Hey guys! Sorry, I took a super long break from writing because I recently started college, but now I had some free time so I started working on an idea that I've been wanting to write for such a long time. Not sure how long it's gunna be befoer the next chapter, but hopefully it'll be soon, it depends on how my workload is for the next few days. Hope you guys like it, and if you do (or dont) tell me why with the little review button down there. Enjoy! :)

Ianto Jones had to admit, when he pictured dying, this wasn't quite what he had imagined. The four remaining Torchwood Three members were running through the Himalayas, chased by some undiscovered species of alien, armed with God knows what. Slightly more eventful than a day at the office, Ianto mused. His suit was in ruins, and there were several small scratches marring his face. He glanced sideways at Tosh and Owen, running hand in hand through the snow, and smiled ruefully. At least the end of the world brought something positive.

The Saxon presidency had brought Hell on Earth especially for the Torchwood team. Jack was gone, off to God knows where with God knows who or what, and the team had been forced to fend for themselves. Then the Prime Minister brought the Toclafane with him and massacred half the planet, declaring himself king. Torchwood Three were declared public enemy number one, and forced to flee the country with what little equipment they could salvage before the Hub was blasted to smithereens.

They had been moving around from place to place since then, never staying anywhere long. First they moved through America, killing any amounts of Saxon's followers they could and saving as many people as they could find. Then they headed across the sea to Africa, where they managed to spend a month in the jungle without anyone finding them. Next it was Russia, China, and India, until eventually they holed up in a cozy little cabin deep in the Himalayas. They were happy for a while, minus Owen complaining about the cold and the lack of coffee or booze, until some aliens smashed down their door and chased them down the mountain.

Ianto had no idea how long they had been running for, until he heard Gwen cry out in pain. He glanced to his other side, panic in his eyes, and he saw her fall to the ground, clutching her side. Rhys did his best to catch his wife as she fell, and Ianto, Tosh and Owen immediately ran over to help.

"Christ, Gwen, are you allright?" Ianto would hate to lose one of his team; they were all he had left, especially since Jack wasn't coming back.

"You're going to be fine, Gwen," Owen said, examining the wound. "It only grazed you. Can you walk?"

"I think so," Gwen said. She stood up, wincing as she did so. "I'll be fine." The rest of the team glanced around at each other. Sensing that they didn't seem convinced Gwen spoke up again. "Oy! I won't have you lot dying just because I went and got myself shot. Those things are getting closer. We need to move if we're going to get out of here.

As if on cue, they turned to leave, and found half a dozen aliens with blasters blocking their path. "Damn," Ianto muttered. He was ready for a fight, but they would never come out on top with Gwen in this state. The aliens were inching closer and closer, cutting off every escape route. Ianto scanned the area, desperately searching for any means of escape they could find, but to no avail. So this is it, he thought. After all this time we managed to stay below their radar, I'm going to die in the fucking Himalayas. He closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable blast that would end his twenty seven years of existence on this planet. Whn it never came, he opened his eyes, and what he saw shocked him more than he thought anything ever could.

The aliens were being driven back. Three lay dead on the ground, pools of bright purple blood forming in the snow. The remaining eight were being driven back by six people, human by the looks of them, all armed with submachine guns. Ianto and the rest of Torchwood Three watched in awe as four more aliens fell to the ground, dead, and the rest simply turned and fled. He felt dizzy with relief. They were alive. By some miracle, they were alive. Ianto turned to the others, grinning from ear to ear, and saw Tosh and Owen embrace, and Rhys supporting Gwen, both lost for words. It was a blissful moment of wonder, until one of the people in black walked up to them and said, in a deep, gravelly voice, "Come with us. There's someone who's been looking for you."

Ianto's first instinct was to say no. Who were these people? Why should they trust them? How did they know this wasn't some plan by Saxon to take them captive instead of simply killing them? Luckily, before he could say anything, Owen voiced exactly what he had been thinking.

"Look mate, thanks for saving our arses back there, but how do we know you won't just kill us if we go wherever you want us to?"

The man in black took off his ski mask. He was human, definitely, with blue eyes and black hair. "Look man, if we wanted you dead, don't you think we would have just let those aliens waste you and saved the ammo?"

"Can't argue with that logic mate," said Rhys. "I think we should go with them."

"Well, it's better than freezing our arses off out here I guess. I'd rather die warm than cold," said Owen, shrugging. They walked through the snow for about five minutes before coming to a clearing. Five snowmobiles and an army Jeep were waiting for them. Torchwood Three got into the back of the van and were driven down the mountain. The team glanced up at each other warily, unsure of where they were being taken. Finally, after about an hour, they pulled up to a crevice at the bottom of the mountain, big enough to drive through. The Jeep parked in what looked like an aircraft hangar. Ianto could see about two hundred men and women wearing the same black suits, all armed with similar weapons. The team was led out of the entrance, up the stairs to a small office. A man patted them down before allowing them to enter, earning a few choice words from Owen in the process.

Once inside, they were in what looked surprisingly like a traditional office, considering the world was ending and such things didn't exist anymore. A young woman had her back to them. She was black, very pretty, and wearing a white lab coat. She turned around when they entered the room and smiled warmly.

"I'm Dr. Martha Jones. I've been expecting you, Torchwood."