Jack awoke the next morning to the smell of coffee and sound of voices in the Hub. He had actually taken to sleeping since his trip with the Doctor. He wasn't sure why but his body just seemed to tire out a lot quicker since then. Jack poked his head out of his manhole and glanced around for the source of the sounds and aromas. Ianto and Corsen were talking over cups of coffee; Ianto behind his desk and Corsen perched on the edge. Jack threw on his trousers and an undershirt and climbed out of his bunker.

"You guys know it's only seven, right?"

"I'm always here this early sir. And Corsen was already up making coffee." Ianto raised his mug a bit to indicate his beverage. "She's getting better." Corsen shot him a shy smile.

"Why were you up so early kiddo?"

"Woke up, couldn't get back to sleep. What time does everyone normally show up?"

"Tosh- 7:30, Gwen- 8:00, Owen- 8:30."

"Why are they so spread out?"

"Well, Tosh comes in on time, Gwen usually sleeps in, and Owen spends many of his nights in pubs so he's not always in the best shape in the mornings. Definitely don't try to get a conversation out of him before he's had his coffee."

"Ah." Corsen checked the clock near Ianto's desk. "I should go get dressed then. Back in a bit." Corsen set down her mug and skipped off to her room, her pink nightgown swaying around her.

"She's something else Jack." Ianto admired as soon as she was out of earshot. "You were right. She belongs here."

"I know."

Simultaneously, at 7:30 on the dot Tosh walked through the cog door and Corsen bounced up from the lower levels. "Hey Tosh!"

"Hello Corsen."

"Toshiko! How's that new translation program coming?" Jack bounded down the stairs and grabbed the mug of coffee Ianto offered him. Tosh spun around in her chair, legs and arms crossed.

"It's getting there. I'm trying to incorporate nonverbal communication patterns but the algorithms have too many variables to replicate any specific patterns."

"Well keep trying. It'd be nice to actually speak with Janet once and a while."

"Who's Janet?" Corsen plopped herself down on the couch.

"Our resident Weevil." Tosh responded, peering around Jack. "And I've pretty much given up on her Jack. They aren't intelligent enough for us to understand."

"Hey! Be nice, it might be the other way around."

"Morning everyone!" Gwen called as she strode through the cog door, setting her things at her desk and accepting a mug from Ianto. "Anything up yet?" She hopped up the stairs and plopped down on the couch next to Corsen.

"No, looks pretty clear today." Tosh gave her a small smile and swiveled her chair back to her computer.

"So it's a perfect time for you to get some of that admin done!" Jack clapped Gwen on the back with mock enthusiasm.

"Same goes for you too, sir. I can barely see your desk under all that paperwork." Ianto admonished with a chuckle.

"I'll do it after the school trip."

"And I'll hold you to that. Okay, be in the Archives if you need me. There's coffee in the pot on the hot plate for Owen." With that Ianto gathered up the large pile of manila folders on his desk and disappeared into his labyrinth.

"What time are we heading off Dad?"

"I'm thinking nine barring the end of the world."

"Sounds good. I'm gonna get some breakfast."

"Do we even have normal food in the Hub?"

"Ianto bought me cereal!" Corsen skipped off to Ianto's little kitchen area and began her search for the cereal box.

By nine, there had been no apocalyptic Rift disasters so Jack and Corsen started off, taking the invisible lift to the Plass and beginning the short walk to school. Jack had picked out a private school with good credentials that wasn't too far away so walking wasn't a hassle. The school had accepted Corsen the second Jack had sent over her transcript. She had near perfect grades and a good variety of extracurricular activities. This school also offered all the courses Corsen had previously planned on taking so there were no scheduling fiascos. Today they would sort out any of those problems and make sure Corsen liked the school all right.

As hey approached the school Corsen grinned brightly. It was a large brick establishment that almost screamed academics. There were wide expanses of lawn surrounding it and Corsen could make out a track and football pitch around the back. The headmaster greeted them at the front door and led them through to his office to discuss scheduling and make sure they had up to date information. Corsen ended up with a pretty full schedule. She was taking European History, Calculus, Physics, English, Welsh, PE, and Home Economics. Plus she had a lunch and free period. Her free and lunch were adjacent so she would be able to visit the Hub during the day if she wished. Then, they got the complimentary tour and went on their way.

On their way back they picked up fish and chips for everyone. The team congregated in the boardroom to eat lunch and gave Jack updates about the morning. Gwen had finished her admin work and was now compiling Weevil sightings in the last month. Tosh was still tinkering with her translation program and Owen had completed the autopsy of an alien they had detained last week. After that description the rest of the team pushed away their remaining few chips.

"So, Corsen. Feel like starting training?" Jack had pushed away from his food, leaning back in his chair stretching his arms before crossing them in front of his chest.

"Yeah! What are we starting with?"

"Well, if you want to I think first should be basic hand to hand combat. Gwen! Care to join us?"

"Why not? Better than compiling Weevil data."

"That's the spirit! Ianto, are those mats still down in the gun range?"

"Uh, yes sir. We forgot to put them away last time." Ianto ducked his head blushing and Jack smirked which none of the rest of the team understood.

"Great!" Jack jumped up and motioned to Corsen and Gwen to follow him. "Rest of you, back to work!"

Jack, Gwen, and Corsen made their way to the shooting range and found the mats still laid out. Jack proceeded to teach Corsen the basics and she wasn't too bad. She managed to block a few jabs from Gwen but still ended up on the floor. Jack stepped in and showed Corsen a better way, then adjusted her stance and let them have another go. This time it took longer for Gwen to knock her down. They switched places, Corsen on the offensive now with Gwen on defense. Corsen was better at this, her small body moved quicker than Gwen's and about a minute later Gwen found herself flipped onto the mat. Jack was laughing and clapping and Corsen was standing there looking a bit confused at what had happened.

"Again!" Jack called. They kept at it for another hour or so and Corsen was getting increasingly better, though she still needed work.

"Alright, lets take a break and make sure the world hasn't ended." They went upstairs and Corsen and Gwen both sank into the couch with bottles of water. Jack sauntered over to Tosh's station to check the rift monitors. Nothing had happened except the constant background noise so he moved on to Owen's station where he was dissecting another alien body. Jack wasn't exactly fond of the smell radiating from the med bay so he nodded to Owen and went to find Ianto in the Archives.

A little while later Owen popped up from the med bay wiping his hands on a towel. He flung it somewhere behind him when he was done and shrugged out of his badge covered coat. He lounged in his spinny chair and typed in a few details about the alien he had just sliced and diced. He was calling it a Greedo because it had blue skin and a spiky head like that one guy in Star Wars. He loved making up names for aliens. When he finished the report he spun around a few times and stopped, facing Corsen.

"So, how's your first, official day here going?" Owen was pretty bored so he didn't have much better to do than talk to her. Corsen looked up form her book.

"It's great!"

"New school alright?" What did teenagers like to talk about anyway?

"Yeah, seems good. Its a school though so nothing too exciting there."

"Yeah, guess so. Hey, how did those cuts of yours heal up?" Owen got up and went to go examine her arm. He had noticed se wasn't wearing her bandages yesterday, which was odd since the cuts shouldn't have been completely healed yet. He was surprised when he turned over her arm and found nothing, not even a scar. He checked her other arm, thinking he had picked the wrong one, but both were perfectly clear.

"They healed up great! They were completely gone within about two days."

"No way, that's not possible. They shouldn't even have finished healing by now and even if they had they definitely would have scarred." Owen pulled on Corsen's arm and held it up to his eyes, running his fingers over where he remembered seeing the gashes. As his face was pressed so close to he arm he realized she smelled quite nice. Extremely nice, in fact. "Nice perfume," he muttered, still scrutinizing her arm.

"Never wear any." Corsen shrugged.

"You're kidding me." Owen pulled back and looked at her incredulously.

"Nope, why?"

"I think you're a lot more like your father than we originally thought." Owen was still looking at her inquisitively, rubbing his chin. "I'm gonna call Jack up, he's gonna wanna know about this."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you!" Gwen called from her station just as Owen was about to tap his earpiece.

"And why not?" he asked grudgingly.

"Because he and Ianto are down there . . . together." Gwen added in the last word in case Owen was being dense.

"Aw bloody hell. How many times have we asked them not to sneak off during the day?"

"Wait, what?" Corsen squeaked looking between the pair of them. "They seriously do that during work? Like in the middle of the day? When everyone's here? What is there another bed down there or something? What if someone walks in on them?" Corsen was kind of in rant mode at this point.

"Um, we have." They chorused. Then they went around saying numbers.

"Twice," Owen grimaced.

"Just the once," Gwen spoke, though looked more wistful than embarrassed or disgusted like Owen.

"And they don't use a bed, usually a desk or a wall." He added brightly and bluntly.

"Ugh, TMI Owen. And don't call Dad up. He'll just be extremely annoyed. I know I would be if that happened and it wasn't something like the end of the world."

"Oh but that's half the fun!" Owen grinned and tapped his earpiece.