Author's Notes: Okay, everyone, get ready … this is where all hell breaks loose. I've read over this a few times, not just to avoid typos, but to ensure it's consistent and makes sense. I actually started the middle section first, followed by the last section, and wrote the first section last. Yeah, I know. But, the characters are gonna do what they're going to do … we only think we're in charge. In this chapter, Owen reflects on his arrival in the UK; Carlyon worries over his daughter and grandsons as he works on Lucas North's office; while the warehouse raid happens.

Chapter Eleven

Dropping a Lighted Match

London, England

Day of the Warehouse Raid

Owen Harper thought a lot about how things would go when he set foot on English soil for the first time in nearly five years. He imagined several different scenarios. Encountering a supposedly-dead man who Matheson recognized as an employee of the Families once they left Heathrow and headed for a taxi wasn't not among those possible scenarios, although it probably should have been. He was Torchwood after all, and not only were people not staying dead a staple of life, so were other supposedly impossible situations.

And even though Matheson was a seriously annoying pain in the arse who reminded Owen entirely too much of himself before he ended up in that other dimension, he was still Torchwood's annoying pain in the arse. Thus, to Owen, there was only one reasonable reaction when the supposedly-dead guy who wasn't dead at all took a swing at Matheson, snarling, "You shot me in the throat, you asshole!" He tackled the twat, sitting on his chest until Matheson staggered to his feet.

"Yeah, and you worked for the Families! I don't have a lot of sympathy for you," Matheson retorted, and nodded to Owen to let him up. The doctor shrugged and rose to his feet, allowing the lackey to rise as well. Matheson asked, "Just what the hell are you doing here? I know you're not here to kill us … if you were, we'd be dead already. So what's going on?" The other man rolled to his feet, glaring briefly at Owen before turning his full attention to Matheson. Heh. At least Matheson didn't ask how it was that he was alive!

And that was when a woman observed, "He's here on my behalf … and you're right, he's not here to kill you. But you knew that, Agent Matheson, just as you knew that he's here in England to protect his nephews and their aunt. Your question is, why is he here at this airport … and the answer is, to meet you." Owen looked up to see a beautiful blonde woman, who looked to be in her late forties or early fifties. Her eyes rested on him, and she smiled, murmuring, "Dr. Owen Harper. It is so good to see you back in your home dimension!"

Owen blinked, but before he could even push out a questioning, 'uhm, thank you,' the woman was turning her attention to Matheson, continuing, "Agent Rex Matheson, formerly with the CIA, now the field second in command to Torchwood America. Currently courting Octavia Tregarth Martinelli, and far more aware of her request to her brother-in-law to watch over her sons and sister than she realizes he is. And forgive me for my rudeness … I am Dite." Dite?

"I'm Daniel Martinelli … I've heard a lot about you from my nephews, Dr. Harper, it's a pleasure to meet you," the other man said, and now Owen realized why he seemed so familiar. Of course. Daniel Martinelli, twin brother to the late, heroic David Martinelli. Then again, this guy had a lot more gray in his hair that the late Detective did, so Owen supposed he could be forgiven for not recognizing him immediately. That and David Martinelli was smiling in the picture of him, his wife and two boys. That made a difference, too.

"Good, everyone knows everyone else now. We have a car, if you could follow us?" Dite asked. Owen and Matheson exchanged a look, and then Matheson shrugged. Owen shrugged to himself. Right. Let's just go with the strange (albeit beautiful) woman and the former lackey to a bunch of twat-waffles who tried to take over the world … like nothing could possibly go wrong in that situation! However, like Matheson, Owen was curious about why they were actually here, and what they wanted. Yeah, he knew that they were here to protect Nat, Jason, and Lucas, but that was the extent of it.

As if hearing his thoughts, Dite told him, "I'll explain on the way." And she had. She told them that she wasn't human, that she was in fact of a species called Petrovians. She told them that her people could only survive with a host, and that Dite's host was an American woman named Eleanor, who lost her entire family in the American Civil War, nearly a hundred fifty years earlier. She also told them that the Time Lord Rassilon wiped out nearly all of her people when he realized they had been taking humans as hosts without their permission. Dite was permitted to live, because he witnessed her demonstrating kindness and compassion to humans … preventing her own people from taking a young human sibling pair as hosts against their will. For that, she swore to always watch over, to always protect, those who mattered most to Rassilon. And chief among those was his youngest child … the young immortal known as Captain Jack Harkness.

That was enough to knock the wind out of Owen. Matheson wasn't faring much better, but there were more revelations to come. Dite, along with all Petrovians, had natural perception filters … which could be gifted to deserving humans. They were Favors, but they came with a price (they always do, Matheson muttered under his breath, and Owen couldn't argue with him). Dite blithely ignored them and explained that in exchange for one of her Favors, humans had to agree to remain loyal to her Special Ones. In the days since their arrival, Dite hadn't explained what her Special Ones were, but explained that if her Favored betrayed her Special Ones, the consequences would be devastating.

Since Rassilon permitted Dite to live, he warned her that she was responsible for the actions of her Favored. It was entirely fair, she observed, since she was giving some of her power to them. And for thousands of years, there had been only two issues. In each case, she called Rassilon for judgment, and each case, it was determined that Dite's Favor had not caused the corruption. And now, she feared that she would need to call Rassilon for judgment once again, as one of her Favored had a tendency toward betrayal.

Over the last few days, Dite explained that she would be sending Daniel to the same warehouse that Martha and Mickey were investigating … and she wanted them to go with him. Matheson hated the idea. He hated the idea of working with Martinelli, and Dite made him incredibly uncomfortable. And Owen … well, he wasn't real thrilled with the idea, either. But then, Dite told them about someone else … a hostage who hadn't much time to live, who would need their help to escape. She showed them an image of that someone, and Owen knew he couldn't say no. And because Matheson was a berk who couldn't stand being shown up, he had to go along with it. That didn't prevent him from glowering at Owen. Meh.

Which brought them to now. Owen was double-checking his kit (because he was still a doctor and always would be), while Martinelli and Matheson were bickering about something. Owen told Dite as she joined him, "Thank you for letting me call Lucas and Jason. I know they were told by their grandfather that we would be here, and I knew they would be getting concerned when we didn't show." Dite inclined her head, and Owen finally asked the question that was troubling him, "What will happen to your Favored? If you're right about her betrayal, I mean?"

Dite exhaled slowly before saying, "There are two possibilities, if Lord Rassilon is involved. One, and this is what happened in the past, they are cast into the Void, and yes, that's as horrible as it sounds." Owen shuddered, and the woman who wasn't really a woman continued, "The other possibility is, she becomes my new host. It's almost time for Eleanor to take flight and live her life once more." That didn't sound like much of a punishment to Owen, and he said so. Dite smiled sadly and replied, "Owen, the longest I had a host was two thousand years. In those two thousand years, my host endured things you could not imagine. She gave birth to children, only to see them die in battle … she was used as a pleasure slave. She was beaten for standing up to bullies, but she couldn't die. There were times when she was trapped in her own body, not because she was a woman, but because I had to take charge. Imagine that, Owen … being a prisoner in your own body, unable to move or to talk, to be forced to do something that went contrary to your every instinct and every impulse. In some ways, I punished Eleanor when I took her as a host, because in the wake of her losses, she wanted to die. Instead, I forced her to live, to keep going, to see that other people were far worse off. Not a punishment? You may wish to rethink that." And Owen did, from the moment those words left her lips, all through the car ride to the warehouse. Being trapped in your own body? It sounded like hell to him.

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Tregarth Homestead, Oklahoma

Same Day (very early morning)

As he got older, he found himself sleeping less and less, and long before his wife awakened, he would take a golf cart out and drive around his property. It helped him to clear his head … Jack had his rooftops, Carlyon Tregarth had his early morning drives and watching the sun come up over his land. And on his property, there were several buildings that weren't used very often (if ever). There was the old garden shed (which needed to be renovated and refurbished … eventually). Another building that fell into that category was the old hay barn and stable, that accompanied the original farmhouse on the property (which was long since destroyed, before Carlyon even bought the property). It was the first stable on the property, before the others were moved here, and it was this building which was chosen to be Lucas North's eventual office. Since he was the MI5 liaison to Torchwood, it was decided that he should have a building to himself (Sophia's insistence … after all, he might lose track of time while working and want to sleep there). Unfortunately, the final touches of the renovation of said hay barn would have to wait … everyone who might have been able to help was out of the country. Carlyon scowled at the building, even though he wasn't angry with it. He wasn't even angry with getting saddled with a liaison from MI5. No, what infuriated him was his grandson's last report.

Even now, days later, his hands shook when he thought about it. Gwen Cooper Williams was the source of the intel. Carlyon's fingers curled into fists as he regarded the old hay barn, mentally cataloguing what would need to be done before Lucas North arrived, once his training with Bulwark was complete. He had to think about that, because if he thought about Gwen Cooper Williams, he might end up being as destructive as Priscilla was when she tore apart Natalie's bedroom after losing Juliana … now called Esther. Carlyon rarely hated people. It was a waste of time and energy, and he was far more interested in taking care of the people he loved. But Gwen Cooper? Her, he hated, and made absolutely no apologies for it.

The lives of his youngest child and his only two grandsons were in the hands of that woman, and as much as he wanted to, Carlyon couldn't call off the mission. He honestly wasn't sure what irked him more about the situation. However, there was far too much at stake, and after the disaster that was the 456, Carlyon couldn't put his children before the world. He couldn't do that, not again. Even after Jack and Sophia forgave him, forgiving himself was far more difficult. The mission had to proceed, and he had to trust his daughter and his grandsons, trust that he and Jack trained them properly (along with the United States Army in Jason's case). He had to trust Mickey and Martha, and pray as he'd never prayed before.

"You've been staring at that barn for a while … honestly, I've been half expecting it to burst into flame, with the way you've been staring at it," Sophia observed and Carlyon turned as his wife approached, her horse nibbling at grass. She looped her arm through his, musing, "Let me guess … you used this as a Project when you first arrived?" Carlyon grinned sheepishly … his wife knew him so well. Sophia laughed softly, hugging his arm, and observed, "I thought as much. You always retreated to your workshop when you needed to think about something … and I would imagine you had a lot of frustration to work out while I was comatose."

Carlyon wrapped his arms around his wife, resting his cheek against her hair. Comatose. Such an innocuous word to describe forty years of hell for both of them, for all of them. Sophia released his arm and wrapped her own arms around his waist, murmuring, "Stop torturing yourself, Carlyon … that's my job, remember?" Carlyon snorted … he shouldn't have left the Addams Family movie out where his wife could see it. On the other hand, maybe he could blame one of the two annoyances (Matheson and Harper). Regardless of who did it, his wife was now given to quoting Morticia at random times. Sophia went on more seriously, "Don't do this to yourself, Carlyon. The past is in the past, we've moved on and so has Jack." That was true … Jack was the one who forgave him the quickest. Jack, who was the one who he hurt most.

"Do you know, I put in a proper bathroom in the barn a week after you went back into the coma. A full, proper bathroom with a shower and everything. I needed the challenge, you see. Priscilla had her hands full caring for an infant … Octavia was a rebellious teenager, and I was … I was hurting, Sophia. I missed you so much, I missed Jack … even ten years later, I missed him so much. I couldn't bear to look at Natalie during those first weeks of her life, and I couldn't forgive myself for that. I didn't hate her … God, no. I loved her so much, but I couldn't look at her, because every time I looked at her, it felt so wrong to see her in Priscilla's arms, rather than yours. And I knew … I knew I was being punished for betraying my best friend, betraying him and leaving him to clean up my mess," Carlyon answered hoarsely. He would have said more, but a small hand on his cheek effectively silenced him.

"That's enough, Carlyon. You weren't being punished by anyone except yourself. And the way Priscilla tells it, you had an outhouse in one of the stalls until the bathroom was complete," Sophia observed. Carlyon roared with laughter, because his oldest was entirely correct. Sophia went on, "I remember outhouses from when I was a kid. I'm having a hard time imagining you using one, even after being married as long as we have." Technically speaking, they'd been married for nearly sixty-five years. They'd only actually been together for a little over fifteen, and Carlyon felt his life drawing to a close.

"Did I ever tell you how sorry I was for dragging my feet about marrying you? I regret that so much, Sophia. You were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, and you terrified me. I was such a young fool," Carlyon murmured. He had so many regrets … not just the 456, but forcing his wife to chase after him, letting Priscilla carry the weight of raising her baby sister. He regretted not making love to Jack more often, regretted the shags and wished he'd showed more tenderness. He regretted lying to his youngest daughter, not just about her heritage, but about how her room was trashed after they lost Juliana. She knew anyhow … Carlyon didn't know how Natalie worked it out, but she realized that her 'mother' was the one who trashed her room. She kept silent for her own reasons.

"We got there in the end, Carlyon, and that's what matters. Not how long it took us to get there, or are you going to castigate Natalie and Priscilla for how long it's taking for them to find their soul mates?" Sophia prodded, and Carlyon looked at her sharply. Of course not, and … Sophia merely stared at him, her expression impassive, and she went on after a moment, "Don't waste time regretting about what's past … we've got now, and however tomorrows there are. That's what's important, Carlyon, not yesterday. Since I know you're fretting about the kids, let's talk about this masterpiece of yours."

"I do have absolute and complete faith in them," Carlyon immediately answered, valiantly resisting the urge to roll his eyes. And he had a great deal of faith in his daughter and both of his grandsons. He repeated, "I have faith in them, and in Mickey and Martha. They're not the ones who worry me." Sophia nodded, and for the first time, he saw worry in his wife's eyes. She knew, then. He didn't know how she knew, but he wasn't the only one carrying this burden. Carlyon murmured, "It was Gwen Cooper who provided the intel to Mickey and Martha, and I cannot trust her. I will trust the people I know, but she can't be trusted. A woman who tells the man she calls her best friend that she would see him dead in the street like a dog if it meant getting what she wanted cannot be trusted."

As ever, Sophia flinched when he mentioned the horrible conversation that was taped by Olivia Colasanto … likely as blackmail material against Gwen Cooper, if there came a time when the (not-so) late Colasanto heiress needed it. Carlyon refused to entertain the possibility that a woman raised by Angelo Colasanto was so stupid that she had to kidnap a family in Wales to get the attention of a man, even a man as extraordinary as Jack Harkness. It had to be blackmail. That was the only thing that made sense. And he did know that Olivia was alive, though he hadn't shared that with anyone else. She was blown up during Miracle Day, which lasted another two months … if Rex Matheson could survive that accident, Olivia Colasanto survived the SUV explosion. And he wasn't sure how to feel about that.

His attention was drawn away from the fate of his frenemy's granddaughter when his wife murmured, "I know. I keep wanting to give her the benefit of the doubt, but …" She shook her head, and Carlyon held her tighter. Sophia breathed, "And if I know our kids, that's what Nat is struggling with. I've heard the anxiety in her voice when I've talked to her on the phone the last few days before she asked to talk to Ailsa. She's trying to square that desire she has to give people the benefit of the doubt with the hatred she knows you bear for Cooper … and her knowledge that you don't hate just anyone."

Carlyon couldn't be upset at that. He was proud of his baby girl for trying to stay true to how she was raised, and for knowing how rarely he hated anyone. It was his hope that his daughter's suspicions (as well as those of his grandsons) would keep them all alive. Fear kept one sharp, and he knew that his daughter's instincts were honed while she was undercover, watching over Esther. Jason's instincts were honed by battle. And Lucas … Lucas was a medic, his mother's son. And none of the three were fools, he hadn't raised them to be fools. He murmured, "I don't enjoy hating people, Sophie. I truly don't. It's a waste of energy best spent elsewhere, and I don't like myself when I hate someone. More than that, it hurts me far more than it does the other person." He didn't say that he couldn't help himself. He was an adult, and while he couldn't help the way he felt, he could and did help the way he behaved. Sophia burrowed in closer against his chest. She didn't say anything. She didn't have to.

At last, he murmured, "I can't do anything about whatever's happening in England. Nor can Jack, and he's far closer than I am. Shall I tell you what I've tentatively planned for our unexpected guest?" He didn't like the idea of having a liaison with MI5. Didn't like it at all, but Jack thought it was a good idea, and her Majesty told them that this would happen. He trusted her Majesty and he trusted Jack, and if it protected those he loved from another situation like the 456, he would find a way to live with it. Sophia pulled away, just enough to look at him, and nodded with a wide grin. Carlyon began, "I thought initially of setting up the bed on the far side of the loft, but our middle daughter's beloved reminded me that young Mr. North will want to know what's coming his way … so I've marked off the area beside the stairway as where we'll place the bed. And there's a creaky stair … Jack convinced me to leave that as is. Given the trauma this young man endured, it would be a very bad idea to surprise him …"

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Shrewsbury, Shropshire, West Midlands, England

Same Day

Martha was growing more and more suspicious of Gwen. First, there was the confrontation with the Tregarths (yes, she knew the boys' last name was actually Martinelli, but it was easier to refer to the three of them as simply the Tregarths) when Natalie and her nephews chose to side with John Winchester about the scouting expedition. Martha didn't understand why it was important, who was in charge and while Gwen was technically correct … she was the senior Torchwood operative, Natalie's point about Gwen not knowing any of them was equally correct. And while Winchester didn't know any of them that well, he knew the area far better than Gwen. He was also good at operating under the radar. Mickey made the observation that while Jack was far from subtle, he had other things going for him. Martha couldn't argue with her husband's perspective, because she knew that he was right.

Then Lucas North returned from Scotland, looking thoughtful and even a little troubled. He was charming to the three Tregarths, making Natalie smile by observing that her niece asked him to watch over them all. Lucas (Martinelli) and his brother both demanded to know how Esther was, and Lucas answered dryly, "Dangerous. Jack has been teaching her to shoot, and she's nearly as good as he is. She started doing her target practice outside, so she wouldn't be tempted to shoot the Inoltre sisters." Martha laughed, as she'd heard Natalie's stories about her hallmate and that young lady's older sister. Gwen, however, looked even more mulish. She didn't want Lucas on the op ('I don't know him, and I don't trust him') and flat-out refused to listen to Alicia's rationale. Lucas, to keep things from going totally cocked-up, agreed to remain behind, and Martha wanted to slap the triumphant expression from Gwen's face.

However, Lucas told her in an undertone that he would be following them at a safe distance … Gwen's reaction set his nerves on edge, and Lucas was slowly coming to trust his reawakening instincts once more. Alicia approved of this last minute change of plans, observing that there was no point in putting all of their eggs in one basket. Her father had arranged air support for them, and Alicia would follow Lucas, diverging once she reached the base. She, John and Mary, and Jacob would wait there for the signal from Lucas.

The previous night, they'd gone over the plans one last time, to make sure all bases were covered. Not just the plans they'd made, but the blueprints for the warehouse. John still wasn't comfortable with things he'd noticed (signs that the place wasn't just being used for storage, but for habitation), while Lucas commented on medical supplies he'd noticed in the trash. Gwen, becoming increasingly stroppy, told the others that she was fully prepared to go ahead on her own if they were too afraid. Natalie told her to stop being such an idiot … the more they planned and prepared, the less likely someone (on their side) got hurt. Martha blinked at the usually quiet woman in astonishment … so did her nephews … but Alicia just smiled at her, saying, "Quite right. I realize you think you're a bad-arse, Williams, but yours isn't the only life being risked here. This is Bulwark's first mission, and I won't have you endangering it just to make yourself look good." Alicia's voice was all but dripping with contempt, leaving Martha to wonder what exactly happened during the women's first meeting.

Gwen's eyes narrowed and she was obviously on the point of saying something, but Mary Winchester cleared her throat and observed that just as there were rules for hospitality, there were rules for guests. This was said with a pointed glare at Gwen, and Natalie used the brief staring war that resulted to her advantage, asking John if he saw anything else that troubled him. John smirked a little, answering there were a lot of things that concerned him, but nothing anyone could do anything about. He added that there was always an element of the unknown to operations. You could never remove that element, not entirely … you could only mitigate it.

That ended the meeting, and Martha tried to corral Gwen, to figure out exactly what was going on, why she was behaving the way she was, but the Welshwoman slipped away easily. That only made Martha more uncomfortable. She tried again this morning after she and Mickey arrived (after dropping off the baby with her mother), trying to get Gwen to open up to her, but she was once more dismissed with, 'you wouldn't understand. There is far more at stake than what you realize.' Not only did that answer annoy Martha, it left her wondering what else was at stake that she didn't know about. However, she only told Gwen that she was there if Gwen needed her, and then went to the breakfast table with the others.

Lucas North was still in his room, she discovered, and Martha was inclined to think that he was making a report to Malcolm Wynn-Jones, or perhaps to Archie. Over breakfast, the three Tregarths shared with everyone the story of how they rescued Esther from the Families. Mickey and Martha had never heard the story before … most of their conversations while she and Mickey were in Oklahoma the previous year centered around Owen's return from the dead and the Year. Natalie observed that Jack did most of the work (adding slightly under her breath, 'as usual'), but Lucas shook his head, pointing out that Natalie was undercover … with no previous training. ('She winged it?' John asked, and her nephew Lucas nodded).

Mary asked what the plan of the Families was in capturing and holding Esther hostage, and Natalie explained that so far as she could tell, it was the intent of the Families to eventually use Esther against Jack, perhaps even convincing her to betray him, whether directly or as a double-agent. Mary shook her head, and then changed the subject to how they found out that Esther was part of their family. John laughed, and observed that his fellow Hunter and friend Bobby Singer always observed that family didn't end with blood. The three American Torchwood officers nodded in agreement, Jason telling them that Jack was just as much part of their family as Esther was. Maybe even more, since the Tregarth family might not even exist if it weren't for Jack. This was met with hums of agreement from both his brother and his aunt. Out of the corner of her eye, Martha saw Gwen tense at Jason's words, and that bad feeling grew.

After breakfast, one last check of the equipment was conducted, and John gave them last minute instructions (reminding them about the oddities he noticed during the scouting expedition). He and Mary did a quick inspection of the clothes they were wearing (Mary was concerned about the coloring making them stand out, while John was worried about loose clothing). Once they were satisfied, Alicia wished them all luck … and told them to be careful. They headed out to the two cars, and got on the road. Before they left, Lucas took her aside and murmured that he would leave about fifteen minutes later. Long enough to convince Gwen that he wasn't coming, but short enough that he could catch up with them quickly. Alicia would be leaving shortly after Lucas did, along with John, Mary, and Jacob to join her father at the base.

In the days, weeks, months and years that followed, Martha would mentally replay what happened from the moment they parked around the warehouse. She would wonder what she could have done better, if she could have prevented what happened. What she kept coming back to was, the only thing that would have prevented what followed was if the op was called off … and that would have only delayed things. It wouldn't have prevented anything. As the six of them entered the warehouse, Martha noticed Jason's posture change. His shoulders went up and back, and his head seemed to be on a pivot. His brother and aunt mirrored what he was doing, and Mickey nodded his approval.

The first sign that something was truly wrong came with the sound of footsteps, somewhere over her head. Martha looked up, and her breath caught in her throat as the previously-empty catwalk began slowly filling up with people. People who were wearing broad smiles, who were beaming, in a way that made Martha's skin crawl. Natalie, who was standing to her right, breathed, "Oh, damn … it really is a trap." One of the men began to clap, the applause being taken up by everyone except a red-haired woman and a stocky man who looked vaguely familiar, standing in front of that red-haired woman.

And then Gwen, who had been a few steps in front of her, turned to face them. Martha, Mickey and the Tregarths all came to a stop, but Gwen was pointing her gun straight at Martha's chest. She shook her head, murmuring, "You understand, Martha, I know you do. I've seen you with your daughter. I'm so sorry, Martha, but I don't have a choice. There's never a choice for me." Martha didn't have time to say anything, not even to tell the other woman that there was always a choice, because Gwen pulled the trigger.

Strangely enough, Martha wasn't thinking about the betrayal as the bullet came exploding out of the barrel. She wasn't even thinking about whatever the Families were holding over Gwen's head. No … no, she was thinking of the utterly mundane, and how much she regretted not having a chance to name her daughter. And then, Natalie Tregarth slammed into her, knocking her out of the way out of the bullet … but not moving nearly fast enough to avoid injury herself.

There was more gunfire, a cry of horror from Gwen, a grunt of pain nearby. Stunned, Martha lay underneath the American woman. She had the wind knocked out of her, but she was alive. She was alive, and she was a doctor … there were people who needed her, including the woman who just saved her life. She rolled Natalie off her, taking note that the woman was still conscious, then eased her face down. Shock was quickly being replaced with rage. Right now, Martha's focus was on Natalie and anyone else of theirs who was injured … but there would come a reckoning. She didn't know when or where or even how, but there would be a reckoning.

TBC

Additional Notes: So, now we're back where we started. In the next chapter, we catch up with Alice and the baby; reactions from Suzie and Rassilon; while Jack learns about the events in England. Thoughts on his reaction? I'll give you a hint … his demeanor will shock Gwen when they meet once again.