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Annie noticed something off about Jeff when he met up with the group, sans Britta, at lunch. He didn't even pull out his phone when he set down his lunch tray and began quietly eating.

"What's up with you," Pierce asked, "who died?"

"Pierce," Shirley scolded him.

"What? He's not acting like himself," Pierce defended, "I'm only worried for him."

"I'd rather not talk about it," Jeff said, his voice barely heard over the noise of the cafeteria.

"Jeff, we're your friends," Annie put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, "you can tell us anything."

Jeff put his fork down, his eyes going to Annie's for a moment before looking at the others.

"I got a call from my mom an hour ago," Jeff said, "she said that she's going to have a visitor tomorrow and that I should come over and meet him."

"Do you think she means your father," Abed asked.

"It could be anyone," Troy said, trying to sound positive.

"You're right, Troy. It could be anyone," Jeff replied to him in a sarcastic tone, "but I'm sure she's talking about my father. In which case, I'm not going to see her tomorrow."

Annie and Shirley shared a concern look.

"I know your father hasn't been around for the past two decades," Shirley started, "but I think you should finally confront him and have your say about all of it. It'll make you feel better."

"I agree," Annie nodded, "one of us can even go with you if you want. For support."

Jeff looked around at the group, seeing all of their sympathetic and encouraging smiles.

He sighed, "Fine. I'll go, but I'm doing this alone. I need to do this on my own."

"You can call us after and tell us how it went," Annie said, patting his shoulder.

"Okay, can I bring up something that's been bothering me," Troy asked, pointing to the empty seat next to Abed, "Where's Britta?"

"I'm right here," Britta said, sliding in next to Abed and putting down her tray.

"Okay, where were you," Troy questioned.

"I was on the phone," Britta said, "it was an important call."

"With who," Abed asked.

"With my….friend….in New York," Britta answered before shoving her mouth full of salad.

"Uh huh," Jeff said skeptically, "is that why you're trying to avoid any further conversation?"

Britta shook her head.

"I'm hungry," She said with a full mouth.

"Close your mouth and chew," Shirley said sternly.

Jack gazed out the window of the plane as they flew over the Atlantic, thinking back on how long had it been since he was in Greendale.

He does the math and figures it's been at least thirty years. He had managed to avoid Greendale completely during the Miracle, but that couldn't be helped.

"What's on your mind, World War Two?"

Jack turned to look at his newly immortal companion, "I thought you were asleep."

"I don't sleep much anymore," Rex said, "not that I used to sleep much before."

Jack leaned over to check on Gwen, who was sleeping soundly in her seat.

"She's been like that for the past few hours," Rex said, glancing to her, "I'm sort of jealous she can sleep normal hours."

"Not needing much sleep is something you'll get used to," Jack said.

"You didn't answer my question," Rex brought back the topic, "what's on your mind?"

Jack shrugged, "I lived in Greendale for a while, back in the 70's."

"Really?"

Jack nodded, "I haven't been back since…well, until now."

"Do you have friends or family there?"

"Family. You don't live this long without getting married a few times and having a few kids."

Rex coughed, "Are you saying that you have children and grandchildren running around? How many?"

"Not that many," Jack reassured him, "I have a daughter in London who I've lost contact with years ago. I'd rather not talk about it."

"What about Greendale?"

"I have a son," Jack replied, "who doesn't know about me and probably won't recognize me. I'm seeing him tomorrow."

Rex's eyes widened for a second, "Good luck to you."

"Thanks, I have a feeling I'll need it."

"Does Gwen know?"

"I didn't tell her. I know how she'll react."

"Yeah, it's probably for the best."

"Thanks for listening, Rex."

"Any time, World War Two."

Britta wandered down the deserted halls of Greendale the next day. Since it was a Saturday, very few people were on campus, which made it an ideal meeting spot. She was told to meet in front of the storage room around two o' clock that afternoon. Britta's phone read 2:08, the study group making her late.

She was suddenly yanked inside of the storage room, making an audible yelp before turning around to see who pulled her inside.

"Jesus, Rex! Why did you do that," Britta said as she met Rex's eyes.

"You're late," He replied to her.

"I'm sorry, but you have never met my friends," Britta defended.

"This is our liaison," Gwen asked as she and Jack approached from the other side of the storage room.

"Woah, who are you people," Britta said, jumping when she saw them approach.

"Gwen Cooper, Captain Jack Harkness," Rex pointed to them before pointing to Britta, "meet Britta Perry."

"Hello Miss Perry," Jack said, grinning.

"Do you have to flirt with everyone you come across," Gwen gave him a look.

"I was only saying hello," Jack said, still grinning.

"Can we get back to what we're here for," Rex said, rolling his eyes, "Gwen and Jack are my co-workers. The three of us make Torchwood."

"Torchwood? I thought you were C.I.A.," Britta crossed her arms, "What the hell is Torchwood?"

"The only capable organization to deal with the strange things that are happening here," Jack said.

"And I'm not in the C.I.A. anymore," Rex said, "but don't think that means you're off the hook."

Britta frowned.

"How do you know her now," Gwen asked.

"She was on a few government watch lists," Rex responded, "she's an activist."

"I don't go to rallies anymore," Britta responded, "I've decided to major in Psychology instead."

"We made a deal to clear her name from those lists," Rex continued, "anyway, what do you have for us Britta?"

She pulled out a small parcel out of her pocket, "Newspaper clippings I gathered and some pictures I managed to take at the murder scenes."

Rex unraveled the parcel, passing out its contents to Gwen and Jack.

"How long has this been going on," Gwen asked.

"Three days now," Britta answered.

"And they're random victims," Jack questioned.

"That's what it seems like," Britta said.

"This isn't anything I recognize," Gwen commented, "how about you, Jack?"

"I haven't seen anything like this," Jack furrowed his brow, "this bite pattern is different from ones I've seen."

"That's all I've got," Britta said, "do you still need me?"

"I'll call you if we need you," Rex said, "for now you can go."

Britta gave him a short nod and walked out of the storage room, checking to see if anyone saw her before taking off back to her car.

Jeff took a deep breath as he parked his Lexus in front of his mom's home, debating on whether he should just put the car back in drive and head to a bar. He exhaled, he told the group he would do this, he couldn't back out now. After putting his car in park and brushing the lint off his button up shirt, he stepped out onto the sidewalk and went to the front door.

Just as he was going to knock, he heard his mother and another voice laughing. Jeff paused, maybe it wasn't his father. If it was, she wouldn't be laughing. Feeling better about meeting this stranger, he knocked on the door. A few moments later, Jeff's smiling mother, Doreen, opened the door.

"It's so good to see you," Doreen said as she gave Jeff a warm hug, "come in! You have to meet this man!"

Jeff stepped inside, "What man? Do I know him?"

"I'm afraid not, but he is a very important man," Doreen said, leading him into her sitting room.

When Jeff entered the sitting room, he saw a man in a long, vintage military coat sitting on the love-seat. The man smiled brightly when his eyes fell onto Jeff.

"Jeff," Doreen said, "this is the man I want you to meet. Captain Jack Harkness."

Jack stood and crossed the room quickly, holding out his hand, "Nice to meet you, Jeff."

Jeff shook his hand, "How do you two know each other?"

Jack and Doreen shared a look before looking back at Jeff.

"We should sit down," Jack said.

Jeff threw a bewildered look to his mom as he sat next to Jack on the love seat, his mother sitting in an adjacent chair.

"This is going to be hard to explain to you," Doreen started, "but let me say that Jack and I are old friends. We've known each other for several years."

"If you're old friends, why haven't I met him before," Jeff asked.

"I think you should let Doreen talk," Jack said, urging Doreen to continue.

"Anyway," Doreen continued, "Jack is an important part of my life and he was important in your life when you were little. Well, here comes the hard part."

Jeff braced himself for whatever his mother going to say next.

"Well, Jack and I," Doreen took a deep breath, "we were married in the 70's. We were together for five years."

"Five wonderful years," Jack said with a smile on his face.

Jeff looked between his mother and Jack. If it that true, Jack should have been older than he appeared.

"We ended up getting a divorce after he told me about who he really was," Doreen said, "we decided to remain friends though. For one reason."

"You," Jack said, putting an arm around Jeff's shoulder.

"I'm sorry I never told you this before, Jeff," Doreen said, "but William Winger is not your father. Jack is."