Yep, this is how it all ends. I hope you enjoyed this offering.

Troy and Annie jumped up from the small couch when they heard the door open, grinning from ear to ear. However, their smiles faded when they realized no one else was smiling. Then...they saw why.

Annie's heart sunk in her chest when she saw Britta being carried in, but it fell into her stomach when Jeff was brought in after her. His clothing was torn and bloody, his skin littered with scrapes, deep scratches and bites. Annie could hardly see his face underneath all the damage it took. Troy's eyes began welling up as he glanced between Jeff and Britta. It was hard for him to see two of his closest friends in this condition.

"You and you," Gwen pointed to her and Troy, "feeling better?"

They slowly nodded.

"Good. You two are going to assist me with him," Gwen said, taking Jeff and going in the direction of her room.

"He's not dead," Troy asked.

"Not yet," Gwen said, "but if we don't start working on him, he might be. Come on."

They followed her quickly, helping her carry Jeff the remainder of the way to her room. The others stayed with Britta as Rex set her down on the couch, Jack getting medical supplies.

"Where's Jeff," Britta asked, strained, "he's not dead is he?"

"He's with Gwen," Rex replied to her, taking the supplies from Jack, "Annie and Troy are with him too. Don't worry, they're not sick anymore."

Britta gave him a weak smile, flinching when he rolled up her pant leg to examine her ankle.

"That's a nasty bite," Shirley commented.

"What happened to you guys," Abed asked.

"Jeff distracted the Grimalkins so I could run," Britta said, "I followed him instead. They were piled on top of him and I couldn't get him. Two of them found me before they returned to normal and attacked me."

"Wait, two of them," Rex asked.

Britta pulled up the bottom of her shirt, revealing a deep cut in her side, "Still got me even though I threw him off."

A phone began to ring, coming in the direction of the kitchenette. Jack crossed the room quickly and picked up.

"Hello?"

"Room 304?"

"Yes, this is room 304," Jack answered.

"There's a visitor in the lobby for you."

"Thanks, I'll be down in five minutes."

Jack hung up, going to the door.

"Who was that," Pierce asked.

"I think it's those lab results we asked for two days ago."

Detective Tracy paced in the lobby, folder in her hand, as she waited for the Captain to meet her.

"Detective," Jack greeted her.

"Captain," Tracy repeated the same greeting, holding out the folder to him, "those lab results you asked for."

Jack took the folder, glanced inside and tossed it over his shoulder.

"Wh-what are you doing," Tracy asked, both surprised and offended by Jack's actions.

"Does it always take you 48 hours to process lab results," Jack asked.

"Of course! There are several procedures we have to follow and-"

"And they all take too long," Jack laughed, "I don't need them anymore. My team and I got rid of what was attacking everyone."

"Really," Tracy was flabbergasted.

"Yep. It's all taken care of. Thanks for those lab results though. Very specific and thorough even though they were inconclusive."

"Maybe you can tell me what the creature was then if you've already taken care of it," The Detective inquired.

Jack motioned for her to lean in and step closer. He bent down, getting closer to her ear and smiled.

"You'd never believe me if I told you."

Detective Brown stepped away from him, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Now, if you excuse me, I have other things to tend to," Jack said, spinning on his heel and walking back to the elevator.

Two weeks later and Jeff's injuries are less severe. He's bummed about the bruises and scars on his face, but Annie assures him that guys with scars are attractive. Britta's ankle healed up nicely and for the first time in weeks she can wear her boots again, which makes the group groan every time she mentions it.

"We get it," Troy finally had enough, "you get to wear your high-heeled boots again while lecturing how sexist men are!"

"Does she always do that," Gwen asked, looking at everyone curiously.

"Everyday," Pierce answered.

"Every hour," Abed tacked on.

"Every minute," Shirley added.

The study group had accompanied Rex, Gwen, and Jack to the airport, wanting to talk with them one last time before they flew back to Wales.

"I am not that bad guys," Britta said, turning to Rex and Jack, "they're exaggerating!"

"Trust me, we're not," Troy said.

"I'm staying out of this," Rex said, holding his hands up.

"Good plan," Jack agrees with a grin.

"Fine, if you wanted me to shut up, you could have said so," Britta crossed her arms and pouted.

"Who said we wanted you to shut up," Jeff said, "we just want a change of subject."

"Okay, our flight leaves in...fifteen minutes," Rex said, glancing down at his watch, "We'll probably be boarding in five."

Gwen stopped just before they reached security, "And none of you can go past this point."

"I guess it's time to say goodbye then," Annie said sadly.

"You guys were amazing," Jack beamed at the study group, "especially you, Britta. I don't care what anyone says, you deserve to wear those high-heeled boots and call men sexist. You earned it!"

Britta blushed, grinning back at Jack.

"I thought you staying out of it," Jeff asked.

Jack gave a shrug in response.

"Hey Jack, if they did so well," Gwen started, "do you think, I don't know, maybe we could add them to our team?"

The study group shared a look of disbelief.

"Not now," Jack replied, "they're still in college. However, when they graduate, they know how to reach us."

"Good point," Gwen said, "or maybe they can run their own Torchwood facility here."

Rex looked at her, "How? There isn't a rift here."

"Actually," Gwen pulled out her tracker, hitting a few buttons before holding up the screen, "there is one. Three miles away from the town center."

Jack looked at her with wide eyes, "That's not possible."

"According to this it is," Gwen said.

"Can you explain what the rift is," Shirley asked.

The intercom overhead screeched above them, letting them know that boarding had begun for their flight.

"Maybe another time," Gwen said, "we have to go."

They hugged one another quickly.

"Captain," Jeff said, "keep in touch."

Jack nodded to him, "I'll call you when I land. Now go home, get some rest. You need it."

Jeff rolled his eyes, "Yes, dad. I'll go home and do that, dad."

The two men shared a laugh before they parted.

"Britta," Rex started, "next time I'm in town, would you like to get coffee with me?"

Britta smiled, "I'd like that."

"I'll call you," Rex said to her with a smile.

"Come on, loverboy, I'm not missing my flight," Gwen said tugging him into the security line.

The study group and Torchwood finally parted ways, the study group heading back to the parking lot and to Shirley's van.

"I'm really gonna miss them," Troy said.

"Me too," Annie chimed in.

"I think we all are," Jeff said.

The Torchwood team boarded their plane, Gwen getting the window seat with Rex and Jack beside her.

"I'm really gonna miss them," Rex said.

"Me too," Gwen chimed in.

"I think we all are," Jack said.