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mhalachaiSo then I watched the Sarah Jane Adventures and some old Doctor Who and have a girl!crush on Elisabeth Sladen. The end. Have some Sarah Jane/Cpt. Jack crack!fic.
Summary: Jack Harkness really wasn't expecting to see Sarah Jane Smith behind door number one...
Disclaimer: Russell T. Davis and the BBC own Torchwood and the Sarah Jane Adventures and oh yes, me.
Rating: PG for innuendo, snogging, horrified teenagers.
Setting: Post TW Exit Wounds but no spoilers, after season one of SJA and again no spoilers.
Characters/Pairings: The Sarah Jane crew, Team Torchwood, and some background Sarah Jane/Jack.
Words: 2,570
"It'll be easy," Jack promised. "We just go up and knock on the door and get the Sarlesian Disc back from these people. We won't even have to break any laws."
"Easy," Ianto echoed.
In the background, Gwen was already making plans on what to tell the London police when they were arrested for burglary.
"Of course it'll be easy," Jack scoffed. He waved his hand up at the red brick house with its immaculate garden and small green car in the drive. "Behold, a simple London family home. We'll just knock and explain our purpose."
"Hi, we're here for your alien artifacts," Ianto suggested.
"Well, no, I figure we'll have to lie about that part," Jack confessed. "Come on. I'll bet we're in time to meet with the lady of the house." He elbowed Ianto in the ribs. "I'm good with ladies of the house."
Wishing he had followed in his father's footsteps and become a tailor, Ianto trailed along after Jack and Gwen up the walk to the door. Jack knocked firmly and waited.
After a moment, a teenage boy opened the door. "May I help you?" he asked politely.
"Yes, we're with the British Institute for Anthropological Preservation," Jack said, holding up a blank billfold he swore was slightly psychic and all it ever gave Ianto was a headache. "May we speak to one of your parents?"
The boy looked at the paper, then at Jack, then at the paper again. "Just wait on a minute," he said, and shut the door halfway on Jack's face.
Gwen crossed her arms over her chest. "British Institute for Anthropological Preservation is the best you could come up with?"
"Would they give us the disc if we said we were from the gas company?" Jack asked. "Shh."
From inside the house, the boy's voice drifted out to Torchwood. "Mum, there's some guy in a long coat outside with a piece of blank paper in a billfold and he wants to see you."
This time, Ianto managed to avoid Jack's elbow.
Rapid footsteps neared the door, and it was flung open by a very attractive older woman. The happy expression on her face vanished in an instant when she spotted Jack.
For his part, Jack gaped. "Sarah Jane?" he said, flummoxed.
The woman reached forward, slapped Jack across the cheek, and slammed the door in their faces.
Ianto cleared his throat in the silence. "Good with the lady of the house, indeed."
"Shut up," Jack snapped, rubbing at his cheek and his wounded ego. He pounded on the door. "Sarah Jane, let me in!"
The door opened under his fist and Jack almost toppled onto the woman. "Exactly what are you doing here?" the woman demanded. "I told you the last time I saw you, I don't deal with Torchwood!"
"Come on, Sarah Jane, please?" Jack said, making puppy dog eyes at the woman and Ianto wondered when they'd start seeing those flying pigs. "There's this alien artifact--"
"So you lied to my son about who you are," said Sarah Jane.
"I lie to everyone, why would your... son..." Jack went sheet white. "Wait, how old is he? Twelve?"
"I'm thirteen," said the boy, appearing by his mother's side. "What's it to you?"
Jack looked at Sarah Jane, and Ianto only had a moment to process if this is Jack's son I'm going to throw myself in the Thames before Sarah Jane crossed her arms over her chest and gave Jack a murderous look. "Luke is my adopted son, Jack Harkness, not that it's any of your business."
A bit of colour returned to Jack's face. "Oh. Okay then." The tip of Gwen's trainer caught Jack in the back of the knee. "Right. Sarah Jane, we need your Sarlesian Disc."
"My what?" the woman said innocently.
Jack flipped open his wrist strap, which made Ianto stare because Jack never used his wrist strap in the field, and brought up a three-dimensional model of the disc. "This."
"Don't have one, sorry."
Jack slapped his wrist strap closed. "You never change, do you?"
"No, Jack, you're the one who never changes." Sarah Jane took a step forward and stared up at Jack, fire in her eyes. Ianto liked her. "I don't work with Torchwood. I have never worked with Torchwood. The end. Goodbye."
"We're different now," Jack said quickly. "After Canary Wharf, things changed. Call UNIT, ask them."
Sarah Jane raised her eyebrows. After a long minute, she said, "Well, I suppose that if anything would change an institute, Daleks and Cybermen would." She stepped back into the hall. "You may as well come in and stop littering up my garden."
Jack bounded across the threshold, his team trailing along in his wake. Sarah Jane led the way to the kitchen, where she put on the kettle and failed to ask Torchwood to have a seat. Her son perched in the corner by the stove and watched Jack cautiously.
"I don't have any disc," Sarah Jane said. "So I'm afraid your trip from Cardiff was in vain."
"Our sensors located the device at this address two days ago," Jack said. He spun a kitchen chair around and straddled it, resting his arms on the chair back. "It's still here, so you can stop pretending it's not."
"I'm not pretending." Sarah Jane reached for a teapot as the door burst open and in crashed two more teenagers, a boy and a girl. They pulled up short, almost careening into Gwen. Their expressions of confusion were patently transparent. "No disc here."
"You told her about the disc?" the new boy exclaimed at Luke. The girl clapped her hand to her face and Sarah Jane just sighed. Ah, the subtlety of teenagers.
"Told you," Jack said smugly. "Okay, kids, spill your guts for Queen and Crown. Where did you find it?"
Sarah Jane set the teapot on the table and held up her hand. "First off, swear to me that whatever they say will not be used against them."
Jack gave her his best smile. "Do I look stupid enough to get on your bad side, Miss Sarah Jane Smith?"
"Would you like an honest answer to that?" Sarah Jane retorted.
"Probably not." Jack dropped his smile and fixed the teenagers with a gimlet eye. "People can get hurt if that disc is released into water. Where did you get it?"
The children looked at each other helplessly. Sarah Jane went over and put her arms around their collective shoulders. "This is serious," she said. "Jack is right, a Sarlesian Disc is a very dangerous device, and I know that I didn't bring anything like that into the house."
"It's my fault," Luke burst out. "We found the remnants down by the river and I thought it would be fun to try and rebuild."
"But we helped him," the girl interjected. "Gathering the pieces and get him stuff he needed to rebuild it."
"Which would explain why your father came over here asking if I'd seen his soldering iron," Sarah Jane finished. "Maria, Clyde, honestly. You know better than this. You all do."
"It was going to be a present," Luke said miserably. "I just thought it was pretty."
Jack sat up straight in his chair. "Wait a second. You rebuilt an exploded Sarlesian Disc without plans?"
Luke nodded, staring at his shoes. "It was supposed to be a gift. For Mum's birthday."
Sarah Jane ruffled her son's hair. "It's the thought that counts, Luke. All of you." The teenagers brightened somewhat under the praise. "Is it in the attic?" Luke nodded. "I'll get it."
"It might be dangerous," Jack cautioned.
Sarah Jane ignored the advice. "I was in the lab when they invented those things, Captain Harkness. I know my way around them." She left the kitchen holding a dish towel and a plastic bag.
Jack frowned after her. "Those aren't going to be invented for another five hundred years," he muttered. "I wonder."
"Who are you, then?" Maria asked, folding her arms over her chest in an impersonation of Sarah Jane's stance. "Are you with the government?"
"No," Jack replied shortly.
"But you know my mum," Luke said. "When did you meet her?"
Jack shrugged. "A while ago. I haven't seen her in a while."
Thirteen years at the very least, Ianto thought, and hoped mightily that Jack would keep the details to himself, for Ianto doubted that the slap at the front door had been for old times sake.
"Where did you meet?"
"Bristol. How about you?" He glanced over the children.
"Me and my dad moved in across the way six months ago," Maria said quickly.
"And I met Mum soon after that," Luke added.
"I've lived down the road for years," Clyde finished off.
The round of twenty questions was cut mercifully short by Sarah Jane's re-emergence into the kitchen. "Here you go," she said, laying her cloth-wrapped handful on the table. She peeled the layers back to reveal a softly glowing disc.
"Oh, baby, you are gorgeous," Jack crooned, leaning over the disc. "You rebuilt this from scratch?" he asked Luke.
"Yes, I did," Luke stammered.
Jack's smile grew three sizes that day. "And you're how old?"
Ianto closed his eyes in pain. This wasn't happening. Jack wasn't about to--
"Ever think about a career in advanced technology?"
Before Luke could speak, Sarah Jane slapped the table hard. "No!" she exclaimed. "My son is not working for Torchwood!"
"Not even for the summer holidays?" Jack asked. He bounced to his feet as Sarah rounded on him.
"My son is not working for Torchwood, and he is certainly most certainly not working for you!" Sarah Jane backed Jack against the counter, much to the amusement of the children. "Now take your disc and your colleagues and get out of my house!"
Jack snapped to attention and saluted. "Yes ma'am," he drawled. He retreated from Sarah Jane carefully. "Ianto, grab the disc and we'll be our way. Gwen gets to drive the getaway car."
The kettle whistled in the background like some siren for doom. Sarah Jane chased Torchwood out the door and into the yard.
"Come on, Sarah Jane, a nice summer holiday in Cardiff? What's not to like?" Jack continued, smiling his widest. "A sunny vacation on the Rift?"
Sarah Jane continued after Jack down towards the street. "Luke is just a boy and he's not going anywhere near Torchwood."
Jack stopped at the end of the drive. "It was just a question, Sarah Jane." He put his hands in his pockets and looked down at her, a wistful expression on his face. "Don't suppose I can convince you to come to Torchwood, yourself."
"You keep asking me that question, and I keep giving you the same answer," Sarah Jane said.
"Yeah, I did, but a guy can keep on hoping." Then Jack caught her up in one arm and pulled her in for a kiss, and because he was Jack Harkness, the kiss kept going on and Sarah Jane grabbed him to steady herself and Ianto contemplated pulling out his stopwatch to see how long these two could go without air when the kiss ended and Sarah Jane stepped back, hand on her mouth, seeming rather surprised at herself and yet satisfied.
A man across the street tripped over the bin he was setting out, and Ianto had had more than enough of this. He pushed Gwen towards the car and followed, wondering if they could actually leave before Jack noticed what was happening.
Looking rather pleased with himself, Jack gave Sarah Jane a cocky grin. "Now that I know where to find you, maybe we could go grab dinner sometime?" he suggested.
"You never give up, do you?" Sarah Jane asked.
"Not hardly." Jack gave another salute, then bolted for the SUV before Gwen could drive off without him.
Ianto waited until the city limits to say, "So. An old friend?"
Jack pulled his head out of the window. "Who, Sarah Jane?"
Ianto refused to dignify that with a response.
"We knew each other, back in the day."
"What day would that be?" Ianto asked.
"Would it be thirteen years ago?" Gwen asked innocently from the driver's seat.
Jack glared. "You're both fired."
"Of course, sir." Ianto folded the disc into a small black pouch and prepared himself for the drive back to Cardiff.
"That kid was good," Jack mused from the backseat, the wind blowing his hair about in dashing ways. "Give him a few years and he'll be something else."
Gwen caught Ianto's gaze and rolled her eyes.
"Perhaps you can ask Miss Smith about it," Ianto suggested, not at all jealous that Jack had slipped some random woman the tongue in the middle of a London suburb.
"Huh? No, Sarah Jane and I were usually too busy to talk." Jack slumped down in the seat. "Although something she did, the way she answered the door, like she was expecting... I wonder."
Ianto did not, in fact, ask what Jack wondered. He did not want to know.
~~~
Sarah Jane waved at Alan Jackson across the street, hoping he hadn't sprained anything in the tumble across the bins.
It really was unfair, Sarah Jane reflected, that her Saturday afternoon could be so inverted by the appearance of Captain Jack Harkness.
She turned around to go back into the house and was confronted by three teenagers. Luke and Clyde looked rather horrified, while Maria was a giggling mess.
"You let him kiss you!" Luke exclaimed, protective teenage outrage radiating from his frame. "How could you let him kiss you?"
Maria hid her face behind her hands, going red around the edges.
Determined to take control of the situation, Sarah Jane put her hands on her hips and faced down her son. "And you set about rebuilding dangerous alien technology in the attic without telling me!"
"Tell you what," Clyde interrupted quickly. "We're going to run over to Maria's. Back soon." He grabbed Luke's arm and hauled the boy along, muttering about you're asking for a smack-down and Maria in their wake, still giggling.
Sarah Jane shook her head. This had been quite the morning. She'd been writing an article when Luke had burst into the kitchen, talking about a man in a long coat and all she had been able to think about was the Doctor.
Instead, she'd gotten Captain Jack Harkness.
Closing the house door behind her, Sarah Jane let out a wistful sigh. She'd run into Jack Harkness a few times over the years, and very little of that time was actually spend exchanging information. She knew he didn't age and he worked at Torchwood; she didn't like Torchwood, and that was that.
Over the years, she'd almost asked Jack a few times if he knew the Doctor, but had usually found her mouth otherwise occupied when the thought occurred to her.
It wasn't very likely. Torchwood had a vendetta against the Doctor and it followed logically that Jack Harkness wouldn't be a fan of the Doctor. Which was too bad, because that man was inventive.
Regretting for the millionth time that she was getting old, Sarah Jane turned her attention to the attic. She should go see what else her son was getting up to in his spare time.
And she wasn't going to think about Jack Harkness any more, thank you kindly.
Well.
Maybe not much.
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Summary: Jack Harkness really wasn't expecting to see Sarah Jane Smith behind door number one...
Disclaimer: Russell T. Davis and the BBC own Torchwood and the Sarah Jane Adventures and oh yes, me.
Rating: PG for innuendo, snogging, horrified teenagers.
Setting: Post TW Exit Wounds but no spoilers, after season one of SJA and again no spoilers.
Characters/Pairings: The Sarah Jane crew, Team Torchwood, and some background Sarah Jane/Jack.
Words: 2,570
"It'll be easy," Jack promised. "We just go up and knock on the door and get the Sarlesian Disc back from these people. We won't even have to break any laws."
"Easy," Ianto echoed.
In the background, Gwen was already making plans on what to tell the London police when they were arrested for burglary.
"Of course it'll be easy," Jack scoffed. He waved his hand up at the red brick house with its immaculate garden and small green car in the drive. "Behold, a simple London family home. We'll just knock and explain our purpose."
"Hi, we're here for your alien artifacts," Ianto suggested.
"Well, no, I figure we'll have to lie about that part," Jack confessed. "Come on. I'll bet we're in time to meet with the lady of the house." He elbowed Ianto in the ribs. "I'm good with ladies of the house."
Wishing he had followed in his father's footsteps and become a tailor, Ianto trailed along after Jack and Gwen up the walk to the door. Jack knocked firmly and waited.
After a moment, a teenage boy opened the door. "May I help you?" he asked politely.
"Yes, we're with the British Institute for Anthropological Preservation," Jack said, holding up a blank billfold he swore was slightly psychic and all it ever gave Ianto was a headache. "May we speak to one of your parents?"
The boy looked at the paper, then at Jack, then at the paper again. "Just wait on a minute," he said, and shut the door halfway on Jack's face.
Gwen crossed her arms over her chest. "British Institute for Anthropological Preservation is the best you could come up with?"
"Would they give us the disc if we said we were from the gas company?" Jack asked. "Shh."
From inside the house, the boy's voice drifted out to Torchwood. "Mum, there's some guy in a long coat outside with a piece of blank paper in a billfold and he wants to see you."
This time, Ianto managed to avoid Jack's elbow.
Rapid footsteps neared the door, and it was flung open by a very attractive older woman. The happy expression on her face vanished in an instant when she spotted Jack.
For his part, Jack gaped. "Sarah Jane?" he said, flummoxed.
The woman reached forward, slapped Jack across the cheek, and slammed the door in their faces.
Ianto cleared his throat in the silence. "Good with the lady of the house, indeed."
"Shut up," Jack snapped, rubbing at his cheek and his wounded ego. He pounded on the door. "Sarah Jane, let me in!"
The door opened under his fist and Jack almost toppled onto the woman. "Exactly what are you doing here?" the woman demanded. "I told you the last time I saw you, I don't deal with Torchwood!"
"Come on, Sarah Jane, please?" Jack said, making puppy dog eyes at the woman and Ianto wondered when they'd start seeing those flying pigs. "There's this alien artifact--"
"So you lied to my son about who you are," said Sarah Jane.
"I lie to everyone, why would your... son..." Jack went sheet white. "Wait, how old is he? Twelve?"
"I'm thirteen," said the boy, appearing by his mother's side. "What's it to you?"
Jack looked at Sarah Jane, and Ianto only had a moment to process if this is Jack's son I'm going to throw myself in the Thames before Sarah Jane crossed her arms over her chest and gave Jack a murderous look. "Luke is my adopted son, Jack Harkness, not that it's any of your business."
A bit of colour returned to Jack's face. "Oh. Okay then." The tip of Gwen's trainer caught Jack in the back of the knee. "Right. Sarah Jane, we need your Sarlesian Disc."
"My what?" the woman said innocently.
Jack flipped open his wrist strap, which made Ianto stare because Jack never used his wrist strap in the field, and brought up a three-dimensional model of the disc. "This."
"Don't have one, sorry."
Jack slapped his wrist strap closed. "You never change, do you?"
"No, Jack, you're the one who never changes." Sarah Jane took a step forward and stared up at Jack, fire in her eyes. Ianto liked her. "I don't work with Torchwood. I have never worked with Torchwood. The end. Goodbye."
"We're different now," Jack said quickly. "After Canary Wharf, things changed. Call UNIT, ask them."
Sarah Jane raised her eyebrows. After a long minute, she said, "Well, I suppose that if anything would change an institute, Daleks and Cybermen would." She stepped back into the hall. "You may as well come in and stop littering up my garden."
Jack bounded across the threshold, his team trailing along in his wake. Sarah Jane led the way to the kitchen, where she put on the kettle and failed to ask Torchwood to have a seat. Her son perched in the corner by the stove and watched Jack cautiously.
"I don't have any disc," Sarah Jane said. "So I'm afraid your trip from Cardiff was in vain."
"Our sensors located the device at this address two days ago," Jack said. He spun a kitchen chair around and straddled it, resting his arms on the chair back. "It's still here, so you can stop pretending it's not."
"I'm not pretending." Sarah Jane reached for a teapot as the door burst open and in crashed two more teenagers, a boy and a girl. They pulled up short, almost careening into Gwen. Their expressions of confusion were patently transparent. "No disc here."
"You told her about the disc?" the new boy exclaimed at Luke. The girl clapped her hand to her face and Sarah Jane just sighed. Ah, the subtlety of teenagers.
"Told you," Jack said smugly. "Okay, kids, spill your guts for Queen and Crown. Where did you find it?"
Sarah Jane set the teapot on the table and held up her hand. "First off, swear to me that whatever they say will not be used against them."
Jack gave her his best smile. "Do I look stupid enough to get on your bad side, Miss Sarah Jane Smith?"
"Would you like an honest answer to that?" Sarah Jane retorted.
"Probably not." Jack dropped his smile and fixed the teenagers with a gimlet eye. "People can get hurt if that disc is released into water. Where did you get it?"
The children looked at each other helplessly. Sarah Jane went over and put her arms around their collective shoulders. "This is serious," she said. "Jack is right, a Sarlesian Disc is a very dangerous device, and I know that I didn't bring anything like that into the house."
"It's my fault," Luke burst out. "We found the remnants down by the river and I thought it would be fun to try and rebuild."
"But we helped him," the girl interjected. "Gathering the pieces and get him stuff he needed to rebuild it."
"Which would explain why your father came over here asking if I'd seen his soldering iron," Sarah Jane finished. "Maria, Clyde, honestly. You know better than this. You all do."
"It was going to be a present," Luke said miserably. "I just thought it was pretty."
Jack sat up straight in his chair. "Wait a second. You rebuilt an exploded Sarlesian Disc without plans?"
Luke nodded, staring at his shoes. "It was supposed to be a gift. For Mum's birthday."
Sarah Jane ruffled her son's hair. "It's the thought that counts, Luke. All of you." The teenagers brightened somewhat under the praise. "Is it in the attic?" Luke nodded. "I'll get it."
"It might be dangerous," Jack cautioned.
Sarah Jane ignored the advice. "I was in the lab when they invented those things, Captain Harkness. I know my way around them." She left the kitchen holding a dish towel and a plastic bag.
Jack frowned after her. "Those aren't going to be invented for another five hundred years," he muttered. "I wonder."
"Who are you, then?" Maria asked, folding her arms over her chest in an impersonation of Sarah Jane's stance. "Are you with the government?"
"No," Jack replied shortly.
"But you know my mum," Luke said. "When did you meet her?"
Jack shrugged. "A while ago. I haven't seen her in a while."
Thirteen years at the very least, Ianto thought, and hoped mightily that Jack would keep the details to himself, for Ianto doubted that the slap at the front door had been for old times sake.
"Where did you meet?"
"Bristol. How about you?" He glanced over the children.
"Me and my dad moved in across the way six months ago," Maria said quickly.
"And I met Mum soon after that," Luke added.
"I've lived down the road for years," Clyde finished off.
The round of twenty questions was cut mercifully short by Sarah Jane's re-emergence into the kitchen. "Here you go," she said, laying her cloth-wrapped handful on the table. She peeled the layers back to reveal a softly glowing disc.
"Oh, baby, you are gorgeous," Jack crooned, leaning over the disc. "You rebuilt this from scratch?" he asked Luke.
"Yes, I did," Luke stammered.
Jack's smile grew three sizes that day. "And you're how old?"
Ianto closed his eyes in pain. This wasn't happening. Jack wasn't about to--
"Ever think about a career in advanced technology?"
Before Luke could speak, Sarah Jane slapped the table hard. "No!" she exclaimed. "My son is not working for Torchwood!"
"Not even for the summer holidays?" Jack asked. He bounced to his feet as Sarah rounded on him.
"My son is not working for Torchwood, and he is certainly most certainly not working for you!" Sarah Jane backed Jack against the counter, much to the amusement of the children. "Now take your disc and your colleagues and get out of my house!"
Jack snapped to attention and saluted. "Yes ma'am," he drawled. He retreated from Sarah Jane carefully. "Ianto, grab the disc and we'll be our way. Gwen gets to drive the getaway car."
The kettle whistled in the background like some siren for doom. Sarah Jane chased Torchwood out the door and into the yard.
"Come on, Sarah Jane, a nice summer holiday in Cardiff? What's not to like?" Jack continued, smiling his widest. "A sunny vacation on the Rift?"
Sarah Jane continued after Jack down towards the street. "Luke is just a boy and he's not going anywhere near Torchwood."
Jack stopped at the end of the drive. "It was just a question, Sarah Jane." He put his hands in his pockets and looked down at her, a wistful expression on his face. "Don't suppose I can convince you to come to Torchwood, yourself."
"You keep asking me that question, and I keep giving you the same answer," Sarah Jane said.
"Yeah, I did, but a guy can keep on hoping." Then Jack caught her up in one arm and pulled her in for a kiss, and because he was Jack Harkness, the kiss kept going on and Sarah Jane grabbed him to steady herself and Ianto contemplated pulling out his stopwatch to see how long these two could go without air when the kiss ended and Sarah Jane stepped back, hand on her mouth, seeming rather surprised at herself and yet satisfied.
A man across the street tripped over the bin he was setting out, and Ianto had had more than enough of this. He pushed Gwen towards the car and followed, wondering if they could actually leave before Jack noticed what was happening.
Looking rather pleased with himself, Jack gave Sarah Jane a cocky grin. "Now that I know where to find you, maybe we could go grab dinner sometime?" he suggested.
"You never give up, do you?" Sarah Jane asked.
"Not hardly." Jack gave another salute, then bolted for the SUV before Gwen could drive off without him.
Ianto waited until the city limits to say, "So. An old friend?"
Jack pulled his head out of the window. "Who, Sarah Jane?"
Ianto refused to dignify that with a response.
"We knew each other, back in the day."
"What day would that be?" Ianto asked.
"Would it be thirteen years ago?" Gwen asked innocently from the driver's seat.
Jack glared. "You're both fired."
"Of course, sir." Ianto folded the disc into a small black pouch and prepared himself for the drive back to Cardiff.
"That kid was good," Jack mused from the backseat, the wind blowing his hair about in dashing ways. "Give him a few years and he'll be something else."
Gwen caught Ianto's gaze and rolled her eyes.
"Perhaps you can ask Miss Smith about it," Ianto suggested, not at all jealous that Jack had slipped some random woman the tongue in the middle of a London suburb.
"Huh? No, Sarah Jane and I were usually too busy to talk." Jack slumped down in the seat. "Although something she did, the way she answered the door, like she was expecting... I wonder."
Ianto did not, in fact, ask what Jack wondered. He did not want to know.
Sarah Jane waved at Alan Jackson across the street, hoping he hadn't sprained anything in the tumble across the bins.
It really was unfair, Sarah Jane reflected, that her Saturday afternoon could be so inverted by the appearance of Captain Jack Harkness.
She turned around to go back into the house and was confronted by three teenagers. Luke and Clyde looked rather horrified, while Maria was a giggling mess.
"You let him kiss you!" Luke exclaimed, protective teenage outrage radiating from his frame. "How could you let him kiss you?"
Maria hid her face behind her hands, going red around the edges.
Determined to take control of the situation, Sarah Jane put her hands on her hips and faced down her son. "And you set about rebuilding dangerous alien technology in the attic without telling me!"
"Tell you what," Clyde interrupted quickly. "We're going to run over to Maria's. Back soon." He grabbed Luke's arm and hauled the boy along, muttering about you're asking for a smack-down and Maria in their wake, still giggling.
Sarah Jane shook her head. This had been quite the morning. She'd been writing an article when Luke had burst into the kitchen, talking about a man in a long coat and all she had been able to think about was the Doctor.
Instead, she'd gotten Captain Jack Harkness.
Closing the house door behind her, Sarah Jane let out a wistful sigh. She'd run into Jack Harkness a few times over the years, and very little of that time was actually spend exchanging information. She knew he didn't age and he worked at Torchwood; she didn't like Torchwood, and that was that.
Over the years, she'd almost asked Jack a few times if he knew the Doctor, but had usually found her mouth otherwise occupied when the thought occurred to her.
It wasn't very likely. Torchwood had a vendetta against the Doctor and it followed logically that Jack Harkness wouldn't be a fan of the Doctor. Which was too bad, because that man was inventive.
Regretting for the millionth time that she was getting old, Sarah Jane turned her attention to the attic. She should go see what else her son was getting up to in his spare time.
And she wasn't going to think about Jack Harkness any more, thank you kindly.
Well.
Maybe not much.