Note; I do not own Torchwood, nor do I own its characters. I simply love writing for it =D

Ok, so I bunked 'Day One' and 'Ghost Machine' together. Why, you may ask? Because Jack doesn't die in either, and it would take the whole focus off the main concept of this story if I went too deeply into either, though I did have some interesting ideas for 'Ghost Machine'. Sorry! :c But this also means I can get to the Janto more quickly :)

Another huge thank-you to everybody who has been reading, reviewing, subscribing and favourite-ing; it means so much to be, and I feel truly privileged to have people reading my works.

~ Dragon

Love/Sex/Ghosts

It surprised me greatly that I did not see Jack again for a while.

His absence from my duties gave me time to indulge in other people's affairs, though none were as fascinating as he. I felt as if I was lagging in my work; I had nothing interesting to keep me going.

I would even go as far to say I missed Jack.

Time without him gave me the opportunity to figure out exactly why I found Torchwood so fascinating, but it took me far longer than a few days to solve that problem.

I caught a glimpse of him as I stooped to the ground with a dustpan and brush, his face twisted into a smile. Beyond him, I took note of the rest of the team, whom I had only seen briefly before, and their names immediately flashed in my mind.

Humans have such peculiar ideas about me, and one I found so funny I almost cried. But I do not cry. A group of humans had compiled the evidence that I had a sort of 'list'; names etched into my head in the order I would take them. I do not know which humans I will take, nor do I know how many, until they actually die.

I do know the name of every single human in the world, however; though I do not realise it until I lay eyes upon them.

In the brief moments where I collected the alien gas, now nothing more than ash, just like the various men I had drawn away a few days before, the names of Torchwood Three flashed in my mind, and I took note.

I saw Gwen Cooper, Toshiko Sato, and Owen Harper.

In the seconds my eyes grazed them, I knew that one day, just like the others, I'd have them in my grasp.

And that hurt me.

-x-x-x-

Ghosts are all around us, as once demonstrated by the Cybermen. Of course, because they were Cybermen, they were not really ghosts, but there are fragments of the past left behind everywhere you look.

It was dark, clouds obscuring the sliver of the moon left behind, and stars were few and far between. Ghosts whispered around me, invisible even to my eyes, and I felt chilled as they dragged their timeless fingers through my cloak.

There is a difference between souls and ghosts. Souls are the entity of a human being; emotions and morals. They make a person who they are; without a soul, a human has nothing. They are an empty shell. Ghosts, however, are the lingering remains of people or beings, left behind by time. They cannot be seen, unless of course you use the 'ghost machine'.

My cloak drawn tight around my shoulders, a wave of disgust washed over me as a name engraved itself into my memories.

Ed Morgan.

I shuddered as I took him away, remembering all too clearly the poor girl he had killed years before. As I said before, murderers deserve no mercy.

The astonished face of Gwen Cooper greeted me as I took Ed Morgan's hand, a knife clasped in her hands. Blood stained her palms, and her eyes grew wide in fear as the old man before her sank to the ground. Revival attempts were pitiful on him, and he crossed the barrier without exchanging a word.

Jack had seemed to tense as I brushed past him that day. Perhaps he felt my presence.

All I knew then was that I'd see Jack Harkness soon, and a couple of weeks later, I paid my penance for not taking Lisa Hallett when I first had the chance.

The world was oh-so blue when I first met Ianto Jones.

Omg! xD

I'm really looking forward to writing the next chapter; hopefully, you'll all enjoy it, too =)

The chapters are fairly short, so I will possibly be able to update every other day.