Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Eleventh Doctor
Spoilers: None, if you know who's been cast to play Eleven.
Summary: "I need a tourist."
Disclaimer: I am not the BBC.
A/N: Written for kensieg in response to the prompt: "How Jack met Eleven".
A breeze and a young man entered the office. The breeze stirred the stacked brochures; the man stirred Ianto's suspicions. He looked ordinary, but...
"I need a tourist."
English, Midlands accent... sounds drunk, but he isn't. "A tourist?"
"Someone who travels about, sees the sights," the man explained. "Are you a tourist?"
"No, sir. I live here."
"Oh..." He sounded forlorn.
Jack entered, carrying a bag. "Chinese takeaway."
The stranger studied him. "Are you a tourist?" He punctuated his question by collapsing.
Jack felt for a pulse, then gasped, as if stung. He sighed. "No. I live here now, Doctor."