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Now if you have in fact been wondering who this porky fellow dressed in red is then i can tell you it is Santa. He got stranded in the middle of Cardiff and as Jack had been completely out of it he had captured him and placed him in the hub cells. Now as you can imagine Santa wasn't too pleased at the prospect of missing his Christmas rounds but even when Gwen had walked in she hadn't released him, which to some people may seem rather silly seeing as it was in fact Christmas eve. Torchwood were meant to protect the world not dash little children's dreams of waking up to presents. It had taken Santa three and a half hours to manage to persuade a drunken Ianto to let him go.

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"Ianto, Ianto, Iaaaannttttooooo!!!!!"

"yes jack" came the quiet reply.

"where are youuuuuuuuuuu"

"behind you jack"

"so you are" jack laughed to himself.

The wind whistled around the hub, the laughter from inside and the sobbing weren't a very good mix for a hangover but who cares. They were enjoying themselves... well not everyone.

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A sudden crash made everything stop, in the centre of Cardiff.

Sirens went off.

Water sprayed everywhere.

And then the screaming started.

A tall figure immerged from clouds of grey smoke.

"Hello Jack" it screeched "how lovely to meet you again" it cackled. These words could be heard all over the city.

Jack froze then slowly sunk to his knees. He started to shake.

Ianto grabbed him "what is it jack?"

"It's him" came the reply "it's the end"

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