Ianto straightened his already straight tie and entered Jacks office.
"You owe me a date" he said simply. "And if I turn invisible again, you're for it" Jack laughed and looked down at his diary.
"I'm free tonight" he said. "No horror movies!!" exclaimed Ianto, recalling the time that they had gone to the cinema; he hadn't slept for weeks after that.
"Spoilsport, fine, but first let me straighten that tie..."
Gwen stepped out of the lift and through the alarmed security gates. She spun round and pulled her gun on the intruder. She sighed; it was the man in the tweed suit, again. His hand slowly moved to his inside pocket. She primed her gun and he raised his hands in defeat.
"Jack!" she yelled, "Ianto! I need you here now ….hello?" Silence echoed round the hub. She groaned. After a few moments, their was a clattering from Jacks office and the 2 men emerged.
Ianto descended the steps at great speed, holding his standard issue gun. But there was a queer look on Jacks face. His gun clattered to the ground and he flew down the steps. He ran past Ianto, and past Gwen until he was standing face to face with the man.
"Doctor?" he said in disbelief.
"Jack" said the man as if following a woman down to a secret underground base, having a gun pointed in his face and nearly being shot, was an everyday thing.
"Is it really you?"
"Is it really... honestly Jack Harkness, I expected better from you."
"You've changed." He said, gesturing at the Doctors face.
"Ianto, Gwen, this is the Doctor!" Gwen lowered her gun, a little embarrassed
"I'm sorry, but how do you to know each other; I mean Jacks never mentioned you or anything, and I mean…why wouldn't he?"
"Gwen you're rambling again" said Ianto quietly.
"Oh"
"It's a long story, maybe another time." Jack said breaking the pointless chitter chatter up. He didn't really want to tell his story now, when they were ready he would. Gwen and Ianto replied by rolling their eyes and wandering off. They hated the way Jack was always hiding his past for them, even when he had to really. He knew everything about them, yet they knew nothing about him.
Millie Lynch lay in amongst white linen; her heart rate was steady, if not slow. Her eyes flickered open and the harsh white hospital lights filled her eyes. Her father was sitting at her bedside.
"Mr Lynch, visiting hour is almost over, I am afraid you will have to leave." The nurse said softly. He shot the woman a venomous look and strode out of the ward. The nurse watched him leave, and then turned to Millie. Her face was pale even against the sheets, and her blue eyes were dull and lifeless.
"Where's my camera?" she gasped, pulling her limp body up the pillow.
"You've got no camera darling, sorry." The nurse replied. Millie was shaking her head and looking confused.
"But I do, I took a picture of the alien."
"Well I'll have a look, but I don't think..." It didn't take long for the exhaustion to take over and she fell asleep.