It's all AU.

Jamie shimmied down the column outside his window, finishing with a little flourish, "Five for style, nine for technical accomplishment."

He turned to the person he'd managed not to land on, "What do you think?"

Jack wandered into the dining room and smiled round at the people already there. "Anyone here named Ianto Jones? Failing that, anyone else fancy having dinner with me?"

Buffy had started patrolling again after the party where she'd met Spike and the Doctor had told her about someone getting attacked by something that sounded very much like a vampire.

To be honest, she was quite glad to have something to do that gave her a sense of purpose. Not that it stopped her moping over Angel too while she was wandering about trying to find something to kill.

So when one night she decided to try using the hotel's roof as a vantage point to scope out the town and found herself staring at the back of someone tall and dark with a long dark coat, standing feet apart and hands in his pockets, gazing out over the town, it was hardly surprising that the first word out of her mouth was a shocked, "Angel?"

It was getting to the kind of time when Tosh would usually head somewhere with a nice comfortable bed; right now, however, she was feeling restless and too awake to consider it.

Instead, she paced the streets, walking by places that were already becoming familiar to her and yet never seemed to be quite the same each time she looked. She made a mental note to attempt to find a pattern in the changes. It would give her something to think about, at least.

She stopped in front of an especially strange coffee shop she was sure she had never seen before and stared at it contemplatively. "Bizarre," she muttered to herself.

He was reading while he walked; it was an acquired skill, and, apparently, one he hadn't quite acquired yet. He kept weaving as he walked, from one side of the sidewalk to the other until he finally, inevitably, stumbled off of the sidewalk and onto the street. He gave the curb an offended look, "What you do that for?"

Which was, of course, the time he caught sight of his younger self. He blinked, frowned, then tilted his head, "You're here then."

He'd been looking for Jack - a Jack, any Jack - without being willing to admit --even to himself-- that that was what he was doing. When he spotted a familiar outline perched on top of a roof, he didn't hesitate long before taking advantage of a the fire-escape to climb up.

"Hey."