Jack woke up to the tinny buzzing of an alarm in an unfamiliar room. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, seeing the man whose bed he was in getting dressed.

"I have work," he said, glancing at Jack as he buttoned up his shirt, "and I'm guessing that you do too. If you're hungry, you can help yourself to whatever I may have." He tucked in his shirt. "Otherwise, just let yourself out. Thanks for the night." He grabbed a tie off of his dresser and hung it around his neck as he left the room.

Jack sat on the edge of the bed and located his clothes. Aside from his coat, which was draped neatly over a chair, everything was in a heap on the floor. He eyed the now-wrinkled shirt before glancing at the clock. It was early enough that he could still get to the Hub and change before the team showed up.

Jack got up and dressed quickly, shaking out his clothes before putting them back on, untangling his braces, slipping his coat on last. When he left the room, he saw no sign of the other man. He let himself out, and walked the – thankfully short – distance to where he'd parked the SUV.

When he got back to the Hub, he wasted no time in getting a new set of clothes, showering, and getting dressed for the day. It wasn't long after he climbed up from his room that he heard the door alarms, and looked up to see Suzie.

"Bright and early, just as always," he said, grinning at her.

"Well, when there's work to be done, I might as well be here to do it." Suzie started toward her workplace and then stopped. "Hey, Jack, didn't we… acquire a few bodies that died in suspicious circumstances recently? The ones that turned out to be connected suicides or whatever?"

"Well, that's an odd question, but yes," Jack said. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, you know, the glove… I've been looking into alien metals that seem to have similar structures, and with the… you know, the spark or whatever when you put it on…" Suzie didn't seem to know how to put her thoughts into words. "Well, it's just… this energy, this life sort of, so I was thinking that maybe it had something to do with that. I thought the morgue might be our best bet for… experiments."

"Are you saying that you think the glove might have the power to bring people back to life?"

Suzie shrugged. "It's worth exploring, isn't it? And our best bet would probably be the recently deceased…"

"A little gruesome, but I have heard of things like that before. It's not a bad thought at all. Definitely something we could look into. Just… wait until Owen's here, at least, we should probably have a doctor on hand for this."

"Will do."

Jack went over to his desk and pulled out some paperwork he'd been meaning to go through, figuring today was as good a day as any. Tosh arrived next, saying cheerful good mornings and then falling into a conversation with Suzie, presumably about the glove and the possibilities that the experiments could reveal. Soon after, Ianto arrived.

Jack tried to get a reading on the young man as he entered. He seemed to be composed. There was a certain amount of tenseness in his stature. Ianto made eye contact with Jack and seemed to falter for a short moment before nodding to him and saying, "Good morning, sir."

"Good morning, Ianto Jones," he replied with a wide smile. He watched the man turn and say good morning to the others before heading downstairs, presumably to the archives as usual.

Jack wasn't sure how to feel about the situation. He did regret losing himself to the impulse like he had, but Ianto seemed to be handling it fine. Jack decided that, even with a situation like this, the only thing for it was to just give him space and not dwell on why he may have acted the way he did – and certainly try to cut back on the innuendoes.

Owen arrived with a coffee in his hand, looking grumpy as usual. Suzie called him over as soon as he walked through the door, and they took off together towards the morgue, talking as they went.

"So, Jack, what's this?" Tosh called out to him from where she was typing away at one of the computers. Jack walked over to her. "Do you really think that this glove can raise people from the dead?"

"Well, I guess we're about to find out. And even if it can… I doubt that it's as cut and dry as that." Jack leaned over her shoulder. "What're you up to?"

"Setting up some files for recording this experiment – you know, usual paperwork, getting cameras ready, the usual, just so we have a clear record of what we're doing." Tosh didn't even look away from the screen as she explained. "And obviously I'll have to work through the paperwork of the bodies of who we're using, screen them for anything that could cause potential side effects…" She glanced over at him. "I'm a little out of my element here. I'm just trying to cover all of our bases."

"Sounds like a plan to me."

Jack returned to his desk and resumed working on the paperwork stacked up there. A few minutes later, Owen and Suzie reappeared, wheeling a gurney with one of the bodies from the morgue.

Jack moved over to the autopsy theater as they continued to work. It was easy to see why Owen was a part of the time when he did medical work. He was totally in his element, making sure he had any and all utensils he may need, making sure everything was sterilized properly. Here was the only time that Suzie would take orders from Owen, because even she knew better than to challenge his authority here.

Soon, they were ready. The body was lying on the table with various pieces of equipment attached. Owen was double checking his machinery, making sure that everything was ready to track any vital signs. "Well, I think it's working," he quipped, "because it's a flatline and he looks pretty dead to me."

Ianto walked into the room, looking confused as he saw them all standing there. Tosh finished the last of her work and called out, "We're recording, so we can go at any time." She stepped out from behind her desk and motioned to Ianto, smiling. "Come on, I'm sure you're as interested in seeing these results as we are."

"What's going on?" he asked.

"We're thinking that this glove may be able to bring someone back to life." Suzie said matter-of-factly as she pulled it on. Ianto's eyes widened, and he took a few unsure steps closer to the group.

Suzie was staring at the glove, concentrating. "It's almost like this thing has a life of its own sometimes, it won't work until… there," she said cheerfully as she moved her fingers. "It let me in. Let's try this."

"Everyone ready?" Jack asked. Suzie positioned herself behind the man's head. Owen was standing by his equipment. Ianto and Tosh looked on from the railing as Jack moved down next to the table. "Alright, go ahead."

Suzie closed her eyes and moved her gloved hand to the man's head. "I… I think I feel… wait." She closed her eyes more tightly. "It's… odd… but I feel like if I try to go through…"

Just then the man on the table opened his eyes and gasped loudly.

Tosh clapped a hand over her mouth. Owen stared at him, dumbfounded. Ianto had gone white. Jack took a deep breath and reminded himself he'd seen worse. He looked up at Suzie and saw that she was shaking, staring down at the man who'd been dead moments before.

"Where am I?" the man screamed. "Oh god, what happened, why am I here, what is this?" He screamed loudly and then suddenly was still. Jack looked back at Suzie again. She slowly slid her hand away.

"I'm sorry, I lost the connection… I just couldn't hold it, I…" She stared down at the man.

The entire team was silent for a moment. Then Owen broke the silence, saying, "Well… I think we can safely say that we know what it does."

A/N: Now we're getting somewhere. Whew :) I know it's been a little longer than I promised, but I'm on my way to getting back on track (I hope). Hope you enjoyed the chapter, as always, and stay tuned for more!