"Jack, I believe that's Ianto's area." Tosh backed away from the pleading Captain.

"I already asked him and he turned that pale white. Muttered something about 'no sex' and 'sleeping on the sofa' if he was handed that task." Jack pouted a little and Tosh almost gave in. Lucky for her, Gwen was standing right beside, shaking her head no!

"Jack, I can predict Rift Activity, create programs that will stop time, translate alien languages, but I can not do that. Don't ask me." Tosh whimpered.

"Really Jack. Tosh is right. You are asking the impossible," Owen spoke up, agreeing with the rest of Torchwood. Jack went too far this time.

"But it should be simple. gingerlr has saved all her fic-comments in that one file. Combining them into one long ramble with a tiny summary should be easy. Well, okay, not easy but doable?" Jack tried his most charming smile but realized that even his 1,000 watt smile would not sway any of his team to tackle the impossible.

a/n - I started combining them into one list and gave up. It's like keeping my master ramble list sorted. It's scary. *grins*