Chapter Rating: PG/PG-13

Warning: Includes Jack/11, slash, kissing, swearing, and dreadlocks.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, if I did Jack would still be around, and there would be a lot more kissing. But, alas, BBC owns Doctor Who. *sigh*

Note: Watch as crap spills out of my lovely turbo-typing-fingers!

Jack sat down at the restaurant booth, looking out at the others in the small diner. There were maybe seven or eight...no, definitely eight other people sitting around, not that the place looked like it could fit many more people. There was a couple, a red head woman, with bit of a sass about her and a dark haired, tall man, in the corner booth, the woman leaning on the man who had a distinct look of sadness. There was an old man sitting at the corner, he looked slightly senile, with splotchy white hair and a ugly brown checkered shirt and the waitress was having a conversation with him, looked almost as if he came into the restaurant often enough. The waitress was an older woman with dyed blonde hair and fake nails, she was smiling at the old man kindly with a look of pity and loss. Then there was the last group, all sitting together in the very back corner by the windows, a teenager, could be male or female, wearing an oversized tan coat that went past the hands and down to the knees, with long, dreadlocked, brown hair and another teenager, very thin, appearing as a bundle of awkwardly placed bones, definitely male, wearing a black sweatshirt, a female with black hair that swooshed in a distinctly 70s boy cut and another male, large with brown hair and a purple and black striped sweatshirt who was fiddling around with the half 'n' half. Jack sighed, he always liked the cozy diner feel to the small town restaurants in the US.

He waved down the waitress who was just looking up from her conversation with the elderly man. She nodded, said something to the man and walked over.

"What can I do for you, dear?" The woman said, Jack flashed a smile and handed her the money for his meal. She thanked him and walked off back to the elderly man. Jack stood up, pulling on his blue coat and walking off to the door, stopping for a moment, turning to the teens.

"Hey, it's been bugging me, are you a girl or a boy?" He asked, trying to be as polite as possible. The teen turned at him then turned back to the others,

"See!" the teen said, "I'm blaming the coat, I mean, what else could it be..." The boy in the sweatshirt snickered.

"I'm a chick, asshole," the girl growled, before turning back to her friends and saying something obscene and rude. Jack shrugged to himself and walked out the first set of double glass doors, running directly into a young man wearing the most peculiar outfit.

"Oh, um, sorry." The man said, staring at the ground. Jack did his best 'I want you' smile and shook his head.

"No problem, no harm done," he said. At that the man's head shot up. His eyes were wide and gorgeous, as was his hair, the shape of his face, the shape of him in general, Jack smiled again.

"No way, what a coincidence, who would think I would see you! In America...I never come to America, you don't either...I mean, I heard you had gone to America for that one thing but, Jack! It's great to see you! How have you been?" The man hugged Jack, who was simply confused.

"Do I know you?" Jack asked, the thought crossed his mind, but he couldn't be who he thought he was. The man grinned, a wide, sloppy, childish grin.

"Amy! Rory! Come 'ere!" The couple on the side looked up, frustrated at being pulled out of their little world. The red-head, probably Amy, pulled the man, Rory, up from the seat and bounced over to Jack and the young man.

"What is it, Doctor?" Amy asked, she had a lovely Scottish accent and suddenly it hit Jack.

"Your face changed again," he muttered, pulling the man, the Doctor, into another hug, tighter, longer. He pulled away before cupping his face and pulling him, in, up for a deep kiss. Jack worked into the Doctor's mouth, Rory and Amy staring, appalled and...confused. Jack pulled away, staring at the Doctor again before hugging him one more time.

"Amy, Rory, meet Jack." the Doctor chocked out, grinning to himself. Amy and Rory just nodded.