Chapter 10: Let's Go Home

"Hey! Welcome home!" Ianto, Jack, and Luna were greeted by all of Torchwood. Hugs went all around with calls of "Good to have you back!"

Rhys took his arm and lumped it over Luna's shoulder. "So," he said, "you've finally joined Torchwood, eh?"

"What's Torchwood?" Luna queried, "Is that a new programme on the telly?" Everyone went silent as they stared at Jack and Ianto.

"Sort of," Jack said quickly, "go and unpack, or sleep. I know how tired you get." She nodded and bounded up the stairs to her bedroom. Ianto followed in tow giving Jack a warning look.

As soon as she was gone, Gwen turned to Jack and smacked him as hard as she could. "You used Retcon on her!? She's your daughter!"

"I gave her a choice," Jack defended, "She took it!"
Gwen smacked him, "What is wrong with you?"

"It was voluntary!"

"Luna," Ianto stood in the doorway of his daughter's room, "Are you…alright?"

She was already unpacking her belongings; placing her clothes on her bed. Luna looked at her dad, her lips pressed tightly together, "I don't know, father. I really don't. I feel like I've forgotten something important." She put a shirt down and sat on her bed.

"Could it be that you miss Rory?" Ianto sat next to her.

"Well, yeah, but it's…I don't know…" Luna ran her hand through her hair and let off a frustrated sight. "It's like I'm trying to…to…It's like I've got brain damage or something and I can't remember who I am or….or anything."

"I do believe that's probably my fault. I uprooted our entire family, moved us to America and we've lived there for over a year. We were just getting settled."

"But I don't understand why we came back. I know that Dad came back, and I know that it's important that he did, but I can't remember the reason why. I thought he left us, that's why we moved; to get a fresh start, in America. And that's what we were doing. And I was happy with that. But then he shows up again and now we're back to where we started."

"I see…" Ianto was quiet for a bit, "You're angry at your dad for leaving."

"Yes!" Luna stood up waving her hands angrily, "Yes! I'm angry at him! It's all his fault! I got used to being in America, I…." She stopped and sat back down with a short huff. "I don't remember being so angry at him, and I want to know why."

"Have you talked to your daughter yet?" Ianto was filing away the Hollowcall information and looked over his shoulder at Jack.

"No, why?" Jack said.

"She's angry at you, you know."

"Angry? At me? What for?"

Ianto sighed; sometimes Jack could be incredibly thick. "She took the Retcon, she doesn't remember anything. She believes that you walked out on us. When we moved to American, I told her we were trying to get a fresh start, and then she believes that you showed up out of blue and we go back to Wales pretending like nothing's ever happened."

"What am I supposed to tell her?"

"I don't know, Jack. Tell her that you went into a depression and needed to leave for a while. Just talk to her."

Later that night, there was a knock on Luna's bedroom door. "Go away." Luna called out. She was lying face down on her bed, her laptop open with a Skype call to Nick.

"Is that dad?" Nick questioned.

"Probably," Luna said, "I don't care. I don't want to talk to him."

"You're going to have to face him sometime."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you are."

The door opened anyway, and Jack stepped in. "Are you busy?"

"Yes."

"No, she isn't." Nick called from the computer, "Bye Luna, I'll call tomorrow."

"No, Nick wait-!" Too late. "Damn it." Luna glared at her blank screen and then focused her glare at Jack watching him step into her room awkwardly.

"Right, okay." Jack shuffled on his feet, uncomfortable under his daughter's unwavering and cruel glare. "Look," he began proffering a hand, "I get that you're angry with me. I left, and it was wrong."

"Wrong!? Of course it's wrong!" Luna couldn't help herself, "You left us Dad! We had no idea where you'd gone! Or what we were supposed to think! Father always looked so sad, and you were just off having the bloody time of your life somewhere else! I thought we were a family! I never thought that you were just going to up and leave! And then you come back and suddenly, everything is supposed to be alright again! It just isn't fair!"

"I know, I know, it isn't fair that I left. It wasn't fair to you, your father, or your brother. And I'm sorry for that."

"So then tell me," Luna said, "Tell me the truth about why you left? I mean, after Dad passed out from working too hard and then Rory and I find you in some bloody crack den, what am I supposed to think?"

"So that's what she thinks..." Jack thought, "It wasn't supposed to be like this." He looked Luna straight in the eye, "I need you to believe me, and trust that what I say is true."

"No."

"At least can you listen?"

"Okay."

Jack took a deep breath as if he were about to divulge a huge secret. "You may not believe this, and I suppose I shouldn't expect you to, but I…I'm working for MI-5."

"Bullshit."

Jack shook his head and then pulled out some psychic paper, "It's true." He handed it to her. Luna took it, but didn't open it.

"Continue." She ordered.

"I was only supposed to be gone a about a week, but it turned into something worse. Originally, I was supposed to be undercover in an international smuggling ring but I ended up getting myself into a dangerous situation. My cover was blown and they took me with them. I'm not going to tell you the rest, because that's…a bit much for you to hear."

"So where does Father come into play? Is he MI-5 too?"

"Ianto…Ianto Jones…that man…." Jack let off a small smile, "He is not MI-5, but he contacted some people that I know and they helped him to find me. Under the guise of branching out the travel shop, he took you to America. He knew that he could protect you there, with him. And since Nick was in Uganda, he wasn't worried too much about him."

"Are the Slippery's part of MI-5?"

"No," Jack said, "They're completely unaware of the situation." There was a short pause. "I would be lying if I said I didn't expect your father to get attacked, but…"

Luna nodded, "Makes sense."

Jack looked at his daughter, "So how did you find me?"

She paused and then opened her mouth as if to talk and then looked confused, "I don't know…I mean I do, but the memory seems fuzzy. Rory and I were going back to the house and I think that something in an alley caught our attention. It sounded like someone was in trouble, so we went in the place and found you. Rory called an ambulance and took you to hospital."

Jack nodded, "And I thank you for that. If you hadn't, I don't think I would still be alive."

Luna handed back the psychic paper, "I'm sorry I was so mean."

"It wasn't your fault. I probably shouldn't have hid that information from you. But I guess I was just trying to protect you. I didn't want you worried that I might not come home one day."

"You're good though, aren't you Dad?"

"I would say that I am."

"Then, I'm not afraid."