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Ω 01

This could be worse.

It's bound to be better than the last bar I was at, anyway - speaking of, stay away from the Gliese system, kids. They aren't very friendly there. I've had better service in the Silver Devastation; and the hypervodka was watered down. Huge disappointment.

So I guess this is a fresh fresh start. Captain Jack Harkness, at your service. I'll be a warden here for a while. Now, who wants to start the introductions? I've got all the time in the world.

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[Martha grinned as they walked down the hallway.] Yeah, I knew she married Rhys. She invited me to the wedding but I was in India and couldn't back in time for it. I sent a gift. But preggers. I imagine that Rhys must have been beside himself. [She'd been back for Tosh and Owen's funerals, but she hadn't seen them since then.]

[Well, things did get pretty bleak for all of them, for a while.] He was a little miffed I found out first. [But Jack was grinning a bit, because he'd always enjoyed miffing Rhys.] But he'll be a good dad.

Yeah, don't ya mean a good mum there, Jack? [Martha grinned at him quickly, because she suspected that Gwen Cooper wore the pants in that relationship. Of course, she counted Gwen as a friend, which is why she felt the all right saying it. She lead him up the stairs towards the pub. Martha got the feeling that he was avoiding the subject of Ianto, so she didn't want to press on it.]

[And this is why he will probably turn to Martha for happy fun times instead of Tosh and Owen. They make him want to cry inside. Jack just chuckled and nodded as he trotted up the stairs with her.] You're right, he'll be the best mommy in Wales.

[Martha laughed quickly and easily at that.] When I get out of here, I'm going to need to sen Rhys a nice apron with that on it. Pink, blue or yellow do you think? [She grinned as they moved past the second level.] Infirmary, [the floor was pointed at as they moved past it, giving Jack a very brief tour. Of course the doing it when she got out of here was probably never going to happen; she doubted she'd remember everything happening here upon leaving.]

Definitely pink, [Jack decided with a crooked smile, looking back down toward the level as it was pointed out. Good enough tour for him. He glanced back at Martha and his grin widened.] It'll have to have yellow writing. [No masculinity whatsoever.]

Right. Pink with yellow writing on it. [Martha's voice was highly amused as they passed onto level 1.] Dining hall and kitchen. [A vague gesture to go with the laugh.] It's a bit sandwiches at the moment. Now then, Jack... do you think we should have a picture put on first, or wait for one where he's holding the baby?

Nothing wrong with sandwiches, [he commented idly, glancing out at the level as they continued on.] We'll wait to the baby spits up all over that favorite, sexy shirt of his. That picture can go on.

We really are cruel people, Jack. [Martha laughed quickly, linking her arm in his. It was like seeing Leo, only better to have him here.] We'll need to send out loads of the picture though. Like a christmas photo.

[He joined that laugh with a chuckle, tucking his arm over hers.] Incredibly cruel. We'll have to replace all their Christmas cards with that picture. Their parents will love it.

See, and now we have a plan. We really must do it. [Martha laughed before she opened the door to the pub.] And now, the pub where ninety percent of the population tends to spend it's spare time.

Maybe the Admiral will help us out next Christmas. [Jack took one look around as they stepped in and whistled.] Well, I can see why. That is a beautiful bar. [And he should know. He'd been in a lot of them, the past few months.]

[She hadn't planned on being here next Christmas, but her strict year limit was faltering now that she had broken up with Tom. The idea of losing everything here did not appeal to her, but maybe that would change in time.] Yeah it is. It used to be just wardens with inmates, but Nightcrawler is acting as a bartender now.

Really? [Jack arched both eyebrows, a smile tugging at his mouth.] So that's Kurt. You know, I think I'm really starting to like it here. Very homey. It's like being a kid with comic books again. [Not that he actually did that as a kid.]

Yeah. [Martha grinned to him again.] You would not believe some of the people we've got here... other than the people whom we know. Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy, Sabertooth, The Baroness, Cobra Commander... and probably about a million more I'm forgetting. [Martha settled into a chair before she looked at him with an even bigger grin.] And would you believe that there are people here who know about us? You, The Doctor, the Master, me... it's the oddest thing ever.

You think we could get them to Expelliarmus each other? [He spied an empty table and gestured toward it, grinning to himself.] How do they know about us? You think we're from books they read?

Snape's a friend now, so I'd be hard pressed to ask him. [She moved toward the empty dropped into it quickly.] I think we're some sort of television show there. Kurt knows about us, and he recognized me right away. It's a bit funny, the way reality works.

More than a bit. [Jack pushed her chair in before sitting himself, propping his chin up.] I'd look good on television.

Let's be honest here, Jack. You look good everywhere. [Martha propped her elbow on the table, and smirked at him, before she rested her chin on her palm.]

You make a very good point, Ms. Jones, [he said with a grin. Leaning forward, both elbows on the table, he cocked his head to the side.] So. You came here after the whole metacrisis thing? Haven't been back since?

[Martha clicked her tongue at him] Doctor Jones, if you please, Captain. [There was a quick mock salute before she moved in her chair, tucking one leg below her.] And yeah. I went back to New York... UNIT either fired me or I quit. The Admiral offered me a job.

[A little pause before she spoke again.] Went home a little while ago. I was only there for a few days; I had some business I had to take care of.

[Jack lifted his hands appeasingly, apologetic.] Doctor Jones, of course. [He smiled a little at that pause, not quite happily. That pause sounded familiar.]

Good business, or bad?

[Martha laughed quickly at the calling her Doctor, and she tilted her head with a smirk. At the question, she just kinda shrugged.]

The kind of business that two friends who haven't seen each other in a long time shouldn't be talking about unless they are far more drunk than we are now.

That sounds like a challenge, Doctor Jones. [He grinned and stood, heading for the bar and returning with two glasses and... a bottle of hypervodka. He loved this place.] Ever had this before?

[When he said that it sounded like a challenge, Martha pulled a face but laughed as he stood up and then returned with the glasses. One brow moved upwards when she saw what was in his hands.] I'm guessing that's the famous hypervodka?

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