“These are demons,” Dawn Summers said. “They pretty clearly fall outside of Torchwood’s jurisdiction.”
“Torchwood was founded over a werewolf,” Captain Jack Harkness pointed out.
“An alien werewolf,” Dawn responded right back. “These are demons, which places them clearly under the Council’s jurisdiction.”
“Demons which come from the sky. Which makes them aliens. Which gives us jurisdiction.”
Harriet Jones looked from the one American to the other and sighed. “Miss Summers. Captain Harkness. As far as I can see, both of your organizations have jurisdiction, but the fact is, we have an invasion of Queller demons on our hands and I don’t really give a damn who stops it as long as it is stopped. Do I make myself clear?”
“Then get to work.”
* * * * *
“We don’t have to listen to her, you know,” Jack said as soon as they had exited 10 Downing Street. “We both answer directly to the Crown, technically.”
Dawn looked at her counterpart uncertainly. “You’re saying we can work together . . . to not work together?”
Jack made a sound Dawn could only describe as a harrumph. “It sounded much more reasonable when I said it.”
* * * * *
Eventually, they had sex. But that’s a different story.