I wanted the Torchwood building to be pretty much the same as it was in Series 1 and 2. I'm lazy. You can take it as Jack being sentimental if that helps.

Thanks to my lovely reviewers, klester1987d and L, and, as always, Lara, my beta (go check her tumblr out)

Sorry this chapter's so short, but I hope you like it anyway.

Chapter Four

"Are you ok?"

"What?" she looked up, only then noticing that Luke was sitting on the other end of the battered sofa. "Yeah, I'm fine …"

She closed her hand around the phone, which she had just checked for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

"Is this about your dad?" Luke guessed shrewdly.

She sighed, turning slightly so that she was facing him. "I've left him half a dozen messages; he still hasn't called back."

"Give him time," said Luke. "My mum waited ages for him, but he did come back."

"I don't want to wait that long …" she sighed again, fixing her gaze on the large 'TORCHWOOD' painted in black letters behind her, avoiding Luke's eye. "He should come back, right? He knows Jack, and there's aliens here …"

"He's never turned up before … according to Gwen, at least … but I'm sure he will," he added in.

They sat in silence for several moments, which was broken by Luke.

"Here, catch," he said suddenly, tossing a small tube of lipstick to her despite his close proximity. "This used to belong to my Mum. I've got no use for it. You have it; it might cheer you up."

She caught it, staring at it, puzzled. "I don't wear lipstick. What would I want with this?" then, realising she was being rude, she opened her mouth to apologise. Luke, however, was smiling.

"Sonic lipstick," he said. She glanced at him.

"Like Dad's screwdriver?"

"Exactly."

Surprising herself - and Luke too, by the looks of it - she hugged him. "Thank you!"

"… You're welcome …" he looked rather relieved when she released him. "Your Dad will turn up, in the end. How about we look for the Ponds?"

Jenny merely nodded. They were spending their first day getting used the computers and all of the technology of Torchwood (tomorrow it was how to use a gun, which Jenny was still uneasy about), while Gwen sat with Jack in his office, talking about something and drinking endless cups of tea and coffee. Searching for any trace of someone called Pond would be a perfectly sound way to pass the time. And that was exactly what they did. Jenny sat at thecomputer that had, for some reason, been designated 'hers' (they each had one, and then there was the main one, which was used mainly for radar), while Luke and Sky stood at each side of her, peering over her shoulder and giving helpful hints (well, Luke did. Sky merely said, "Mr Smith would be better for this.")

A search on some website called google led them to another site, this one 'Facebook', but they couldn't get at any of the information of this Amy Pond.

"What do I do now?"

"Send her a message, or a friend request. But you'd have to make an account of your own for that …"

"How?"

"You have to make an e-mail address first …"

He showed her how to do that, before she returned to the Facebook site.

"Don't say you're three," said Sky helpfully, as she typed in her information.

"How old should I say I am?" she asked, glancing doubtfully between the two siblings.

Luke squinted at her. "Twenty-one or -two."

"When's your birthday, do you know?" Sky asked.

She counted out the days. She'd kept track while she was travelling, but she had never had any reason to give her birthday a second thought. "It was a few days ago, actually," she pronounced, typing in '24 July'. "For you, anyway. Wait, when was twenty-one years ago?"

"1991."

She added that.

"Now, go back to Amy's profile page and click on that button there … no, the one that says 'add as friend'"

"What do I do now?"

"Wait."

After a rather uneventful first day at Torchwood, Gwen took the three of them for ice-cream, and Sky showed off a gadget she had been given by Jack. It was a necklace with a blood-red pendant, which appeared to be perfectly harmless, but, with an electrical impulse, which Sky could produce quite easily, it could knock a grown man out cold. Jenny was glad that Jack had armed Sky with something that wasn't lethal. Being handed a gun so early in her life had not done her any good. She had no desire to even touch another gun, but she knew that, with Torchwood, it would be inevitable for her to end up in danger, and at least she would be prepared, if push came to shove.

They drove home with all the windows rolled down, soaking up the sunshine, feeling the breeze on their faces.

"Dinner in half an hour, hopefully," said Gwen as she let herself in. "Rhys!"

Luke and Jenny slid down the hallway, leaving Sky to watch the television. Jenny sat on the office chair in the tiny study, swiveling around while she waited for the computer to start up. Luke stood behind her, staring at the screen with some interest.

She checked her new Facebook account. "Accepted yes!" she grinned over her shoulder at Luke, clicking on the profile. An unfamiliar redhead laughed from the picture.

"Now look at the personal info …" he reached over for the mouse. "An address, look."

"It's in London," she glanced at him. "D'you think Gwen would take us?"

"Hang on, I think Rhys might be doing a delivery in London. Write down the address, I'll go ask him."

And he disappeared.

"How do you know this?" she called after him.

"I remember everything, remember?" he yelled back.

Shaking her head, she found a pen, scrawling the address on the back of the drawing of her father, which she brought with her everywhere, above the phone number.

Luke returned moments later, flashing her a smile. "C'mon, we're going to London."

Ponds in the next chapter!