Author's Note: I still hate disclaimers. I own nothing.

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Owen looked at himself in the mirror. Rex said he had soft brown hair. Owen knew his cheeks were rosier since Bruce resurrected him. Oh my God, Owen was naming his resurrections. at least, mentally. He didn't want to think about a day he would count them in the thousands. The hair from before he died was a different colour and texture from the new growth. He would need to cut it off or people would think he dyed the ends. After trying to enjoy being in a foreign city, Owen went home and returned to work. A few days passed then a very dusty Jack with more than a bit of peach fuzz came to the house.

Ianto placed Jeremy on the blanket by the baby toys then ran into Jack's arms.

"I thought you were dead," cried Ianto.

"I was," said Jack.

"You have to stop dying on me," said Ianto.

"People have to stop killing me," said Jack. "I didn't plan to be killed and have my blood stolen. I was outnumbered and foggy from lack of blood."

Owen placed Jeremy in his arms. "I'll leave you two alone to catch up."

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October 2059 Mickey died. The next month, Martha called the doctor because Jack said something about the news regarding of the first moon base not being the same as what he learned in his history book.

"Are you sure?" asked Martha. "To a person in 51 century, this would be pretty ancient history. It would be like me getting a name of a Pharaoh wrong."

Jack said, "The first moon base is a fairly important event. This has the Doctor all over it. Do you still have his phone number? Call him."

Owen held Jack's hand. "For shits and giggles."

Martha smiled. "I get to propose to him."

Owen said, "Go for it."

Owen didn't come along when Martha found the old phone in a desk drawer in Jack's old office at Torchwood. It was now Curious and Curiouser, an antique and oddity shop now owned by Owen and his current house mate. Jack had teased Owen about buying the shop the first day Owen walked into the pawn shop. No one back then realised he would after he retired from medicine. Martha must have left it there when the shop was part of Torchwood. Torchwood was long gone. It was kind of sad that an institute dating back to Queen Victoria was now history. Martha took the phone out from behind the pens and thingumabobs then dialled the numbers. "Hello, this is Martha."

"How's Mickey?" asked the Doctor.

"He died of a heart attack last month," said Martha. "We divorced awhile ago. We were still friends after the divorce for the children's sake. You told me that you couldn't marry Rose because she would grow old and die and you wouldn't. I'm immortal now."

"Sorry. Too late. I'm married to someone else."

After disconnecting, Martha slammed her phone onto the table and yelled, "Fuck! He would marry someone else. Probably a blonde. Definitely a blonde."

Jack took the phone. "I'm calling him back."

"No, you don't." Martha put the phone up high, but she's a short woman and Jack's a tall man, so he would be able to reach it easy. She couldn't win a game of keep away.

Jack took the phone as predicted and dialled the last number listed in recent calls.

"We got cut off," said the Doctor.

"You're still the cheeky one," said Jack. "Are you in the area? We can meet up for beer and chips."

"I happen to be in London," said the Doctor.

"We'll drive from Cardiff to you," said Jack. "The way you operate the TARDIS you're liable to get here a 100 years too early or 20 years too late."

"Are you and Martha still blogging?" asked the Doctor.

"You bring the wife along." Jack, playfully, put an arm around Martha, so they would be able to share the phone. "The Missus and I would love to meet her."

"You and Martha aren't married?" asked the Doctor.

"No, however, she's immortal and I'm immortal, so it has its benefits," mused Jack. "We're on speaker phone and she can hear everything."

Martha took the phone back. "Doctor, I couldn't marry Jack. It would be like marrying my brother."

"With my wife, I leave her messages and she contacts me. She's an archaeologist, Dr River Song," explained the Doctor. "We haven't even kissed, yet."

Jack said, "We need to fix that."

"Yes, we do," said Martha.

"Are you two going to gang up on me?" asked the Doctor.

"You know it," said Jack.

They decided to meet up at the British Museum since River seemed to have a thing for museums. A woman with curly blonde hair from halfway across the room yelled, "Pretty boy."

The doctor awkwardly waved back.

Martha whispered to Jack. "A blonde. I knew it."

River threw an arm around the Doctor which made him blush. "Sweetie, introduce us."

"River, this is Captain Jack Harkness," said the Doctor. "And the women beside him is Dr Martha Smith."

"Jones," corrected Martha. "I've gone back to using my maiden name."

"I fly the TARDIS better than my dear husband," explained River. "I can get you back five minutes after you left. No problem. Do you want to see the Seven Wonders of the World? Ancient or Modern?"

Martha whispered to Jack. "She's married to him."

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Author's Notes: Waters of Mars takes place after Silence in the Library. Later, with Amy, the Doctor knows how to contact River, so he must have done it at least once before. Since Jack learned the history before the event was changed, he is outside time. I've been watching Oddities on Netflix. I could see 50 or 60 year old Owen getting into weird antiques.