A/n 1 this is right after CoE, this is a story from Jack's pov. This is my first Torchwood fan fiction and my first time trying to write in Jacks point of view reviews are welcome.

As I sit here in this bar surrounded by all species of aliens, I feel alone. Because none of them will know what happened (or possible not even care if they did) on Earth just a few weeks ago, I take a sip of my whiskey feeling the burn down my throat as my mind travels back to those terrifying days.

At times, I can almost convince myself that it was a dream, that it didn't happen and everything is normal, but that never lasts long and I fall back into the hell of reality. That THEY had not shown up and turned the world into chaos,

I didn't know what to think when all of the children of the world had started acting unusual, stopping and saying things in unison, "We are coming "was the first one. Then everything went downhill after the 456 appeared.

I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing when I saw them again. I didn't think they'd come back, but here they were demanding 10 percent of the worlds children or the complete human race would suffer.

When I first encountered the 456, it was in 1965 and they had only wanted twelve children. I didn't think about what I was doing back then, it was my duty, my job. Now I can see the impact it will have on the world if they do it again especially at this scale.

Now though I have a completely different outlook on the aliens. After coming here and turning the world on its axis, everyone was scared out of their minds. Torchwood tried to figure out how to stop them, in the end we found out that only a child was the key to fighting them. We needed to use their own signal as a weapon against them. With all the parents not letting their children out of sight and being unable to find a kid, I did the only thing I could think of. As much as it pained me and enraged my daughter, I had to sacrifice my own grandson Steven to save the rest of the world from destruction.

The losses I felt in those very long five days are immeasurable by any standard. Seeing the hurt and sadness in Alice's eyes killed me. I didn't want to hurt her, but what else could I have done. I couldn't have sacrificed the whole world.

Before that happened I had to watch the man I love die because he wouldn't give up the fight, but I wouldn't either and I was firing at the tank right beside him. When he died a piece of me died as well. Lanto didn't need to die, he didn't have to come with me to that house and face the 456. He would have lived if he hadn't been so strong.

For as long that I am in this world, every time I die again. I will pray that just for an instant I may get to see him again.

Losing Steven was one of the hardest decisions I ever had to make in my long, long life. It will always be on my shoulders and that is something I can take, I have had so much on my shoulders for years now what's two more things to put on them?

Blinking my eyes, I can't think about those days very often. That's what the whiskeys good for.

A/n 2 thanks for reading. Review please.