst from her lips and subsided into giggles while he crossed his arms and watched her sternly. That was the Jack she knew coming out in him. It was the 'stop it or I'll feed you to the weevil' look.

'Sorry, just, no wonder you never said anything. Valentine's day.'

He shook his head and headed over to a cabinet, 'Well, as fascinating as this little discussion is Nemo, are you thirsty? I think if we're going to continue we should do it with a little lubrication.'

She was nervous, not sure she could trust him not to get her drunk and let her blab everything but in truth, she was parched. He smiled and headed over to a cabinet. 'Let's see we've got…Oh.' He pulled a bottle from the cabinet, 'I hope you like champagne, it appears to be all I have.'

She laughed and then shrugged getting up and placing Pip on the floor. 'Never tried it to be honest.'

His eyebrows rose, 'Really? You've met me and you haven't tried Champagne? I'm starting to sound kind'a dull in the future.'

'You're more of a whisky guy now...then... whenever. I guess we never really had any reason for Champagne.'

He grinned pulling two glasses out from behind his back. 'Well then, this will be quite the experience for you.'

He led her up onto the top of the ship and she sat marvelling at the invisible floor. She could see the ground below and it was a long way down. Pip took one step out before deciding he didn't like the sensation of walking in mid-air and scampering back inside. She smiled as Jack handed her a glass and sat next to her. For a while they just sat and admired the view, until Jack turned to her.

'So, how do you know me then?'

She thought for a moment deciding on her answer.

'I work with you.'

He seemed interested and didn't take his eyes off her, it was unnerving but she felt her heart speed up because there was something she didn't recognise in that stare. This was a Jack with less history. A Jack who saw her as available and, clearly, attractive. What was more of an issue is she felt similarly.

'Really doing what?'

'This and that, alien stuff, protecting the human race and arming them for the future.'

He laughed, 'Wow, who came up with that spiel.'

'You did,' she shot back.

'Has anyone ever told you, you have the most beautiful eyes?'

The comment totally disarmed her quick thinking mind and she sat speechless as he smiled and sipped his champagne before getting up and pulling her to her feet. 'And what about us?'

'Us?'

'What are we like?'

She smiled and mimed zipping her lips shut.

'Oh come on, just a little insight.' He slid his hands around her waist as they swayed to invisible music.

'Well, you're strong, smart, dashing,'

He pulled her closer and she found herself leaning back ever so slightly as he nodded her on.

'Incorrigible, confusing, curious.'

'Mmhmmm…'

She glanced at his mouth then back up to his eyes that were watching her steadily, '…and very, very protective.' Before she got any further he had pressed his lips against hers. Her hands slid up his chest and into his hair of their own accord. Sounds like fireworks exploded around them as she tightened her grip on him and he slipped his hands down towards her thighs, picking her up and carrying her back down into the ship, never breaking the kiss.

A niggling voice in her head was telling her that this really wasn't a good idea but it was pushed away as soon as his lips found her neck.

Pip had fallen asleep on the Captain's chair so wasn't aware that anything was going on. She didn't realise quite how much she had missed, lost in the feel of his hungry kisses until she felt his hand on the bare skin of her leg, the other making quick work of the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head. He glanced at the design of a fox face drawn in black glitter and then up to her flushed face.

'Foxy.'

She rolled her eyes and pulled him back to her and starting on the buttons of his shirt. She flipped him over and pressed him onto the floor of the bunk. He grinned at her and she smiled back pressing herself against him.

He buried his hand in her hair and kissed her furiously, letting the other hand wander down to slip under her underwear and brush against her. She gasped and pulled back her head in surprise but when she looked up she stopped.

Something was beeping on his radar and there was a white light in the distance. She suddenly sobered and leaped off his chest and approached the window. Pip was roused and he began bouncing around manically. 'Oh God!'

Jack came up behind her and slid his arms around her waist, slowly kissing down her neck.

'I have to get there, right now. Or I'll never get home!'

He looked up and frowned as she broke out of his grasp, grabbed her jeans from the floor and began pulling them on.

'Now?' he asked, 'as in right this moment?'

'If I don't it'll close forever and I'll never get back home and they'll never know what happened to me. That's what happened to all the others, this is my only chance,' she told him, fastening her sword around her waist.

He sighed, grabbed his shirt from the side and beckoned her over.

'Then come here.'

'There isn't time Jack I have to run,' she snapped. 'Where the hell is my top?'

'Come here,' he insisted.

She frowned and approached him, he slipped his shirt over her shoulders and up her arms, fastening it slowly, making sure to drag his fingers over every bit of exposed skin as he did.

'And the monkey.'

Pip hopped up onto her shoulder and Jack wrapped his bare arms around her, pressing her against his warm chest. When he pulled back they were stood by the bright light.

'How?'

He showed her the manipulator and she smiled, 'I didn't know it could do that?'

He smirked and pulled away looking at the rift break.

'Your shirt?'

'Think of it as a souvenir,' he told her, taking a lock of her hair between his fingers and tucking it behind her ear, 'of what could have been.'

He kissed her one last time and then pushed her towards the light. Pip leapt through but she turned to face the Captain.

'What?'

She smiled, 'Thank you, Jack. See you around.' She left him looking back at her, confused and oddly proud.

Now I know what you're thinking, that was a bit similar to Jack and Rose, well actually a lot. But I'm thinking that Jack had the champagne ready when Rose was there. He knew what he was doing it was like a well practised routine. Therefore I concluded he must have done it before and then things just got more and more heated and well, we got this. Anyway, Next chapter coming up later on most likely.

[Rachy Babes: she did indeed want to go to London, not certain this was what she had in mind but I think it will force her to evaluate some feelings she's been ignoring for quite a while. Ignorance may be bliss but it's not doing her any good and if she ignores it much longer it will hurt more in the long run. She needs to accept and get over it. :) You'll see what I mean.

Sonotalady: I must admit I was debating just pushing her off with Jack and tosh, I had a whole story line playing out in my head but I think it was really Tosh's moment to find out some things about Jack, I loved the episode as it was and couldn't bear to analyse it like the others so in the end I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone. Hidden feelings and a certain someone's birth date. I too prefer Muse but sometimes even if the way a song is sung isn't amazing, the words just fit, and finding songs I don't mind and that work can be pretty difficult. Sometimes I think I've spent longer looking for the right song than I have writing the chapter! Loving your philosophy there, wish more people would think like that and stop getting so carried away over things. Except Dr Who and Torchwood of course, that's totally understandable]