Torchwood Global; Earth Orbit

Soldier Keara woke to an alarm. "Computer, end alarm." She quickly read the details the computer automatically transfered to a hand-held on her bedside table. Reluctantly, she climbed out of bed. She knew John Hart was trouble from the moment she met him. Gorgeous, exciting trouble. Given what another version of herself had done, and would do, she couldn't judge. Exasperation was different. She quickly dressed and grabbed her headset. It was going to be a long day.

John docked Robert's Chula warship with Global. Keara waited in the berth for the port to open. The first person out wasn't John. She'd seen it in her mind's eye, but a part of her hoped she was wrong. Seeing him gave exasperation a whole new meaning.

"One Jack is bad enough, John."

"You said I'd find what I need, Kear."

The gorgeous man grinned. "I'm not Jack."

You just look and sound like Jack with similar memories prior to Torchwood. "Bad news, you are."

Despite her annoyance, John looked happy. The blue light remained in his eyes. But the anger and haunted stare was gone. That was worth dealing with the legendary con man.

"Kylia returned with information from her universe." Keara explained what she knew. "Robert thought Oldaria was afraid of something." She looked at not-Jack. "Any ideas?"

"Unfortunately."

"We'll need details. I have to call Three." Keara exhaled loudly. "John, take your friend to the mess hall."

"What happened?"

"Whitehall sent Rex Masterson to Three to assume command of Torchwood."

John stared at her for a moment. "What?"

Keara explained.

John strode over and gave her a hug. She rested her head on his shoulder. It had been a long time. Finding lovers that understood broken wasn't easy. She never expected him to forgive her. Even though she hadn't intended to fake her own death, it happened and left him devastated. He overdosed and nearly died as a result.

"Can I join?" Not-Jack's amusement had an edge.

She suspected it was for show. "No."

Torchwood Three

Jack Harkness stepped from the infirmary. Kylia probably didn't remember the last time she arrived. She'd been sedated or medicated for the last trip between universes. John reacted badly to the process, although he'd been drunk and stoned at the time.

"Explain this," Rex said.

Jack took a moment. "The short answer is she's a Torchwood Institute archivist from a future where the Institute didn't burn. She brought information that could explain the alien ships over Antarctica."

Rather than respond, Rex stared passed Jack.

Jack sensed him a moment later and turned. "Azrael."

"You cannot trust Masterson."

Jack knew the general had an issue with Rex, but hadn't thought of the other time travelers. "Tell me why."

Azrael made an unhappy sound. "It is not something you should know."

"What?" Rex demanded.

"When Moss-Probert killed Gwen you were on the wrong side of the investigation," Azrael explained. "You argued she was at fault."

"That didn't happen here. MP is gone. Gwen is alive."

Rex set a hand over his face. "There isn't a name confusion. The agent in Dublin is the older version of your son with Gwen."

Jack then remembered the general reacted badly to Rex the last time he was at the hub. "Whitehall sent Rex to take over. He's not taking over. If he leaves, Whitehall will send someone else."

"I destroyed a third gen biomech lab. There is nothing Whitehall can send."

Jack held up his hand to Azrael. "Find the general. We need to have a meeting in the conference room."

Azrael hesitated a moment before disappearing again.

"What is he?" Rex asked.

"I don't know." Jack doubted Azrael knew.

"What's his connection to Gwen?"

Jack shook his head. "He was involved with me in the future." Even after everything it sounded insane. When they worked together on the island before the first quantum entanglement explosion, it was obvious.

"Is there anyone in this office you haven't dated other than me?"

Jack smiled. "Remember what I told that ambulance driver who smuggled you into the camp?" He sniffled and recreated what he could remember of the teary eyed good-bye.

"I hate you."

Torchwood Nova Scotia; Truro, Nova Scotia, Canada

Kailen Sylla reviewed the drone reports. He checked the flight information and coordinates. Then he reviewed scan data. Atmore was still there, and the bubble was active, but it was invisible to the drones. Finding it required knowing where to look.

Aman ran a hand lightly over Kailen's back. "Find something?"

Kailen sat back. "Multiple Torchwood facilities that don't appear to exist have sent reports."

Aman sat, keeping his arm over Kailen's chair. "Yeah. Idrissa received several after the Greenland island exploded."

Kailen motioned at the screen. "Except for energy readings that no one but us can find, Atmore is gone."

"Tiarni must have done that. Idrissa mentioned she went home."

"Atmore can manipulate time. Four can disappear in time. The space station was hidden in some type of alternative space or time." Kailen leaned over, resting his head on Aman's arm.

Aman kissed Kailen's forehead.

"Why?"

The Falkland Islands Archives, Antarctic Observatory

Other Keara paced. Few things surprised her. Losing complete control of a time line was surprising. There were situations she couldn't predict or prevent. But someone was actively working against her. She had enemies. She even had a few that could target her. In order to be invisible, the person had to be completely unpredictable and actively avoiding her.

"The other Jack from the universe collision arrived at Global with John," Felda said.

Keara groaned. That was inevitable. "We could lock him in a sorority house."

"Could the Time Agency from the other universe be involved? Oldaria, Robert and John drew him here."

"What would that accomplish?"

Felda shrugged. "How much do they want him dead?"

"They destroyed their universe to kill him?" Keara asked incredulously.

"The first quantum entanglement device destroyed the future of this universe. Jack fixed that by detonating the second one." Felda gave it a moment. "Maybe they can fix the damage in their universe's past after the other Jack's dead. He's a time traveler from the future. The paradox might not bring him back."

"Search for Torchwood Three records. The same time Toshiko Sato and Owen Harper were killed in the attack on Cardiff. We need hub security footage of an intruder named Gray."

Felda's hands moved over her keyboard. "Jack's brother."

"Jack Harkness, or whatever version, has few weaknesses. Gray is universal. The guilt over his brother's abduction overrides common sense. I haven't seen a universe where Gray survived and didn't become a psychopath." Keara sighed looking at the picture. "What happened to his brother sent Jack down the path that led to the Time Agency. It had to happen."

"You think he's here?"

Keara nodded. "The one from this universe was in cold storage when the hub was destroyed. He could have been extracted without affecting the time line." She paused. "I'm not sure what happened in the universe that collided with us. Jack wasn't immortal there."

Felda quickly converted the CCTV footage to a still image and ran facial recognition. "Fick."

Torchwood Nigeria; Sokoto State, Nigeria

Idrissa Oliveira silenced another series of alarms. He could contacted Nova Scotia, but there was nothing the kids could do. The insanity was either a lot of inaccessible facilities or some type of system virus setting off alarms and blaming mythical locations.

Yasmin knocked on the door jamb, looking as overwhelmed as he felt. "I think we have a problem."

"Does it involve Atlantis?" He looked up.

"No." She hesitated. "Zerzura."

"The legendary city in the Sahara?"

"Yeah." Yasmin hesitated. "Your sisters are adamant that it woke up."

"Anyone else?"

She grimaced. "Yeah. Rezene."

He sighed. The twenty-something was schizophrenic and believed he was the reincarnation of an Egyptian pharaoh. More than one depending on whether he had taken his medication. "I need a landmark."

Yasmin withdrew a drawn map from her pocket, and unfolded it. "The new boy," she closed her eyes probably trying to remember his name, "Ephrem drew the map."

Idrissa groaned. "It has an X and a treasure chest."

"He's seven or eight." Yasmin shrugged.

"Will you ask Niesha? I need something more than a pirate map drawn by a kid who's dissociated most of the time."

"That's why I'm here. Niesha took one look at the map, said something about 'the lost city of Dionysus,' and took off. Vijay went to find her."

Idrissa swore and grabbed his mobile. "I am going to wake Keara."

"Did she develop an ability?"

He laughed a less than healthy sound. "Yes."