Atmore Nature Preserve on Tas; Tasmania, Australia

Namir Yaffe walked through the garden barely aware of his surroundings. He needed the calm and peace. Most of the others viewed Atmore as a prison. They had no idea what prison was. They had clean water, fresh food, and luxuries he had never seen before arriving. The alien technology and animals were nothing compared to the world he came from. If he was honest with himself, he never wanted to leave.

He wondered about the world and the many changes since WWII. From what Rhys said, politics and religion were still major problems. But the way he treated everyone said it was so much different. Race, gender, and religion didn't matter. His insistence the Muslim girl needed head scarves despite his obvious Christian beliefs said more than anything. Namir knew he had to consider the probability it was Rhys who was accepting and not the world.

When he left Great Britain for Israel, he thought he understood the world and his place in it. He'd seen horrors and fought evil. Following his people made sense than. It hadn't been what he expected. The war was over, but not the conflict. The peace of mind never came.

He stopped under a olive-like tree that reminded him of his last home. It towered over the landscape, it's silvery blue leaves shimmering in the odd light. A metal object embedded in the trunk caught his attention. Curious, he reached for it. On contact, it wrapped around his finger and slid over his hand. Stunned, he watched it form a metallic band around his wrist.

Welcome, a soft, female voice said.

"Who are you?"

Home.

Torchwood Nova Scotia; Truro, Nova Scotia, Canada

Luc Sarkisian rested fully dressed on top of the bed covers with Eryn snuggled beside him. They'd taken off their shoes and curled up together. He had an arm around her. She'd rested her head on his shoulder and set a hand on his chest. They'd fallen asleep in front of movies. It was the first time they intended to sleep side-by-side. Eryn slept sounded.

His thoughts wouldn't quiet. He couldn't help but think his family was everything currently wrong with Torchwood. He hadn't spent much time around his father's father. Dad considered grandpa a bad influence. He'd met various family members on both sides. The memories tore at him. Anyone of the seemingly harmless aunts, uncles and cousins could be as evil as Beaupre. Without knowing the circumstances of Grandpa Sarkisian's connection, that side of the family was also suspect.

When his parents were killed, he thought that was the worse thing that could ever happen. He had no idea the legacy his parents left. He wanted to believe his father hadn't known. When Jerard was arrested, he thought his cousin was simply a misguided genius needing direction and supervision. He'd reviewed the court records and learned his cousin was a potentially dangerous sociopath. Until the suspicions about the Sarkisian side of the family, and Ettie becoming a security concern, he didn't look to closely at her or Monty. They were all weird in their own way. Like Jerard, he blamed genius. Normal was overrated.

Normal sounded good. His parents would be alive. He'd be headed off to the university in Quebec, if he wasn't already there. Girls and grades would be his biggest worries. Instead, more than one of his family members had committed war crimes. He was afraid of his family legacy which he was tasked with uncovering and resolving.

The intercom activated. "Luc." Kailen sounded sleepy. "Rhys called from Atmore. He wants us to land another drone for scans. An alien device has attached itself to one of his people."

"Have Aman find out if Idrissa is up for assisting with tech identification."

Kailen hesitated.

"Kailen," Eryn said, "Stop acting like a girl and do what needs to be done."

"Yeah." The intercom switched off.

Eryn made an unhappy sound. "I don't want to move."

"Do you want to leave Kailen to discuss the Atmore situation with Idrissa?"

"When did I become mom?" Eryn groaned, sitting up.

Luc chuckled. "Do you want Aman in charge?"

"That's terrifying."

Torchwood Three; Cardiff, Wales

Monday, August 16, 2020

Jack Harkness wrapped an arm around Ianto and kissed the top of his shoulder. They'd finally gotten time to themselves. Rushed in the middle of a crisis was not his idea of personal time. They took what they could get. Jack needed to return to his office, but he didn't want to go. Ianto slid a hand over his. It wasn't something either of them needed to say.

"Go," Ianto said. "You need to call John in and work up a plan."

Jack gave Ianto a one-armed hug. "We will have some time to ourselves soon."

"The Roberts' B&B was nice."

After the alien situation was resolved they spent the rest of the weekend in their suite. "We could go back."

"Braith's guard alien should make for a quiet weekend."

Jack chuckled, climbing out of bed. "Braith sent me a picture of her and her grand-kids with their new family member. She named him."

Ianto rolled back to look at him as he grabbed his pants. "After the Weevil attack, I would think she'd be afraid."

"He's stronger and smarter than a Weevil. Braith wouldn't have to worry about protecting her grand-kids with his around."

"I'd prefer a golden retriever."

"Get some sleep."

"Wake me, if you need me."

Jack sat down on the edge of the bed holding his under shirt. "I always need you." Jack kissed Ianto lightly.