Title: Gateways
Genres: Action, humor, romance, X-over
Rating: PG-13
Couples: Rose/10, Sam/Jack, Elizabeth/John
Spoilers: DW - Anything up to Doomsday, TW - Anything before Out of Time, SG1 - Pretty much the whole thing SGA - Up to s3 Irresistable
Summary: The Doctor, Rose, and Jack go on a trip to 31st century Barcelona for old-times sake, and as always end up anywhere but where they intended. This time, in the middle of the SGC, in the year 2012.



Disclaimer: I do not own DW. I don't own SG1, or SGA, or even TW! I also don't own any of their merchandise, 'cause I'm a bum. ;)

AN: Something you must understand about Doomsday to understand this fic. Most of you have seen it, or at least know what happens in it. Remember the wall scene? Forget it. In this world Torchwood Tower cut back on the free lunches for staff, and paid for mechanics that knew how to make proper levers that don't break. Also, remember Torchwood's episode "Out of Time"? Forget that too. This happens before then, cause I don't feel like dealing with all the bundles of angst and silliness following it.

Remember Season 9 and 10 of SG1? Yup. Might as well forget those, too. Jack stays General, and Sam is in charge of the team, Mitchell is an underling, and Vala only pops up from time to time.

And finally...remember SGA's Progeny and all those happeh episodes after then? Forget them, too. All you need to remember is the system of gates that Rodney set up (or was setting up) in Irresistable.


Also, according to a few mentions in the show, season 10 is set in 2012. So ya know.

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Gateways

Prologue


The man gave an oppressed sigh, and glared at his Second. "I don't see why not."

His second frowned patiently, and steepled her fingers over the blue folder marked 'Classified'. "It's not practical, sir."

"All I'm saying is one day a month." He put up one finger. "One day, Carter."

She looked to the others at the table for support. A dark-brown haired man leaned forward, and cleared his throat. "Jack..."

He turned to regard his long-time friend and companion with exasperation clearly written in his expression. "Daniel?"

Daniel's face contorted slightly as if he were preparing for a dangerous and volitile session of negotiations. "Jack...I don't think the Pentagon would approve of 'Jello-Wrestling Nite'."

He would have continued the debate with the obvious 'So we don't tell them', but the meeting was cut short by the emergency klaxons, and the voice of Walter over the comm.

"Sir...you're going to want to see this."

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She grinned across the room at the TARDIS' newest-not-so-new passenger. They had found them a few months after the Pete's-World-Incident; which she later found out was officially referred to as the Battle of Canary Wharf. The Doctor had a few choice phrases when they found out who he'd been working for, and he in turn had many colorful words for The Doctor.

She herself...Well, she'd just ran up and hugged him for all she was worth, and he just grinned and shrugged it all off with his usual flare. Apparently he'd become a captain of his very own Innuendo Squad, after all.

With the help of his troop, they saved the world from some meglomaniacal alien trying to get through the Cardiff Rift, and The Doctor finally conceded that his team at least wasn't so bad.

And then came the important part of it all. Trying to find out how to 'fix' him without killing him or The Doctor (again). Turned out to be alot harder than him or The Doctor expected.

That's when she suggested he come with. Just until they figured out. Maybe just for old times sake. They could always take him back to right when he left, after all. That had been easier than she expected.

So there they all were. Her. The Doctor. And him. All back together again like she'd never even hoped. She thought her Doctor's favorite adjective fit the situation very well.

The materialization sequence of the TARDIS broke through her thoughts, as The Doctor clapped and grinned. "31st Century Barcelona. Toy-size Noseless-Dogs are all the rage, and visitors are hailed with open arms--the Golden Age of Love and Peace."

"Are ya sure its not 32nd Century Barcelona?" She teased, grinning.

"Thats part of the Golden Age, anyway."

"Great miniskirts that century." A voice chimed in.

Rose rolled her eyes, and The Doctor gave him an exasperated look. "Jack..."

The man put up his hands to ward off the lecture that was no doubt coming for him. "I know. I know. Great skirts, not so great attitude about dancing. Kinda like late-20th-century Earth."

"Right." The Doctor nodded, pointing at him. "So lets try not to end up running for our lives over an ill-advised dancing lesson."

"Wouldn't dream of doing any such thing." Jack gave an innocent grin, but Rose doubted his sincerity--not that he would want to endanger their lives, exactly...more that he would pass up offering a few lessons.

Still. That was assuming they'd actually made it roughly inside the Golden Age, and she was still a bit skeptical about that. She didn't have long to think about it, however, as Jack and the Doctor were already headed to the door.

She had just made it to behind where Jack stood, when the Doctor opened the TARDIS doors with a broad grin. She couldn't make out much of what was past them, but she had a hunch it wasn't Barcelona.

"Ya know, Doc..." Jack said in a thoroughly unimpressed tone, leaning against a door of the TARDIS. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't remember 32nd Century Barcelonian welcoming parties consisting of twelve armed guards."

CH END

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AN: Bit short this time, I know, but this is just the Prologue!