"This is Torchwood," John barked his laughter as Jack opened the door. Jack looked over at him and saw that his eyes were shining with amusement.

"What did you expect?" Jack asked him.

"I don't know, but not this," John admitted as he followed Jack across the room to the computers. Mickey looked up from where he was monitoring the rift with Gwen. Gwen on the other hand, didn't react and Jack noticed she was asleep. He cleared his throat and motioned to Mickey. Mickey, rather then being delicate, set off the rift alarm. Gwen shot up tipping her chair back and Mickey began to laugh loudly. John eyed Jack as Jack looked at him apologetically.

"Normally it isn't like this." Jack explained and John nodded slowly as Martha came into the room.

"I heard an alarm." She stated.

"It was Mickey," Jack pointed to where Mickey was doubled over in his chair, clutching his stomach as he tried to catch his breath from laughing. Martha tutted and shook her head as Gwen smacked Mickey.

"Everybody, this is John. He is going to be working with us as a scientific adviser and also helping me with the artifacts that come through the rift. John, this is Martha, she is our doctor. That jokester and soon to be unemployed person is Mickey and he is technical support as well as field operator and Gwen is our police lesion as well as field operator as well."

"Do you go in the field," John asked looking at Jack.

"Yes. Martha tends to stay here but sometimes she goes in the field as well." Jack answered.

"You said I wouldn't have to use a gun," John accused Jack.

"You won't. I don't need another hand in the field. As well as scientific adviser, I need someone to be able to relay information and track artifacts while we are out." Jack quickly explained.

"Sounds like you need more people then me to help." John told him as he wondered what he was getting himself into.

"You're right, but I am slowly replacing the team with people I can trust.

"You just meet me."

"Then don't give me a reason not to trust you." Jack replied and John shuddered at his tone. "Let me give you the tour."

The hub itself besides the rift room, Jack's office and the conference room wasn't very big. He had made sure the new hub still had cells as well as a morgue. There was a small kitchen with a room off to the side containing two bunk beds for when they worked long hours. He took him around the rest of the hub before taking him to the autopsy room. He was glad he had listened to Martha when she requested a side lab for medical research. John took it all in and seemed slightly disappointed.

"We are just getting reestablished here. Our original hub was destroyed a few years back and it has taken us awhile to get it rebuilt. If there is anything you want or need for the lab you can put in a request and I would be happy to fulfill it." Jack explained.

"I appreciate the offer Jack, but I think it would be better if I sought employment with UNIT." John said as he turned towards him.

"At UNIT you will have to answer and explain all of your experiments, you carry out. You will also have a boss to answer too. Here I will let you have free range of your lab. You will be the boss and will only need to answer to me." Jack tried to bribe him.

"Can I think about it?" John questioned.

"Take all the time you need." In normal circumstances this is when he would take a potential employee out to the bar and slip them retcon. He didn't know how the Doctor would react to it, besides that he didn't want the Doctor to forget. As he turned to go Martha came rushing in carrying a tray of blood samples they had taken from the weevils.

"John, would you mind helping me. I need to analyze these blood samples." Martha asked as she set the tray down.

"John was.." Jack begun.

"I'd be happy to, if that's all right." He interrupted Jack as he picked up a vial of slightly off colored blood. It was obvious the blood wasn't human and it intrigued him.

"Fine. I'll be in my office if you need me." Jack looked at Martha and she winked at him. He smiled. If Martha could convenience John to stay, he was going to have to give her a raise.

-DW-

"What kind of blood is this?" John asked as he pulled on a pair of gloves.

"Weevil. They have been on the move more lately and we are running test to see if there is something affecting them." Martha answered. John rolled his eyes. He could believe a lot, but weevils weren't real. They were as real as giant alligators in the sewers. He had only stayed out of curiosity but this settled it, in the morning he would be heading back to London.

"Weevils are just a made up creature." He explained calmly to Martha.

"Weevils are real Do.. John. They have been coming out more and feeding and we need to find out why before a disaster happens that we can't cover." Martha set down the vial she had just finished separating into another tube. She labeled it and put it on the second tray that was going into the centrifuge. She took off her gloves and left the lab for a moment, returning a few minutes later with a picture.

"That is a weevil." She said as she held up the picture for John.

"That is a man in a costume." John argued as he glanced at before returning to his work. Martha chuckled to herself. Even as John, the Doctor's stubbornness and need to be right had remained in place. She smiled to herself as she thought about offering John a pear. She set the picture down out of the way and pulled on a new pair of gloves.

"Jack use to have a pet weevil named Janet, we no longer do or I would take you to go see her. I assure you though John, we aren't lying to you. Weevils are real."

"You really believe that, don't you." John looked at her with pity in his eyes.

"I do and if you stick around, you will too."