It's all AU.

He eyed the Doctor for several long moments, thinking about the warning he'd gotten. Then he shrugged, walked up to him, grabbed him by the lapels of his coat, and stuck his tongue half-way down his throat.

Easiest way in the world to figure out what was going on.

Well. To Jack.

The Doctor was settled, cross legged on the TARDIS console floor. Mentally wrapped up in his ship, and just sort of. Breathing with her. One of his little strategies to keep himself from burning out.

Jack was filthy - dirt smuged on his face and hands, outter shirt unfastened and his white undershirt was grimey. He walked into the hotel, flopped down in a chair with a low groan of relief. "I am too old for this shit," he announced, and worked a hand between himself and the chair to press against his back. He arched against that hand, his back cracked and he groaned again.

Ianto did not have his tie. He did not have his belt. He did, however, have a smug expression and a jaunty whistle as he wandered out of the hotel with two cups of coffee.

He offered one to Jack like he'd expected to see him. (He hadn't) "Coffee, Jack?"

Jack was sitting in the floor, in the hall just outside the console room. The lights were low, his knees were up toward his chest, and he was reading a book.

Jack had talked to Jamie and John. He'd done the hopscotch thing. He was tired, now. Not exhausted, but he'd used up his social-ness, and wanted to go home. In this place that meant one thing: The TARDIS.

He let himself in, sprawled out in the captain's chair, found himself amused by the irony and appropriateness, and stared at the ceiling.

Jamie woke up with his face buried against the back of John's neck, arms around him and basically locked on to the other man like the jaws of life. He groaned, grumbling as he woke.

The Master was feeling rather at peace with himself and the world. It wasn't a feeling he was very used to these days and he was making the most of it, wandering along beside the lake, on the other side to where he normally went, enjoying the sunshine (or what passed for it) and the sound of the wind in the trees, water lapping at the shore, and, well. Being thoroughly sentimental.

When he heard footsteps coming in the other direction, he didn't even tense up. He greeted Jack with a happy smile. "Good afternoon, Captain! Lovely day, isn't it?"

Jack was sitting in a corner of the lobby, back against the wall and well away from the windows. There was a cup of coffee and glass of water in front of him, both untouched. His head was leaned back against the wall, and he was completely lost in thought. He stayed that way until he spotted Rose. Then he blinked a couple of times and smiled, slightly. "Hey, darling."

He startled and gasped when he woke up. That meant he wasn't biting down on the Doctor's throat anymore, but it also meant that throwing his hands up in front of his face smacked the shit out of the Doctor.

( TW S2 Finale Spoilers - Just in case. )

He walked until he found the Master.

He walked up behind the Master, slipped his arms around his waist and said, just a bit before he physically connected. "I've been looking for you." His voice was low, warning that he was there, and his grip was loose enough to allow for a lot of reaction. He'd take and roll with anything, but this issue was going to be settled now.

This issue being the one between the two of them.

No Doctor, no Rose, and the ghosts were going to be exorcised.

Right now. Tonight.

He'd just retconned himself, and watched Adam disappear with the memory of Adam. Left staring at an empty cell he'd started back up. Except when he got to the top he came out into the hotel lobby instead of the hub.

He stopped walking, rubbed his forehead with one hand and cursed quietly under his breath. "I am getting really sick of this place." He fell straight back into a chair, dropped his hand and opened his eyes. He squinted at the person he saw there. "Are you one of mine, or a random passer through?"

His memories were still shaky and settling. There but not quite enough to trust his judgement, and he wasn't prepared to be trusting, or expend the energy necessary to be defensive -- yet.

Jack was walking into the console room for the interior of the TARDIS, sonic screwdriver in hand and headed straight for the console. When the door opened and Rose walked in he made an unattractive, startled sound and stared for a second. "...Rose."

There was no doubt about who that note was to - or from. Jack tore off the bottom half, anyway, and stuffed it into the front pocket of his jeans and debated with himself for a full five minutes before he grabbed his coat and started walking.

He found the alley, found the TARDIS, mentally compiled what he'd learned from the Doctor (who was sleeping the sleep of the profoundly drunk), lifted his hand and knocked. Nervous?

Oh, fuck yes.

The Doctor tried to get his head in order. Sort through the memories, some very good and some on the not so good side. If he was here, without the TARDIS, without the Master, and Rose to keep an eye on. He had to keep it together.

Still in his blue suit and red converses, he eventually started wandering around town, looking for some clue as to how much time had passed here.

John had headed out to the lake, with the intention of working through some mental exercises, attempting to get rid of the crippling headaches, as the Master had suggested.

He'd stripped off, and swam for a good long time. It'd done wonders for clearing his head, and shaking off some tension from his knotted muscles.

He was currently lying on his back on the jetty, still naked, eyes shut, arm across his face, and making the most of the late afternoon sun. Listening to the water lapping gently around the jetty, and on the stony shore, he was focussing on it, allowing the sound to lull him, and strengthen him. 

Letting it build up his mental barriers again in layers, the noise was shoring him up steadily but surely. It felt good to be working on a mental level again. The more he worked, the more he could feel the release, as the pressure in his mind caused by the headaches started to leave him. Goddess that felt good.

He smiled beatifically, as he wriggled out in pleasure.

He spotted the Master, watched him vaguely for a couple of minutes to decide that he was who he thought he was, then poured a cup of tea and headed out of the hotel and onto the street, to meet him with the mug. "Hey," he said, warm and quiet.

The Doctor spotted Jack in the dining hall, walked up to him, and sat down down. He intended to say hello and how are you. What came out of his mouth was, "I'm about 90% sure that Koschei and Romana are having sex in my TARDIS right now."

Context what?

Jack was still in jeans, with a long-sleeved dark blue button down over an undershirt. He was wearing his holster and gun, but he'd taken his coat off and left it, somewhere. He stepped behind Ianto, slid his hands around his waist and put his chin on Ianto's shoulder. "Hey," he said, quietly and in way of warning, just as his hands made contact with Ianto. "Come take a walk with me."