I finally wrote it... YES! Sorry about the wait, I'll try veeeery hard to shorten it next time. It might still be short, but it is probably longest thing I've written...
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The large, unremarkable black van that was Torchwood's transportation sped through Cardiff's streets, shooting through traffic like it was nothing. Inside the vehicle Jack was at the wheel, his feet seemingly glued to the pedal.

"Tosh," he said, gritting his teeth slightly. "Still no idea where this is coming from?"

Tosh was in the back seat, glasses on, fingers hovering over a keyboard while she stared at the screen in front of her. "No..." she replied. "I still haven't been able to trace it back to anywhere. This so odd... usually you can tell at least vaguely where things from the rift come from..."

"Well isn't this great," Owen said, sarcasm and cynicism dripping from his words like normal. "We don't know who, what, where, when, why, or how. I think this is a new level of ignorance, even for us."

Jack's foot became suddenly unstuck from the pedal and the van slowed down until it came to a jerking halt in front of an alley. The banging of several doors could be heard as the Torchwood team evacuated the vehicle in their normal graceful fashion. The alley was dark and unassuming, like so many in Cardiff. On all sides dreary, tall buildings surrounded the miniature pathway, looming over it like depressed giants. The team moved quickly over the pavement, feet slapping the ground. They carried nothing for the retrieval mission except guns stored ready at the back of their pants, and as they reached the end of the alley they stopped and waited.

"So is he supposed to be here soon, Tosh?" Gwen asked, looking nervously at the wall in which this stranger was supposed to appear.

"Yes." Tosh replied simply, and they waited for several seconds.

As they shifted uncomfortably in their spots, a man walked towards them, looking as if he had come straight out the of the wall in front of them. He stopped right in front of Jack, and collapsed on the ground.

The team huddled around him and began observing him. They saw now that he wasn't a man at all- he was no more than a teenager, and a short one at that. He looked 15, with beautiful golden hair that sat braided on his back. He wore a basic black shirt and tight fitting pants, both torn almost to shreds. His body was in the same alarming state as his clothes. Cuts, bruises, and blood decorated him like lights on a Christmas tree. But the thing that caught their eyes was the bright flash of metal all over his arm.

Jack knelt down to investigate. He first felt for a pulse beneath all the hair and blood, and finding a steady rhythm, moved down to his right arm. The metal felt full beneath his fingers, not a shallow outer casing. He banged his knuckles against it. A full ring let out- definitely not hollow. He carefully picked the arm up and began to examine it's intricacies. In all his long, long life he had never seen a thing like it.

"Uh... Jack?" Gwen asked from behind him. "Shouldn't we get him to a hospital before examining him? He looks like he needs a doctor, stat."

Jack stood up and brushed off his coat. "You're right. Doctor first, then figure out what he is." It was when he began to pick the boy up that he heard the sound he was always listening for, the sound of life, of running, of adventure- the odd whirring of the TARDIS.

The whole team stopped. "What the hell is that?" Owen asked carefully, looking around.

"A Doctor," Jack humorously mumbled.

The whirring began to lessen as a large blue box began to focus into shape behind them. It became a stronger and stronger image until it was physically there. They could see the small wood engravings that made it up, the dark letters that read "POLICE BOX", the shining handle amidst all the blue. The team sat gaping for a couple moments, with Jack in a state of near shock as the ship he had searched so long and so hard for appeared miraculously before him.

With a bang the doors to the police box opened, a young man striding out with a blonde girl tailing. He was dressed in a way both average and peculiar, a beige trench coat hanging over a dark brown pinstripe suit, which was itself covering a white shirt. A similarly dark tie collared his neck loosely. His brown hair was tousled in a mad genius way that Einstein would've been proud of and his brown eyes crinkled with a dashing excitement that also decorated his smile.

The girl followed in a way that reminded Gwen of a puppy dog, an excited, free-thinking puppy dog, but a puppy dog all the same. Her blonde hair only reached her shoulders and was perfectly straight. Her eyes were a deep, rich shade of brown, one hopeless romantics often compared to chocolate. She had in all a friendly, inviting feel to her, a girl-next-door charm hindered only by the plain excitement clear on her face and the obvious adoration for the man she trailed.

"Doctor and Rose?" Jack asked hoarsely, still holding the boy half aloft in his arms.

"Jack?" the Doctor asked, peering curiously at him as he walked nearer. "Jack, is that really you? What in the world are you doing here?"

Rose looked just as astonished as Jack did, perhaps even more so. "Jack?" she whispered. "You're... still alive?"

"Yes, quite alive, but... oh." Jack said shortly. The look of confusion that he had been wearing was replaced by understanding. "Time traveling." he muttered before dropping the boy and approaching Rose. "Rose, it's really me. You brought me back that day... forever. I'm not dead, but..." at this point he turned from his position in front of the astonished Rose to confront the Doctor who had knelt down next to the boy behind him. "Why are you to here?"

The Doctor looked up from examining the boy to reply, "The TARDIS had an alarm at this young man's arrival. Seems like he came from one of the parallel universes. How he got here, I have know idea, but I thought I should greet him... and who are those people behind you?"

For the first time the Torchwood team began to stir. They had been standing uncharacteristically quiet off to the sides, not sure what to make of the sudden, touching reunion unfolding before them. Jack replied, "This is my team, we investigate aliens here, all the cases that you don't end up catching." The immortal seemed to be fully recovered from his shock, once again displaying his charming smile.

"Hold on," Owen said. "That's all well enough, but who the hell are they?"

"Oh!" the Doctor exclaimed, standing up. "I'm the Doctor and she is Rose, and she seems to just be recovering from seeing Captain Jack again... Rose? You alright?" Rose was indeed coming out of her shock. She was regaining movement and thought, and managed to nod to acknowledge her crazy traveller.

"Alright!" the Doctor said, returning Rose's nod. "Now that that is all taken care of, shouldn't we return to the unconcious boy on the alleyway floor?"

END A.N. TOO!

I would've liked to concentrate on the FMA/Doctor interactions, but I had some major plotholes that needed covered. I could've gone on without bothering with them, but I can't stand having plotholes. It bugs the heck out of me. So, reallly, I don't mind too much if you skip that whole section.

Also, I think I'm doing more 11th Doctor then 10th... Now I'll have to rewatch more Tennant... which I don't mind too much~

AND- if you would like to beta this, it would be a great help, so please contact me.

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