A/N I don't know where this came from. It was meant as a one off, but I may end up doing more with it depending on the response. Set A/U after Exit Wounds but Owen got out of the power station and was able to save Tosh, because I just needed Owen alive for this and Tosh too. Enjoy, please read and review, it helps feed the muse.

Well, Now what are we going to do?

The explosion threw them all back into a heap against the SUV, the team anyway. The bright glow lit up the abandoned industrial estate on the edge of Merthyr like a Hollywood premiere. For a moment there was a stunned silence.

"Oi, you lot want to get off me? Just because I don't need to breathe doesn't mean I want you lot piled on me. This isn't the rugby final you know."

"Everyone Ok?" Jack asked, picking himself up off the top of the pile of Torchwood bodies. "Ianto?"

"Fine, Sir, just me dignity so no real change there." Jack offered a hand to his young lover, pulling him up to his feet with a gentle pat.

"Gwen?"

"Alright, just a little…" Ianto offered her a hand up from the puddle she had landed in when the archivist had pushed her down. "Muddy."

Owen was helping Tosh from under the SUV where he had shoved her when it…whatever had happened.

"OK Tosh?" Jack asked. Since the incident with his brother, Jack had been a little more solicitous, almost overprotective of them all. The young Japanese tech was only just recovered from the gun shot wound that had almost ended her life. Owen had barely cleared her for field duty but they weren't letting her far from the SUV.

"John?" Jack called cautiously, heading for the spot where the former time agent had been. John had been coming and going, helping them out when it suited him. In this case, a band of assorted aliens with a rudimentary rift device that they were using, popping in like Vikings on a raid, getting what they could and then disappearing. This time they had run into Torchwood. Jack wanted to make sure they didn't come back. John had set to pull their portal closed with his vortex manipulator. It wasn't a good idea, it wasn't even part of the plan, more like something John had come up with as they tried to escape back into the vortex. That was John all over, act first, think later.

Jack walked towards where the explosion had been. His eyes were readjusting to the evening gloom after the brightness of the explosion. "Tosh, check the 999, make sure we're not going to be disturbed." There was nothing, the raiders were gone, probably scattered to atoms when the field collapsed. Then he saw it, the pile of clothes, the red jacket that John clung to the way he clung to his RAF coat though neither man would admit it.

"John," he called, worry lacing his voice. He ran forward and pulled up the coat, wincing at the blackened sleeve where his wrist strap had been.

"Yah, ik ahme," a small, childish voice lisped up at him urgently. Jack blinked, wondering if he had been hit harder than he thought.

"Sir?" Ianto called to him, concerned.

Jack looked again at the small blonde toddler in the pile of clothes that had once been John Hart. The child looked up at Jack with big eyes and then burst into tears.

"Owen, I need you. I think we have a… small problem."