I still don't own Community or Torchwood, but I kinda wish that maybe one or both were on the air right now.

"Britta, where have you been," Troy exclaimed as she walked into Chez Trobed-Annie, "you were supposed to be here an hour ago to help us set up!"

"Yeah, where were you," Annie asked, "you've been disappearing a lot lately."

"I've been having a lot of things going on lately, I'm so sorry," Britta said, sitting down next to Annie, "When is everyone else showing up?"

"Shirley is on her way, but has to pick up Pierce," Abed said, "and Jeff I'm unsure about. He's visiting his mother today."

"He'll call," Annie said, "what's been going on with you?"

"I can't say," Britta said, "if I could, I would tell you. But I can't."

"You're not secretly a super hero are you," Troy asked, casting suspicion on her.

"No, nothing like that," Britta said, "Well, at least I'm not. Oh! I've said too much! You never heard that!"

"Too late," Abed said.

"I'm just going to shut my mouth," Britta said, "before I say anything else."

The youngest study group members exchanged looks, wondering what Britta was keeping from them.

Jeff was silent for a moment, then suddenly started laughing.

"I told you he would react exactly like this," Doreen said to Jack.

Jack shrugged, "I don't blame him, the story is ridiculous."

"That was a pretty good joke, mom," Jeff said, "now can you tell me who he really is?"

"I'm not joking, Jeffrey," Doreen said with no hint of humor in her voice, "everything I just told you is true."

The smile faded away from his face when he heard Doreen use his full name, "That's not possible. If you two really were married in the 70's, then why doesn't he look older?"

Jeff turned to look at Jack, "You have to be between thirty to thirty-five. You're my age! You can't be my father!"

Jack sighed and looked to Doreen, "I think it's my turn to take over."

Doreen nodded and sat back, letting Jack tell the story she heard all those years ago.

"This is going to sound more unbelievable than the first story you heard, but stay with me," Jack began, "I was a Time Agent from the 51st century. I was also a con-man, but that's not important. I met a man called The Doctor and his companion Rose. I traveled with them for a while and we were caught in a battle with these aliens called the Daleks. One of them managed to shoot me and I was killed right on the spot. Then something amazing happened, I came back to life and my wounds were healed completely. The Doctor left me behind and I managed to get myself back to Earth, but I ended up in the 19th century. I may look like I'm in my thirties, but I'm hundreds of years old. From what I've been told, I'm a fixed point in time. I'll never age and I can never stay dead too long. I always come back."

Jeff sat in disbelief. He didn't want to believe an outrageous story like this, but no one was laughing. Neither Jack or his mother were smiling.

"You can't die, period," Jeff asked, wanting to clarify what Jack said.

"I've died several times," Jack replied, "I just can't stay dead."

Jeff took a deep breath, unsure of what he should say.

"You have his eyes, Jeff," Doreen said, "they're the exact same shade of blue."

Jeff's eyes looked back at Jack's. It was almost like looking in a mirror, Jack's eyes looking more aged than Jeff's.

"Okay, so if he is my father," Jeff said, turning back to his mother, "then you're saying I had to deal with a drunken man who insulted and abused me for years and I had to call him dad, when he never was my father? You're saying that nearly my entire life was a big, fat lie?"

"You don't think I feel guilty about that," Doreen responded, "I'm sorry I had to lie to you all these years, but it was necessary. I mean, what if Jack and I did stay together? Wouldn't look odd that I was growing older while he looked the same? You said it yourself, both of you look the same age!"

"And I already had my say about William Winger and what he did to you," Jack said, "I'm sorry it took this long to tell you, but I've been busy keeping Earth safe from alien attacks."

"Is that why you're here," Jeff asked, "you can't be here just to see us."

Jack nodded, "I'm part of an organization called Torchwood and we're here to investigate the animal attacks that have been happening recently."

"And my name," Jeff said, "you had to change it, right? To Winger."

"To avoid suspicion, yes," Doreen said.

"Also for your safety," Jack said.

Jeff stood up, "I think I should go. I need to let this all sink in."

He walked briskly out of the house, jumping into his Lexus and speeding off back to his apartment. He was suddenly glad that he bought a new bottle of scotch, he would need a stiff drink after this.

"Any word from Jeff yet," Shirley asked as the group reached hour two of Fellowship of the Ring.

Everyone shook their heads.

"I'm starting to think something happened," Abed said.

"I hope it's nothing bad," Annie said.

"What if he did meet his father guys," Britta said, "he probably wouldn't be up to joining us for a marathon."

"Well, if he met his father, I'm sure one of them ended up with a black eye," Pierce commented.

"Pierce," Britta scolded him.

"I meant that his father would be the one with a black eye," Pierce defended.

Annie's phone chirped, alerting her of a new text. She grabbed it quickly and read the text.

"It's from Jeff," Annie said, "he's not going to join us, he's not feeling well."

"I guess he got the black eye," Pierce said.

Pierce was oblivious to the five stern looks he was receiving for his comment.

"What does he mean he's not feeling well," Troy asked.

"He's probably angry or traumatized," Britta answered, "or both."

Annie's phone chirped again. She read the text quietly to herself before responding back quickly and getting to her feet, heading to her bedroom.

"What are you doing," Abed asked.

"Jeff asked me to go over to his place," Annie responded.

"Just you," Shirley questioned.

"Yes," Annie replied before going into her room to get her shoes and bag.

"Don't you think that's a little odd," Britta asked.

"Just let it go," Abed said, turning back to the movie.

"You know something don't you," Troy asked.

"I have a theory," Abed said, "that's why I'm saying to let it go."

"How did it go," Rex asked as he and Jack sat in their two bedroom suite, waiting for Gwen to comeback with take out.

"About as well as you would expect," Jack replied.

"That bad?"

"I don't think I'll ever hear from him again."

"Hear from who," Gwen asked, placing styrofoam containers in front of them.

"You should tell her," Rex said, digging into his Chinese take out.

"Tell me what? Jack, what are you hiding?"

Jack sighed, "I have an ex-wife and a son living in town. I haven't seen them in years and my son didn't even know me."

"You have family," Gwen took a seat next to him, "and you didn't tell me?"

"Before you even start, I saw them this afternoon. It didn't go well."

"I'm sure it bloody well didn't," Gwen started to raise her voice.

"Don't start," Rex said, "he's already having a hard time with this."

"Fine," Gwen popped a piece of lemon chicken in her mouth, still giving Jack an angry look.

"I told you she'd react like this," Jack said, glancing over to Rex.

"It's open," Jeff yelled to the door when he heard knocking.

Annie stepped inside, shutting the door behind her. She spotted a bottle of scotch on Jeff's coffee table with a third of its contents missing as she plopped down next to him on the couch.

"What happened, Jeff," Annie gave him a concerned look.

"I don't think you'd believe me if I told you," Jeff replied, taking another swig of scotch, "I'm still trying to wrap my head around what happened."

"Was your father there?"

"Yes, but...it's complicated."

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Annie said, "but why invite me over? The others are just as worried about you as I am."

"Because I didn't want to drink myself to oblivion," Jeff replied, "I needed someone to tell me when I had enough. It was either you or Shirley, but I know how Shirley's rage can be sometimes."

"Is that all?"

Jeff sighed, "I also wanted a friend who would keep me company and maybe when I've finally processed it, I can tell you what happened."

"It was that traumatizing?"

"You have no idea."

It was around 2 am when Gwen was woken up by a sudden scream. She hastily put on her clothes, grabbed her gun and stun gun, and dashed out of the room. Gwen ran into Jack and Rex in the hall, who were already off running. She sprinted off after them.

"You heard that too," Gwen asked between breaths.

"How couldn't you hear it," Jack replied, "it woke the entire building up!"

"It sounded like it came from the lobby," Rex said.

"Lift or stairs," Gwen asked.

"Stairs," Jack said, kicking the door to the staircase open.

After running down three flights of stairs, hopping over most of the steps, they barged into the lobby which was already being taped off by police.

"Let us through," Jack said as he approached the police tape.

"Who are you," The policeman asked.

"Torchwood," Gwen answered, "let us through we need to investigate."

"I don't know who you are, but I'm not letting you through," the policeman replied.

"We're special ops," Rex said, stepping under the tape, "now let us do our jobs."

The policeman protested as Jack and Gwen followed, but made no effort to stop them.

"Oh god," Gwen said when they finally got to see the bodies.

Two men lay bleeding out in the middle of the lobby, chests torn open and faces scratched beyond recognition. Once Gwen regained her composure, she kneeled down between Rex and Jack to further inspect the bodies.

"Same claw marks," Rex commented, examining their faces.

Jack turned to one of the victims, lifting up their shirt, "And the same bite marks."

"So, this is the work of our mysterious monster," Gwen said, standing up again, "but I don't see any tracks or any evidence of where they could have gone."

"Excuse me, who are you? Who permitted you to this crime scene," A red-headed woman in a black suit asked inquisitively.

"Captain Jack Harkness," Jack introduced himself, holding out his hand to the woman, "and this is my team. We're experts on this sort of thing."

"Detective Tracy Brown," The Detective glanced down at his hand, giving it a brief shake, "Experts? It's just an animal attack."

"It's not just an animal attack," Jack said, "this isn't a typical animal. It's something else entirely."

"Are you suggesting it's...not of this Earth," Tracy asked.

"I'm not suggesting, I'm telling you it isn't," Jack said, "is there anyway you can take some samples and run them in your lab?"

"Possibly," The detective raised a brow.

"Send the results here when you get them," Jack said, "we'll be in town for a while."