Warning: If you have not seen CoE then you don't want to read this, there are some major spoilers in here. There are also small spoilers for the first two series as well. There will also be lots of sex, drugs and probably violence and cursing. See each chapter for specific warnings.

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, the characters or anything else in the Torchwood/Doctor Who universe. They belong to Mr. Russel T. Davies, the BBC and the actors. (Although I don't really think that Mr. Davies deserves them after what he did with Children of Earth.) I'm just playing with the characters and don't mean to step on any legal toes. I'll give them back, all nice and squeaky clean, when I'm done with them.

Author's Note: OK, this really isn't what I'm supposed to be working on, but I couldn't help myself! Anyway, this picks up right after Jack leaves Earth at the end of Children of Earth Day Five. I'm not really sure where this is gonna go and I may very well be too busy to write much or update often. I'm not even sure if I want to write more, so please leave a review and tell me what you think of this. I have another chapter already finished but I don't wanna post if no one likes this... Please, tell me if this good or bad or ugly - I don't care if you don't like it just tell me what you think of it!

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Chapter 1 Cold-Fusion Engines

It had been nearly two centuries since 'Jack Harkness' had heard cold-fusion engines operating. But he recognized the sound, he could never forget it. And he could never forget another sound - Gwen's voice.

"You cannot just run away."

Jack shut his eyes, trying to listen to the engines and only the engines. But it didn't work.

"It's not your fault."

But it was his fault, it was all his fault. Stephen, the 456... Ianto. Oh God, Ianto! Tears slid from beneath his eyelids. And Jack re-made a promise.

"I will find them. I will find them and I will make them pay, Ianto. The 456 will never come back to Earth, Clem. No one will have to die again, Stephen. No child will be taken away from their parents, Alice."

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They found him curled up on the deck, sobbing. At first they were alarmed by his behavior, but Jack soon pulled himself together and everyone calmed down. After that came the introductions and negotiations.

They were just a bunch of playboys, cruising the galaxy in daddy's expensive starship. All they wanted from life was pleasure - be it from drugs, drinks or warm bodies. They were a humanoid species and quite similar to humans, if you ignored the fact that they had four arms, no neck and orange skin. They called themselves Vernuden and, luckily, Jack had learned their language when he worked for the Time Agency. Although this group's dialect was archaic and Jack had quite a bit of trouble adjusting to it.

Eventually, all the kinks were worked out and it was agreed that Jack would work for them in exchange for safe passage to the next port of call. As Jack was led to his cabin he had the sneaking suspicion that he'd just agreed to be the Vernuden's sex slave for the remainder of the voyage, but he couldn't be sure.

His suspicions were proved correct when he felt a cold body crawl into bed with him later that 'night'.

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The Vernuden weren't all that bad. Their low body temperature did create a bit of a problem at first, but once things got going it was all good. And Jack was rather flattered that they were fascinated with him when he orgasmed. Apparently their species did nothing of the kind so he was kept quite busy during the whole voyage, for which he was grateful.

If he was busy with one of the Vernuden then he didn't have to think about Earth. If a Vernuden was hustling him to the nearest bed then he didn't have to think about Alice and Stephen. And if a cold hand or mouth was on his cock then he certainly didn't have to think about Ianto Jones.

Even with the distraction of sex and plenty of intoxicating beverages and substances Jack was glad when they docked. He was away from Earth. Away from quaint twenty-first century labels. And he was surrounded by technology so advanced it would take Earth another two centuries or so to develop anything like it.

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One problem with advanced technology was it was damned expensive, as Jack soon found out. His first task was to repair his wrist strap, specifically the ability to teleport. They didn't have sufficient technology to repair the time travel features so he would just have to make due.

Of course Jack had nothing of value to trade so he was kind of stuck. Then he ran into one of his friends from the Vernuden who offered to pay him for his company. And that gave Jack an idea.

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