A/N: This is the beginning of the first episode in my Torchwood season four: "All Our Yesterdays". I was challenged to prove that it is possible to make a good season four keeping strictly to cannon up to season 3 of Torchwood and not using any OCs for the team. I've got 13 "episodes" planned for this series.

Another bar, another planet. That's all anything was now, and why should it be any different. Sure, He always intended to find something else, whenever he came someplace new. Or at least that's what he told himself. Yet he always found himself at the bar. He couldn't even get properly drunk anymore, not before he died of alcohol poisoning. Then again he didn't mind that either.

This place was quiet and Jack was nursing a drink at the end of the bar. Well away from anyone. He wore a leather jacket a t-shirt and jeans. His greatcoat was tucked safely in the small bag at his feet that he had his few possessions in. He'd been here for a week or so, maybe it was time to move on. Where to didn't matter.

Jack pulled out his phone a looked at it for a moment turning it over in his hand. He didn't know why he'd kept it, but he had. Mind you he'd tuned it off and had yet to turn it back on, but he'd kept it. For some reason Jack found his hand pressing the power button. The screen flashed on, one message. He'd expected god knows how many from U.N.I.T. and every one else, as well as at least forty from Gwen alone. Maybe that's why he'd turned it on, his masochistic streak. But there was just one.

The message was from Martha, and about three months out of date, but with a press of the button it was opened. There was a picture of Gwen with a small figure swaddled in pink. All that was written was 'Her name is Cerys'. He stared for a minute before suddenly snapping the phone closed and shoving it in his pocket.

Jack took a drink from his glass. He'd left that place. He'd left them. For their own good, they'd be safer without him. He was never going back. Where to next? The Tridian Station might be interesting. Jack finished the drink, got up, and left for the Tridian Station.

The fact that the station was on the way back to Earth didn't even cross his mind. Of course not. It was just another place.

A little over a month later Jack found himself in Cardiff, wondering how he got there. He hadn't indented on coming. Then again it's just a visit. Make sure Gwen, Rhys and Martha are fine then leave.

The sky was its usual grey, but somehow the streets seemed quieter. People in a rush, moving quickly and quietly. It seemed dead. Then again maybe it was just him.

Jack's feet found the familiar path to Gwen's flat. When he was coming up to the door he froze, and just stared at it. This was a stupid idea, best just leave. He turned to leave when he door opened. Jack cursed Gwen and her bad timing, and waited to hear her yell. But she didn't. Another voice was talking a hundred miles an hour on the phone. Jack turned to see a woman who was decidedly not Gwen come out the door before turning to lock it, then striding off.

Then Jack remembered:

"That does not look like your paperwork that was due a week ago." Gwen jumped in her chair turning away from her computer and giving Ianto a far too innocent look.

"Umm yeah was just working on those reports on the . . ." she fumbled for a second.

Ianto raised an eyebrow, "On the four Hoix we found at Tesco's? Or the Pitbullfrog we finally caught? Or . . ."

"On the Hoix, yeah."

"Oh dear am I going to have to punish one of my employees?" Jack grinned leaning against the door to his office. "There's quite a lot of possible punishments," he paused and seemed to be considering, "I'm very good with punishments," his leer left no doubt as to his meaning," I mean just ask Ianto, he's had to endure a few."

Ianto didn't even bat an eyelash, "He is very good."

"Oh yeah," Jack moved further into the main area of the Hub, "can't have employees slacking off on work. Unless you're watching porn, that's ok, as long as you share with the rest of the class." He came around to look at the screen, "So is it?"

"Hardly," said Gwen going back to the computer. On the screen were some different houses with their information next to them. "Rhys and I are looking at houses. You know, we'd like a little more room."

"Hey isn't that the group we shut down?" asked Jack pointing at the Frost Lynch logo.

"After the 'accidental death' of Lynch the company continued," Ianto supplied.

"I wouldn't buy from them, never know what your going to get," added Jack.

"Oh yes, I'm sure they hold the weevil fight club in the basement." Ianto deadpanned.

"Just saying," he looked at Gwen, "If you get that one remember, you hear a growl, it's not a dog."

Gwen chuckled and threw a rolled up piece of paper at Jack. "And You Mister," she turned her chair to face him and crossing her arms, "When are you going to start paying up?" she asked.

"What?" Jack looked genuinely confused.

"When are you going to start paying your half Ianto's rent? God knows you're over there more often then not anymore." She turned back to the computer with a smug smile to continue browsing oblivious to the sudden tension in the air.

Jack looked up met Ianto's eyes then looked away quickly. "It's not like that," then he turned tail and went back to his office.

Jack tried to ignore the look that had been in Ianto's eyes, and had at the time, now though . . . Jack turned on his heel, of course she'd moved, he hadn't been thinking. He had no clue where she lived, so he couldn't find her. He decided to find a bar, one he'd never been to with the team, it was late in the day anyway, and he'd just leave in the morning. So Jack went to look for a bar ignoring that he had Gwen's number on his phone.

~1~

Jack left the bar before closing and wandered around the city. He didn't go to a roof, no, and had to curb his feet every time they headed towards the Millennium center or Ianto's flat, and every time he felt a stab of pain. He had no clue where he wanted to go. There were too many memories. There, that building was the clinic where they followed the sex gas alien on Gwen's first case. And that there was the alley he first went weevil hunting with just Ianto. And there was the club where they got Owen so drunk that they managed to get him to sing karaoke.

Suddenly a scream tore through the quiet night. Jack was moving before he realized reaching for his webly which wasn't there. Instead he came up with a sonic blaster. He turned into an alley and saw a man in some dark military uniform sitting over a woman. The man was trying to staunch the blood from a gash through the woman's neck. He had a field tourniquet around his thigh too. A glance told Jack the woman had already lost too much blood, and what the attacker was. A weevil.

Jack didn't even slow down as he heard yelling coming from the alley to his left. He came round the corner to see five people in the same uniforms surrounding the dead end of the alley, commands flying back and forth. There was a dumpster and stacks of rubbish the weevil could be hiding in. This was NOT how you hunted a weevil. He was proven right when the weevil launched out of some cardboard and pinned one of the men to the ground. The other men's voices raised but they just pointed their guns uselessly. Jack shoved through the line grabbed the weevil around the throat and yanked backwards off the kid.

Jack fell hard on his back the weevil on top. The creature recovered first and spotting its opening jumped to its feet and made a run for the exit of the alley. A hail of bullets from the four remaining soldiers took the weevil down. One of the men began to bark out orders to the others. Two went to start some field first aid on the one that had been pinned by the weevil and the other one and the C.O. went over to Jack.

"I think you had better come with us," was all the officer said his U.N.I.T. patch in plain sight on his arm. Well, so much for leaving in the morning.