Notes: Two things. This story was difficult for me to write and may need serious revision. I would greatly appreciate comments and suggestions. The other is that this story shows the increasing relationship complications between Jack and Ianto. I will reiterate, I am not doing anything awful to Ianto. The plot is needed to resolve a few things.

Torchwood London; London, England

Spring 2037

As takeovers went, overthrowing Torchwood wasn't that hostile. Anwen Williams and her half-brothers entered the main building through the front door. The irony was that most didn't realize Trefor was related to Jack as a result of unexplained genetic manipulation. Michael, his adopted son, received the extra consideration. If it came to it, no one would challenge him.

"Ms. Williams," Langford Talbot greeted. The soft-spoken man always gave her the impression he knew more about her connection to the Global Network then he should have. "I will prepare your flat."

"Thank you."

Langford looked like a stereotypical butler. From what she knew of his parents, she doubted it was that simple. While others might dismiss him, she'd known Ianto too long to underestimate a harmless-looking Torchwood employee.

Anwen led the trio up the elevator to the top floor and down the hall to her office. No one questioned them. With help from the general at the space station, the landline and Rex's mobile were inoperable. Not that it mattered much if they weren't. She had support from the entire Torchwood network. If Rex caused problems, he'd face a full Torchwood response.

Rex looked up from behind his desk. No one notified him of the impending coup. "Morning." He made her think of a meerkat sensing danger.

"Computer, command authorization Anwen Williams. Transfer all command and access authority to Anwen Williams." The theatrical power play amused her.

"What do you want?" Rex showed no outward reaction.

"My office. Or did no one explain the stables or the paintings."

He crossed his hands on the desk. "Taking over the computer doesn't give you control."

"No. Having the backing of the network gives me control."

Rex reached for his phone.

She waited for him to realize he had no dial tone. "I will have you forcefully removed if necessary. If you leave quietly, there is an opening at the Brussels office with a house and benefits increase. If you don't…" she trailed off, "Azrael prepared a prison in Nigeria that can hold you."

The door opened and Langford stepped in without closing it. "There is a situation, ma'am. You're needed for a conference call and tactical assessment."

"Thank you, Langford. I will be there shortly."

He backed into the hall.

"Pack your personal items. You will be gone from my office before I get back, or I will have you removed."

Sixteen-year-old Michael Jones waited until his siblings left. He approached the desk quietly, holding a tablet in his crossed hands in front of him. He needed to be the voice of reason his sister couldn't manage under the circumstances.

"Anwen is angry," he said softly. "Your actions hurt Uncle Jack and could have cost my dad his life." Michael took a moment. "You're angry, Mr. Matheson. Torchwood took over your life. Miracle Day changed you irreversibly. Accepting this job forced you to move to a foreign country and assume a long, hard, stressful job as essentially a figurehead. Now you feel a rookie is questioning your judgment after everything you've done." He paused. "There is no possible outcome where you keep this job. Torchwood has standards that diminished under your leadership. Politicians, and countries are again endangering the planet. There is no negotiating with those types of people. You know that. To stop the unthinkable and unforgivable during Miracle Day, you faced yourself, your demons, and challenged everything you believed to save the world." He paused. "It's not me, Anwen, or Uncle Jack you have to answer to. It's yourself. As you sit there wondering who to call and what to do, I want you to ask yourself something. Would the man who transfused himself with incompatible blood, and faced certain death to save people who would never know his name, approve of what you've done in the last several months? Would that man be proud of you?" Michael turned and headed for the door. "Or would he tell you to pack your things and move to Belgium?"

Anwen Williams entered her new flat and smiled. It wouldn't take much to personalize it. Picturing the nursery took more effort than she wanted to admit. While she had no idea how to parent, she remembered Trefor and Michael when they were babies.

Michael entered behind her. "Matheson agreed to leave."

"Good." Unleashing Azrael would be bad for morale. She had to consider the possibility Azrael could actually kill Rex. That wouldn't resolve anything, particularly Azrael's personal issues.

"I'm worried." Michael gave it a moment. "The headaches, dizziness, and nauseous are stress. Or a serious health problem."

"I'm fine."

Michael nodded. "Would Trefor believe you?"

"Yes." He figured out what caused her symptoms.

"I need to get back." Michael holds up his hand and a portal device. "Dad needs me. Jack is off-planet again."

Anwen turned and smiled. "I can do this."

"Please take care of yourself."

She hugged him. "I will." She stepped back. "The general offered to relocate to London if I needed help."