2 February, 2027.
Jack sat with his colleagues at the bar. Well, he'd never get used to them being his colleagues now. They'd always be his new colleagues, not day to day colleagues, because the old team still had his heart. Tosh's job had now been replaced by Michael, who was in his mid twenties and had something electric about him. His curly brown hair had a bounce to it and his grey looking eyes had a magic sparkle in them. The new medical officer of Torchwood Three was now Dr Alex Cope. Her deep red hair hung in a pony tail and her blue eyes sparkled excitedly, whilst freckles dotted her pale face. There was Lisa as well. She could fade into the night, she was that dark; in physicality and in personality, though there were exceptions. Then there was Rex. Jack still disliked him, especially since he insisted on continuing to call him 'World War Two'. However, it was an advantage that there were now two immortal members of Torchwood Three, no matter how annoying the other person was. Gwen had gone away after the whole Miracle Day business. She still lived in the cottage by the sea. He was happy she was still alive; at least one was left, but it would never be the same. He looked sadly into his empty glass, his memories of the old team running around. Tosh, Gwen, Owen. Oh, Ianto, how he had died in his arms...But life goes on. It wasn't fair, but who said life wasfair? He looked around, and frowned as he spotted a young girl sitting at a table a little further away. She looked like she had been taken out of an action film or comic book and dropped into Cardiff. Something about her was odd, yet familiar at the same time. It wouldn't harm him to find out. Scrap that, he was immortal, even if she pulled out a gun and shot him in the head, it wouldn't hurt him. For long, anyway. "Won't be long," he said to the others, giving them a smile before sliding off his seat. "Has he got his eyes on someone again?" Alex asked as they watched him. "No, that was his 'concerned but don't know why' stare. He's seen something interesting," Rex explained. "What, you mean her?" Lisa asked, indicating to the girl. "You never know. Anyway, continue your story," Rex demanded.
Meanwhile, Jack came up to the girl. "Hi," he greeted. The brunette haired girl looked up from her glass of fizzy drink with her deep brown eyes and returned the greeting. "You know a bar isn't really the place for someone like you," he commented.
"I know. I'm looking for someone," she replied matter of factly.
"Oh yeah, who are you looking for?" Jack asked, his curiosity seeping through.
"Not important," the girl said dismissively
Jack smiled and stretched out his hand, "Captain Jack Harkness, and who are you?"
The girl returned a smile, arching her eyebrow and shaking his hand. "Chloe Smith, and you're exactly the person I've been looking for."
Jack frowned, not having expected that response. "Really? Why?"
"I'm a long way from home, and I was told to come and meet you if anything happens," Chloe answered simply. "So, here I am."
Jack thought about what she had just said. "I think you'd better come with me so we can talk about this in private," he stated sternly.
"OK," Chloe agreed, before getting up and lifting up a large bag.
"What's in there?" Jack asked curiously.
"You'll see," Chloe replied with a slightly teasing smile.
Jack sighed before complying. "Right. Come on."
Chloe followed him and stopped to stand behind him as he talked to his colleagues. "I'll see you all tomorrow," he told them simply, telling him just about as much as he knew.
"Where are you going?" Michael asked, his curly brown hair almost hiding his frown.
"You'll see tomorrow," Jack replied simply, then walked away, with Chloe following him.
The group of four looked on as they walked out. "I told you," Rex said with a sigh as he turned back to the others.
