As soon as Jack landed back in the present he felt something was wrong still. He looked to see where he was, which was exactly where he had left. He looked around. John was no longer there though. He walked into the Boardroom and to his relief saw the whole of his team sat around the table drinking coffee. Ianto walked over to him, "We were wondering when you were coming back. Ready to tell me what the Hell is going on now?" Jack smiled widely, a dazzling smile that sent Ianto's heart fluttering.

"Where's John?" Jack asked,

"Secured in a cell." Ianto answered also producing a wide grin.

"You clever tea boy." Jack hugged him tight, "And well done to the rest of you. We will have a small celebration, though, after we have got rid of John and I keep my word and explain what the Hell has been happening over the last couple of days."

The whole Torchwood team were sat in the Hub after 'disposing' of John Hart thanks to Jack's mysterious leather strap that was on his wrist. They all had coffee that Ianto had made and all were listening to Jack explain the events that had happened thanks to John.

The team were shocked to find that in an alternate future Ianto had died. Even Ianto himself was shaking with shock after finding out how close to death he had found himself. Only Jack, who had changed Ianto's future, could remember what had happened. The team were mortified, listening to Jack recount the hospital and the mourning that they had gone through, except now that he'd stopped Ianto crossing the road, technically that had not done any of that. "Thank God for that." Owen said after Jack had finished, "I don't know what I'd do without Ianto's coffee." He winked at Ianto who smiled, pleased to know that if he died, he would be remembered because of his coffee.

Ianto winced slightly as Jack hugged him. Jack frowned, "Are you ok?" Ianto smiled but before he could say anything Gwen told Jack,

"John shot him in the shoulder when he arrived back. The gunshot alerted us to the Hub breach." Jack knew then that his sense of something being wrong when he had returned was Ianto's injury. After this discovery he felt almost at ease apart from the anger towards John for shooting his tea boy.

"Well I've told you my story, so tell me yours. What happened after I changed the past?" he asked.

"Well, like I said Ianto came back and luckily so had I because I'd forgotten my phone. I hadn't seen John while I was hunting round for my phone but I bloody well heard that gunshot." Gwen explained, "So I grabbed my gun and went to the source of the noise, near the cog wheel entrance. I saw Ianto on the floor and John fucking Hart holding a freshly fired gun to him. So I shot him in the arm."

"I grabbed the gun he'd dropped and Gwen still had him covered with hers." Ianto joined in with the story, "Then Gwen made him go down to the cells where I activated one and then locked him in while she still had him covered with a gun."

"Then I get a call from PC Cooper over there," Owen also joined in, pointing at Gwen, "Screaming at me to get my arse down to the Hub because Ianto got shot. I'm like 'What the Hell are you on about?' and she then brings John Hart into it as well. I thought she was pissed or high or something but I went anyway and found Gwen and Ianto in my medical bay trying to stem blood coming from Ianto's shoulder. Luckily for him, it hadn't done a lot of harm so he's now bandaged up and after a couple of weeks, will be as good as new. So we all sat down with a coffee and that was when you appear from nowhere and I think you would have caught up with the story after that." Owen finished. Jack nodded. He knew John couldn't be trusted but he still went to kill Ianto even after Jack had saved him from being hit by the car. He shook his head in somewhat disbelief. John was definitely twisted.

The Captain sat down with his team and enjoyed a quiet coffee, pleased that every one of them was still there. Safe and sound. Well apart from Ianto's shoulder but that couldn't be helped, working for Torchwood, bullet wounds were just an occupational hazard.