Captain Jack Harkness sat in his chair, swivelling. His elbows rested on the sides, fingers knitted in front of his face, just under his nose. He kept his eyes on the computer on the desk in front of him. The desk was too high for his liking and the keys were set too close together. He shifted his weight on the chair and huffed as it squeaked and bounced. He missed the old hub.

"Jack I'm going to get a coffee! Do you want one?" A familiar voice called from behind him and his eyes flickered in the woman's direction.

He shook his head. Captain Jack avoided coffee now. The beverage stirred up too many memories. It was the good memories that hurt more than anything. It was those little moments where he had been perfectly happy. Jack hadn't felt that way in years. Decades, even.

"Could be polite about it!" The woman shouted behind her shoulder as she left the underground building.

The new Torchwood 3 hub was larger, roomier. The equipment was more expensive and developed. The heating and cooling systems were more effective. Despite all these improvements, Jack found himself longing for the pterodactyl that used to fly about overhead. He smiled to himself as he remembered the fun he'd had catching that thing. It had been the first time he'd really paid attention to Ianto Jones. It had been the first time that Jack had seen him as anything other than another irritating kid. And the coffee that he made…

Jack gripped the chair. He didn't want to think about Ianto. In fact, Captain Jack Harkness had spent a great deal of time trying not to think about Ianto. He never wanted to forget, but a bit of peace would be nice. A few moments without Ianto's death lingering over him like one of those clouds in cartoons. Everything seemed to remind Jack of Ianto.

Everyone from that old team was gone now… except Jack. Jack would never die. He had to go on. He could have done anything, but he had decided to come back to Torchwood. He had chosen to get another team together. There had been a few changes in members over time. No one ever really lasted long in this job. Well, no one except for Jack.

"Jack," a tall man leaned in the doorway, staring at Jack with those gorgeous green eyes.

Jack looked up. "Alan, is something wrong?" The first time Jack had met Alan, he had pulled out a stop watch. Jack barely remembered a thing the man said and didn't even register hiring him. Alan had been even more surprised than Jack, who had explained the decision by saying that Torchwood needed a doctor, which was the truth.

"No," he dug his hands into his pockets and pushed off from the frame. "I was just wondering… When's your birthday?"

Jack chuckled. "Trust, me, you wouldn't be able to fit enough candles on the cake."

Alan walked over to his boss. "That didn't answer my question," he said, leaning in so that his nose was merely millimetres away from Jack's.

Jack just pushed off backwards and stood up, heading out to see how everyone was going.

They had stumbled across a large group of Weevils recently. Some had been dead, some alive and in the centre of the group, had been a man.

Just a man, small and mousy looking with glasses. He had scarpered when he'd seen the Torchwood team, stopping for a moment to rake his eyes over Jack.

Everyone sat hunched over files or searching through databases. Lis slid off her chair and smiled at Jack. Everyone always smiled at him because he always seemed like he needed cheering up.

"Any news on those Weevils?" Jack asked the blond woman, leaning over the balustrade.

"Sorry Jack," she shook her head. "There's been no abnormal rift activity and I can't find any matches for that description! It's like the man doesn't exist!" Lis threw her hands in the air in frustration.

"Alan!" Jack spun around. "Got anything Doc?" he asked, gesturing to the Weevil body that lay on the slab, the contents of its stomach splayed on the floor around it.

Alan ran a hand through his hair and hopped lightly down the stairs into the tiled area. "As a matter of fact, I did find something a bit odd," he said, eyes raking along the alien body.

Jack stood in silence for a moment before realising that the other man wasn't going to continue speaking. "And that was…?" he urged.

"Oh right, sorry," Alan folded his glasses and tucked them into the top pocket of his shirt. "Well, it was… already dead."

Jack looked at the screens on the wall. "What? Like, a zombie Weevil?" He couldn't help thinking of Owen. Doctor Owen Harper who died and came back to life. Of course, something like this wouldn't have brought Owen down. Owen managed to break his own fingers without feeling a thing.

"Yeah, like a zombie… Only all of its body was still functioning as if it was alive. It was breathing and digesting its food without being alive…"

Alan crossed his arms and looked at Jack expectantly.

"Jack!" LIs shouted. "Our mystery man has been sighted!"

"Where?" Jack asked, bounding up the stairs.

"In the graveyard…" She pulled up a picture and enlarged it.

"Jesus Christ… What is he doing?" Alan leaned in to look at the photo more closely.

It showed a man, leaning over a hole in the ground, a shovel beside him and a few terrified people in the background.

"Is he grave robbing?" Jack asked.

"I don't think so… The lady who took this photo reported hearing a voice coming from the grave. She said it was like the body was talking."

"This woman, has she got history of mental illness?" Jack started swaggering off, hooking his thumbs into his braces as he went.

"No, but there's more!"

Jack didn't stop.

"Jack this woman heard them say Torchwood!"

Jack stopped. He started walking backwards and peered at the photo again. A dead guy that knew about Torchwood… and told someone about it… AFTER they were dead! "Let's go." He said and grabbed his coat.

They all filed in behind him.

"Danii, we're going to the cemetery! Meet us there!" Jack spoke into his ear piece.

"But what about coffee!? I just got it!" he heard her voice and smiled. She was always so excited about coffee. She didn't fuss over it like Ianto always did, but she liked it. Not that she really needed it… she was hyper enough already.

"Bring it with you," Jack hopped into the driver's seat of the black SUV and waited for the others to get in. "And we're off!"