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Jack drove back to Cardiff. No one in the car said a word the whole way. Ianto had reached over shortly after leaving Bannerman Road and had taken Jack's hand. A silent understanding had passed between them, and Jack had drawn strength and comfort from the physical contact. Jack parked the SUV across from Roald Dahl Plass but made no move to exit the vehicle. He looked over into the square; hehad beenright in assuming that it was where the Doctor would park the TARDIS. Jack stared at that wonderful blue police call box and remembered all the other times he had seen it parked there, and how much happiness it had brought him. Now it was like a beacon of doom.

He smiled fondly, remembering what it had been like to be a mortal travelling with the Doctor's ninth incarnation; to be near Rose and her beautiful smile; of being parked in that exact spot as he met Mickey Smith for the first time. He remembered having to send his team away for those days, later, after he had come back as an immortal, responsible for running Torchwood.

~Flashback~

"Suzie, Tosh, Owen." Jack called from his office. He knew the time had come, not that he didn't trust his team to follow his orders to stay out of it but this was easier than explaining. Suzie Costello, Toshiko Sato, and Dr. Owen Harper all entered Jack's office one at a time. "I have a mission for you all in London." He told them, handing out sheets of paper with information on each. "I'll be staying behind on this one to monitor the Rift. Suzie is in charge."Eachmember of the team gave Jack the same blank stare.

"Jack, it's not like you to not be out there. Is there something you're not telling us?" Suzie asked.

"I've told you all you need to know." Jack said, motioning for them to leave. Jack stood silently in the car park and watched his team drive away in the black SUV. Just as they disappeared from view he heard that oh so familiar sound – God, how he missed that sound! – and made his way back down into the Hub to watch his memories come to life on the CCTV.

Jack watched as Mickey Smith crossed the Plass and knocked on the doors to the TARDIS, only to be greeted by a younger version of Jack himself. Jack was now more than a hundred years older than the mortal version of himself that was just above him on the surface. But that didn't matter; he could remember this day like it was yesterday.

Filled with both excitement and sadness, Jack continued to watch and wait for the four to exit the blue box and head off to lunch. He knew he couldn't be seen or it would cause a paradox, but he wanted so badly just to watch. He wanted, no, he needed, to feel that young and innocent again, even if it had to be from a distance.

Jack clung to the shadows theentire day, watching. He listened to the conversations, silently mouthing the words his younger self spoke. He experienced again the exhilaration of capturing Margaret the Slitheen. He followed the group as they went around Cardiff, envying the camaraderie he had once shared with the Time Lord. He even shadowed the Doctor and Margaret to dinner and sat, in a self-induced funk, watching from a good distance away.

There was nothing, nothing, Jack wanted more at that moment than to march right up to that man and demand answers to questions he had carried in his heart for well over one hundred years. He wanted to know why the Time Lord had abandoned him, why had he been left behind on that space station? He needed to understand what was wrong with him; but most importantly, he needed to know if he could ever be fixed.

Jack wanted desperately to run up to Rose, his beautiful, loving, trusting Rose, hug her to him tightly and feel her heart beating again. He wanted to tell her to stay away from Canary Wharf, to never step foot out of the TARDIS on that fateful day. But Jack knew better than to mess with time. He knew from bitter experience that you can't change the past – or wait, was it the future?

In the end, Jack had stood to the side, wallowing in misery as he watchedRose run away from the safety of Mickey and straight to the danger of the Doctor. It was at that moment, when the blue door had shut firmly behind his precious Rose, thatJack realized the true love Rose had for that man. Jack watched the TARDIS vanish and felt his heart break again, just as it had done on the space station, tens of thousands of years into the future.

~End Flashback~

Daisy cleared her throat bringing Jack back to the present day. "Dad, I'm sorry about your friend." Jack gave her a brief smile that didn't reach his eyes, and opened his door. Everyone followed Jack across the Plass and straight up to the blue box.

"Now who would put this here." Gwen asked, circling the box. "These things are classics; they should be put in museums." Jackstood back, watching his friends examine the blue box, not letting them in on what it really was just yet.

"What's a Police Call Box?" Daisy asked.

Gwen looked over at her. "Back in the 1960's, these used to be on the streets as a way for people to call for help. But I've never seen one out in public."

Ianto had a look as if he knew what was about to happen, but he took his cue from Jack and remained silent.

"So where are we meeting this Doctor of yours, Jack?" Gwen asked. Jack smiled a really big smile, and knocked on the blue doors. They flew open immediately, and a scrawny man in a tweed jacket and bow tie came out, arms wide, and embraced Jack in a huge hug.

"Jack, my boy! How goes things?" The Doctor looked around at everyone. His eyes found Daisy and stopped abruptly.

"Now you see why I didn't want to discuss this over the phone." Jack commented as he watched the Doctor's smiling face suddenly fall.

"In the TARDIS." The Doctor ordered. "Now!" He put his hand on Jack's chest as he was about to enter, stopping him. "I think you have a lot of explaining to do to me. And I suggest you don't lie to me cause at this point in my life, I couldn't take it." Jack frowned at the man's last words as the Doctor lowered his hand and pushed Jack inside the ship.

"Love what you've done with the place," Jack commented, trying to lighten the mood. Jack noticed a young red head holding a baby and sitting on the other side of the console. "Why Doctor, have you gone domestic on us?" he asked, swaggering over and extending his hand. "Captain Jack Harkness," he purred. "And who are you?"

The pretty red head returned his handshake. "Amy Pond." Just then a man appeared from around the side, holding a baby bottle. "And this is my husband, Rory Williams." Amy took the bottle from him as he shook hands with Jack.

"So sorry to intrude but we have a little business with the Doctor." Jack flashed a smile at the youthful Mrs Williams that made her blush almost as bright as her hair. "So Doctor, you've pretty much figured out why we are here. We need answers and only you can give them to us."

The Doctor leaned back against his console with his arms folded across his chest. "You know,Jack, I really hate being kept in the dark about things. So I may or may not have the answers you are looking for. And…" he added, "I may or may not give them to you." You didn't have to know the Doctor well at all to see that he was very peeved with Jack. The Doctor didn't move from his position,so Daisy stepped forward. This was her life and she wasn't going to let some man whom she didn't know hold the answers hostage.

"I don't know who you think you are, but my father has done what he had to do to protect me." Daisy felt all the rage and anger leaving her body as she screamed at this man.

Unperturbed by Daisy's behaviour, the Doctor turned toward the girl. "But he's not your father, is he?" He asked matter-of-factly. Daisy stood there fuming, not saying a word. Even the TARDIS was silent. "Jack, how old is she?" he asked, turning to the immortal.

Jack looked at the floor. "Sixteen." The Doctor circled Jack; he reminded Gwen of a lion, circling his prey.

"So am I right in assuming that for sixteen years you have known and not told me." Jack nodded his head. He knew not to anger the Doctor anymore than he had already. Amy handed the baby over to her husband and stepped up to the Doctor, placing her hand on his arm, effectively stopping him, calming him. Jack felt a sudden lump form in his throat; only Rose had had that sort of influence over the Time Lord.

"For those of us not in the loop, could you please explain why the sudden hostility? On our way here you were happy and cheerful; now you look as if you could rip someone apart with your bare hands."

He looked into Amy's eyes. He knew she was right; he needed to calm down. "You're right," he admitted, patting her hand. "I'm just a little upset what with us just getting Melody back safely, and now I find out that one of my oldest friends has been hiding another Time Lord child from me. It hit a nerve." Amy's eyes went wide with shock. Looking at the young girl, and then at Jack, she stepped back and just shook her head.

Gwen was about to step forward and say something when a look from Jack stopped her in her tracks. Daisy, however, wasn't so easily stopped. "Dad, I'm sorry. I know youwant answers about me, but you shouldn't have to put up with this to get them. It's not worth it."

The Doctor turned his attention back to Daisy; his curiosity piqued.

"I know who I am, Dad; I've always known. I am your daughter, Daisy Marion Harkness. My real parents died protecting me and you took me in and raised me up. I have no doubt in my mind that you will spend the rest of my life using the gift of immortality that my mother gave you to protect me."

The Doctor stopped breathing like someone had smashed him in the chest and he dropped heavily to the floor. Both Jack and Amy rushed to his side.