Over Arc

They knew the world was ending.

That much was certain.

Jack monitored the situation from Torchwood. It would end when they got married. That's why he pulled the plug. That's why the connection was severed.

That part of the story was set in stone. That date was set and time itself would bend at God's will so that events escalated till that day. Only a year away.

Of course, with the Doctors on their side, as well as an amused angel, they could probably get it done. Not to mention the rest of the team. As each crisis loomed, each player took more an more importance. BAD WOLF saved them from the worst of it. 9 was in charge of communication, apps and general handling of the Internet. 10 rode them into battle, facing down the Daleks, 11 being on double duty as both camera and madman. He seemed more attuned to the Tardis, while 10 was closer to Innocent Rose. The war doctor provided perspective. 13 was the public face, the one dark enough to go into darkest darkness, for his time in the thick of it and as the cardinal proved to be useful – though often going on a tirade when he felt that those in charge were not ready.

Jesus himself was at Torchwood. Playing with the computers and with a girl he called Eve. Not /the/ Eve thought many, but Jack was suspicious. He remembered a time jump where he saw the Garden...

That, thought Sherlock, was the lynchpin. If they bothered to use their time machines to go back to that faithful day in the garden, and undo the damage, it would all be over, as a dream.

Jim taunted as much. Trying to lead the unwary astray with strange takes of a Jesus that never died, or an Adam that never ate the apple. Riddles, thought Sherlock, I hate riddles. He'd see everything fall apart like a house of cards. Still, it might just come to that.

But then the only two that knew for sure were the Angel and Jesus, and the latter liked to make himself scarce. Maybe that's why I don't remember some of the things I've supposedly done – thought Jack. He stepped in.

He looked down at his wrist. The vortex manipulator only seemed to work on certain occasions, and always seemed to hone in on religious gatherings of Jehovah's Witnesses. At least to start out.

That's what Agent Romeo and Juliet were/are. Not their real names of course, but that might be how history remembers them. Of course, they couldn't spend much time together, lest … well all sorts of things happen.

Still their courtship was also approaching – October of this year – or around Christmas if he read the indications right, and if the events of her rescue were of any indication, there were going to be fireworks.