This little crossover came from an idea on Tumblr that I decided to run with. Needless to say, I took that idea and went full sprint with it. This is my first foray into Torchwood fic, I hope it's not too bad. Anyway, the timeline on this fic is post Miracle Day, during Community season 3. Enjoy!

"Gwen, I understand that you, Jack, and Rex want to rebuild Torchwood," Rhys said as he and Gwen cooked breakfast in the kitchen of their ocean-side home, "But do you have to conduct business in our living room?"

"Until we find a more suitable location, yes," Gwen replied, "I'm sorry Rhys, but it's only temporary."

"Temporary? It's been four months, Gwen," Rhys exclaimed, "How much longer is this going to last?"

"I don't know," Gwen snapped back at him, "Jack's been scouting locations for a new base and he hasn't found one yet that suits our needs."

"I'm just thinking of Anwen," Rhys said, lowering his voice, "she can't be raised in an environment like this."

"I know," Gwen sighed, "I'm sorry. Maybe I'll work with Jack to find a new location so we can stop having everything happen in our living room."

Rhys smiled in reply and leaned in to kiss Gwen.

"Woah, did we come at a bad time?"

Gwen and Rhys broke apart, looking at the two immortal men who had just entered their home.

"No, it's fine," Gwen replied to Jack, "come on in and have a seat. I'm sure you're both hungry."

"I'm starving," Rex replied, taking a seat at the table, "It's been so long since I had a home cooked meal."

"We had dinner here last night," Jack said with a raised brow.

"Like I said, it's been a long time," Rex smirked.

Gwen laughed as she served the two men their plates before running off to feed a fussy Anwen.

"Well, look who the cat dragged in," Shirley said as Britta entered the study room.

"Yeah, you're not usually late," Abed said, "it's really telling since Jeff got here before you."

"Are you saying I'm always late," Jeff asked, looking up from his phone.

"Yep," Abed replied matter-of-factly.

"Why were you late," Annie asked Britta.

"I thought I'd lost one of my cats," Britta replied, "but it turns out he was hiding under my bed."

"How do your cats even live," Troy asked, "they both have one eye and one of them has a bad leg."

"Hey! My cats are capable of living like any other normal cat," Britta fired back at him, "are you saying my cats aren't really cats because of their handicaps?"

"Way to go, Troy," Pierce said, shaking his head, "now she'll never shut up."

"HEY!"

"Guys," Jeff looked between Britta, Troy, and Pierce, "just drop it. Britta's cats are not worth yelling about."

Britta narrowed her eyes at him.

"No offense to your cats," Jeff said to her.

Britta crossed her arms, frowning, "My cats are just like any other cat."

"We know, Britta. We know," Shirley said, hoping to placate her.

Gwen had kept her word to Rhys and went off with Jack to scout for potential bases as Rex stayed behind to monitor rift activity on Jack's laptop.

"I'm sorry we've been intruding for months," Rex said as Rhys walked in with Anwen in his arms.

Rhys shook his head, "S'alright. I just hope you find a new base soon."

Rex let out a chuckle, "Jack is extremely picky. I'd be surprised if he and Gwen found one today."

"I hope they do," Rhys said, "I've got nothing against you and Jack, I just want Gwen's home life and work life to be separate. It's not healthy for Anwen."

"I understand," Rex said, pulling out his phone and turning it on, "we'll be out of here before you know it."

Rhys laughed, standing up to put Anwen in her crib for a nap, "I'll see it when I believe it."

Rex's phone beeped, telling him he had one missed call. He flipped it open and checked the voicemail.

"Rex? Why isn't your phone on? This is important! There are some strange things going on around here and none of it can be explained logically. Call me back when you get this and I'll give you more details."

He knew that voice. It belonged to their American liaison he had met months earlier. He went through his contacts and found the number, hitting the green button to initiate the call.

"Jack, you do know this is an old UNIT base right," Gwen said as she stepped out of her car.

"I'm aware," Jack responded as he stood back and looked at the building.

"We usually don't like working with UNIT," Gwen reminded him.

"What did you say this was," Jack turned to look at her.

"An old UNIT base," Gwen repeated.

"That's right. An old UNIT base, meaning they don't use it anymore and they left it here to rot," Jack smirked.

"Okay, but what if they found out we're using one of their old buildings," Gwen crossed her arms.

"I'll deal with them," Jack said, walking toward the building, "if they still wanted it, they would still be using it right now."

Gwen rolled her eyes and started to follow Jack, only for her phone to ring. She didn't even have to look at the screen to know who was calling.

"What have you got, Rex?"

"I got a call from our liaison back in the states," Rex replied.

Gwen motioned for Jack to come back as she put Rex on speaker, "What could possibly be happening in America that would concern us?"

"People have been found dead from what appears to be animal attacks, but no one has been able to identify the animal," Rex explained, "in fact, they can't even determine what species it could even be. All that's been reported were unusual scratches and claw marks and irregular bite patterns."

"That does sound like something we need to check out," Jack replied, "where are the reports coming from?"

"Where our liaison lives. Greendale, Colorado."

Gwen noticed that Jack stiffened for a moment before relaxing, "Pack your bags, Rex. We're going back to the states. Come on, Gwen, I'll drive us back. We need to leave immediately."

"I'll see you soon."

Gwen ended the call and ran after Jack back to her car, who quickly put it in reverse once she was in.

"What was that about?"

"What was what about?"

Gwen gave him a look, "You reaction to the location was...odd."

Jack glanced at her briefly before focusing back on the road, "It's nothing for you to worry about. Right now, we need three tickets to Denver."

Gwen decided not to press further, she knew Jack wouldn't give her any answers. She pulled out her phone once more and dialed Rhys.

"Did Rex tell you anything," Gwen asked, "well, we're going back to the US. I know we just got back but something strange is happening over there and we're going to check it out. I'm calling you to ask if you could please purchase three airline tickets for us and for the next available flight. You can put it on my card."