As usual, I don't own any of this really. Just borrowing them for the sake of an idea.

Britta groaned as her phone started ringing. She blinked at the small alarm clock beside her, 8:17 am. Her fingers wrapped around the phone, her blurry eyes making out Rex's number on the screen.

"This had better be important," Britta growled into the phone as she answered.

"I wouldn't call you if it wasn't," Rex replied, "and good morning to you too."

"What is it, Rex," Britta sat up in her bed, rubbing her eyes.

"There was another attack tonight in our hotel lobby," Rex said.

This woke Britta up, "Did they survive?"

"Unfortunately they didn't," Rex replied, "I'm calling to ask you to put together a map of all the attacks. You know this city more than us and I have a feeling there might be a pattern."

"Sure, I just need to buy a map of Greendale," Britta said, changing out of her pajamas, "You're lucky I live close to a 24 hour convenience store."

"We'll be over at your place in an hour," Rex said, "See you soon."

Annie ended up going home at nine that morning, having fallen asleep mid-talk next to Jeff on the couch sometime in the middle of the night. He had sprouted out some details about meeting his father and how his mother lied to him his entire life about who his real father was. When she asked about whether or not he would talk to him again, he only shrugged.

Annie left a note on the table before she went home, where she was bombarded by questions from Troy and Abed about what happened that night. Once she assured them nothing happened, they calmed down and presented her with a tiny problem of their own.

"Oh my god, Troy," Annie exclaimed, looking at his arm, "what happened to your arm?"

"There was this cat outside our window and I wanted to bring it inside," Troy explained, "but it scratched and bit me before ran off!"

Annie ran her fingers over the bite wound, noticing a slight green tinge on the outer edges.

"Are you sure it was a cat," Annie asked, "this doesn't look like a cat bite. And it's turning green! I think it might be infected."

"It was a cat," Abed said, "I saw it."

Annie mulled over going to the hospital or treating the wound itself. Besides the discoloration, it didn't look to serious. Maybe after treating it with antibiotics, it would go away.

"Come on Troy, I have some stuff in the bathroom that I can treat this with."

"Looks like there isn't a pattern," Gwen observed the map Britta had put together, "it's just random locations."

"I'm sorry," Britta said.

"Why are you apologizing," Jack asked, "it was Rex's theory, you just made the map."

"I'm just sorry it didn't help you," Britta said.

"It's alright, you did good on the map," Rex said, giving her a reassuring smile.

"So, I guess all we have to rely on are those lab results," Gwen said, "when do we get those results by the way?"

"We'll have them by Tuesday," Jack answered.

"Fantastic," Gwen said in a sarcastic tone.

That was when Gwen felt something brushing against her legs.

"Oh look at you," Gwen bent down to rub the cat's head, "oh you have one eye, you poor thing."

"That's Rufus," Britta said, "I have another cat too, Ronald. He also has one eye, but he's been hiding under my bed lately."

"You have two one-eyed cats," Gwen said, picking up Rufus, "the poor things."

"Well, at least together they're able to do anything," Jack chuckled.

"Thank you," Britta said, "finally someone agrees with me!"

"Shouldn't we get going," Rex said, looking to Jack.

"Right, I have some other business to attend to," Jack said, ignoring Gwen's side-eye to him.

"We'll keep in touch," Gwen said to Britta with a smile.

Jeff didn't have any plans for today. He planned on spending it in front of the TV, either watching movies or playing Call of Duty. What he didn't plan on was having Jack show up on his doorstep.

"Is this you trying to make up for lost...decades," Jeff asked when he opened the door.

"I just want to talk," Jack replied.

"So you are trying to make up for lost decades?"

"Jeff please. Can I come in?"

"No."

Jack frowned.

"But we can go for a walk."

Jeff closed the door, slipping on his boots and shrugging on his jacket. Once he put his keys in his pocket, he opened the door again and stepped outside. The two men began walking, remaining silent until they reached a crosswalk.

"I'm still finding it hard to believe you're my father," Jeff said, starting to walk again.

"I would be too if I was in your shoes," Jack replied.

"But why didn't you even think to call? Or write? Anything to let me know?"

Jack looked down, "To keep you and your mother safe."

"From what exactly?"

"I'm immortal. I deal with aliens and alien artifacts. I know a man called the Doctor. That's enough right there to gain interest from unsavory people."

Jack stopped walking, "Not to mention that people have died because of me."

Jeff halted and looked back at him, "How many?"

"Too many," Jack wouldn't meet Jeff's eyes, "I have a daughter who won't speak to me anymore because of what happened to her son, my grandson. It was my fault."

"So you thought reconnecting with me would make everything better?"

"You and your mother are the only family I have left, but maybe I am better off alone."

Jeff crossed his arms, looking up toward the sky.

"So, I'm putting my life in danger by getting to know you?"

Jack didn't respond.

"It's not any different being around my not-dad."

This caused Jack to look at Jeff. That's when Jeff suddenly realized they were still standing in the middle of the sidewalk, ten feet away from each other. He dropped his arms and turned to continue walking.

Jack followed behind him, "I plan on finding him when I'm done here."

"And? What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to make him wish he never caused harm on you or Doreen."

Jeff glanced over to him, seeing the determination on his face.

"Despite the fact that it took you this long to talk to me and that you have some blood on your hands, I think I can grow to like you."

Jack looked over to Jeff, a small smile appearing on his face. It wasn't much, but it was progress.

The study group met that Monday before class, all curious about how Jeff was doing after this past weekend.

"You were right, Shirley," Jeff said, "I needed to see him."

"How did it go," Britta asked.

Jeff glanced to Annie briefly. She was still the only one who knew some of the details.

"Turns out I had a completely different father," Jeff said, "and, though he's done bad things, he's not a bad guy."

"Oh, that's nice," Shirley said with a grin.

"So, no black eyes or anything," Pierce asked.

"No, there weren't any fights," Jeff said.

"Troy, are you okay," Abed said, noticing Troy slumping in his seat.

"I'm just tired, that's all," Troy said, resting his head on the table.

"Are you sure," Annie asked, "it isn't from that bite is it?"

"I don't think so," Troy replied.

"Bite," Jeff questioned.

"Troy got bit by a stray cat yesterday," Annie explained, "I treated it, but I think I should have taken him to the hospital."

"I just need to sleep," Troy said, "I'll be fine."

"There you are!"

The study group jumped, turning around and seeing Rex coming into the room, Gwen and Jack following behind.

"What are you guys doing here," Britta asked.

"There's been an attack in the cafeteria," Gwen said, glancing around at the stunned faces at the table, "Hello."

"Jeff," Jack nodded to him.

"Captain," Jeff replied.

"Woah, you know him," Britta asked.

"You know them," Jeff asked.

"So, you're friends with our liaison," Jack asked Jeff.

"Britta is your liaison," Jeff asked.

"Can someone tell me what the hell is going on," Pierce shouted.

Jack sighed, "I'm Captain Jack Harkness. That's Gwen Cooper and that's Rex Matheson. We make up Torchwood."

"What does this have to with Britta or Jeff," Shirley asked.

"Britta is my state-side liaison because of a deal we made to get her off a few government watch lists," Rex said.

"That's what you've been hiding," Annie said, pointing at Britta.

"You caught me," Britta said.

"What about you two," Abed asked, pointing at Jack and Jeff.

Jeff and Jack shared a look, Jack nodding to him.

"These are the people I told you about, Captain," Jeff said, "these are my friends. Guys, this is my real father."

"He's your son," Gwen said, looking between Jack and Jeff.

"Yeah," Jack answered.

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree," Gwen commented.

The study group stared at Jack wide-eyed.

"It's difficult to explain," Jack said, "but now that we got that out of the way, there has been an attack in the cafeteria and….is he okay?"

In the midst of confusion, nobody realized that Troy had been slowly sliding out of his chair and onto the floor.

"Troy," Abed pulled him back up, putting a hand to his forehead, "he's running a fever."

"My arm...it feels funny," Troy said, rolling up his sleeve.

Annie hopped to her feet, undoing the bandage on his arm and gasping at the wound. The area was swollen, blood weeping out of the corners and green tinge looking darker than it had the previous day.

"Jack, look," Rex pointed to Troy's arm, taking out a picture Britta had given them of one of the crime scenes.

Jack's eyes widened. Same bite pattern, same discoloration.

"Oh my god, one of those things bit you," Britta said in shock.

"It was a cat," Abed said.

"I don't think it was a cat," Annie said, "I knew it wasn't a cat."

"We need to get him to a hospital," Shirley said.

"Gwen, you stay with these guys and get him medical treatment," Jack went into work mode, "Rex, come with me. We'll go investigate the scene in the cafeteria."

Gwen nodded as he and Rex ran off.

"Who has a vehicle large enough to drive us back to the hotel," Gwen asked.

"Hotel," Pierce said, "I hardly think this is the time to go to a hotel."

"Too many questions will be asked at the hospital," Gwen said, "we have medical supplies stowed away in our room."

"My van is big enough," Shirley said.

"Alright, let's go."