Logan

[im_torchwood]

It had been days and Jack had been keeping track of Logan. The young man had no money, no access to his accounts, no key card to the penthouse, no car, no resources, and he didn't even know how to use his phone. But Jack knew and while he gave Logan time he watched him on CCTV to make sure he was safe. Relatively.

But days had passed and he knew Logan had to be hungry, had to be exhausted trying to be homeless on the streets of London, and when he saw a dispatch for police to Logan's location Jack bolted to the SUV and he got there just as the police arrived.

"Torchwood," he said, flashing his ID. "I'll handle it."

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[logan_echolls]

Logan was sitting on a bench, dissheveled and clearly a bit out of it. He hadn't been sleeping, and he couldn't remember when he'd eaten last. The police had found him perched on the edge of one of London's smaller bridges, dangling off the side, drunk on cheep booze a kind soul had given him.

Looking up, he studied Jack with dark eyes.

"Why are you here, Harkness?" he asked quietly. "How are you here?"