"Morning Rhys."

Rhys looked at Jack through heavy eyes. He was quite sure that no one should be that cheerful at 7.30. Ever. Maybe he'd feel more awake after a shower.

"Mind if I borrow the shower?"

It wasn't so much a questions as a statement, and Jack waltzed into the bathroom, leaving a very tired Rhys standing in the hall in his dressing gown. A brilliant smell wafted down the hallway, Rhys could have sworn it was bacon; in fact it really was bacon! Letting his nose guide him, he stumbled he into the kitchen to find Gwen making bacon rolls.

"You never make bacon rolls just for me." He sounded slightly hurt.

"Well I've made you some this morning" Gwen passed him a plate with two gorgeous bacon rolls.

Rhys couldn't help but smile as the smell continued to fill every part of his sinuses. He took it to the table, sat down and bit into the first roll.

"Humm Humm, sooo good."

Gwen rolled her eyes and smiled. So easily pleased. At least it might make up for losing out to Jack for the shower.

"Oh, that smells good Gwen." Jack was washed and dressed and the showered seemed to have added extra show to his person. "I have missed bacon, protein packs are so not the same!"

Gwen grinned, and passed him his plate. "Ianto joining us?"

Jack put his plate down on the table. "I think so; he's just gone in the shower."

Rhys let out an exasperated sigh, and took a sip of his tea. "Bloody marvellous. He's better not take as long as you do."

"Hey, Rhys I'm sorry. You know that is a really nice shower you've got there."

"Hmm. Funny, I'm not sure I remember, I've waited that long to use it!"

"Come on now boys, it's too early to be arguing." Gwen put her arm round Rhys' shoulder and planted a kiss on the top of his head. He raised his eyebrows and returned to his cup of tea.

"Gwen! Can I borrow the phone?" Jack was up and out of his seat. Rolls untouched.

"Yeah, sure, it's on the side. Help yourself."

Jack stood tall by the window admiring the view of the garden.

"It's a nice patch you got yourselves here."

Rhys said nothing, but sulked into his tea.

"Hi Martha its Jack."

"JACK!" there was a gasp at the other end "Oh my god!" a giggle, "Are you, are you" there was a short pause "Are you back on earth?"

"Yes, yes I am. And I have a favour to ask."

"Fire away, I'm all ears."

"You remember Ianto?"

"Of course I do." The excitement in her voice, had been replaced with a tone of great concern. " You ok?"

"Hell yeah, well pretty much" Jack lowered his voice "Thing is Martha," the excitement growing in his own voice "he appears to be alive."

Silence.

"Martha?"

"Yep yep still here, but you, you realise that's impossible Jack."

"He turned up in Cardiff yesterday. Very much alive as far as we can tell, he seems very much himself, but he doesn't remember anything since the Hub blew up."

"Rrright."

"As far as he's concerned that was only yesterday. I mean obviously we've filled him in and stuff, but I really don't know what's happened."

"Wow, Jack. What is it with you and death?"

"Don't start. But talking of my previous experiences with death and return, I wondered if you could pop over and check him over, you know just in case. Give us some insight into what's going on?"

"Jack, Cardiff isn't exactly just round the corner."

"It's not miles away though is it? I'll get you a 1st class train ticket," he wasn't sure this would be enough to get Martha here right now, man he wishes she could still teleport, "and a classy hotel."

"Oh you've won me over Jack, how do you do it." Jack detected more than a hint of sarcasm in her voice, but he let it slip for the purpose of having in Cardiff tonight.

"Well hop on a train, and I'll pay you back when you get here."

"Now? Jack, I have work they need at least some notice."

"Well I'll call them too."

"Oh no you won't; an awol torchwood captain phoning them because he's borrowing their medic, I don't think so!"

"I'm not awol, I meant to leave."

"Whatever Jack. " Martha was laughing, "I'll sort it out and see you this afternoon."

"Looking forward to it"

He turned to back to the breakfast table, with a smile so smug it would make anyone sick.

"She's on her way then?" Gwen was smiling, she was really quite excited to have everyone back.

"Yeah, first train she can get on."

"Morning everyone." Ianto appeared through the doorway, immaculate in everyway. "Ooo, bacon, you spoil us Gwen, thank you." He pulled up the last chair at the table, and admired the rolls that sat on his plate.

"Right," said Rhys, "I'm going to shower and finally get to work." With that he left. Gwen watched him go, she knew the sudden arrival of Ianto and especially Jack was not something he was particularly enjoying. She also suspected that as much as she was excited about the possibility of a new torchwood, he was worried that he perfect life here with her and Carys was about to be torn into mayhem again. This time, she thought, things had to be different.

Ianto looked up from his plate with a mouthful of roll and found Jack just sat the other side watching him, no particular expression on his face. Ianto smiled.

"You ought to be careful Jack, the wind might change and you'll be stuck like that." Jack's gaze became more focussed and he lobbed a bit of roll with ketchup across the table. In looked set to hit Ianto's clean shirt.

"Mind the shirt." Ianto said intercepting the incoming threat with his hand. "It's the only clean one I've got."

"Oh dear," said Jack, a cheeky grin spreading across his face, "what would you wear then?"

Ianto decided to not to indulge Jack with a reply and returned to eating his breakfast.

"It's great to have the two of you back." Gwen smiled from one to the other.

"It's good to be back." Jack said. "I was thinking, we should really find ourselves a new hub, we can't go on operating out your spare room can we?"

"Well, it's done ok so far." Gwen sounded a little indignant. "I don't know how much work there will be for us, it's been really quite quiet."

"Well, we've got Ianto to investigate first, one job at a time." Jack was back leading a team; it didn't seem to occur to him that perhaps he should check he has a team first.

"Still here." Said Ianto through the another mouthful.

"Sorry" said Gwen. She sounded truly apologetic.

The doorbell rang, Gwen looked up, slightly confused, it was only just 8.30 who would be calling now? She heard Rhys answer the door, she couldn't quite make identify the other voice but it sounded male.

"You'd better come in then," Rhys said

The door shut, two sets of footstep came through the hall.

"Gwen. It's Andy." Rhys continued past the door into the bedroom, and Andy stepped into the kitchen.

"Morning," he sounded bright, "Oh hello Jack, thought you were long gone from here. Morning Ianto." He sat down in Rhys' vacant chair, pulled it in and lent his elbow on the table. The smile on his face was wide enough for two faces. "Not interrupting am I?"

"No, of course not." Gwen smiled, "always room for one more at breakfast."

"Breakfast? Awww I wondered what the smell was, don't suppose there is some left."

Gwen laughed, "No, but I can do you some, one roll or two?"

"Two, thanks Gwen, absolute saviour, didn't have time to get some this morning. Got this call you see, properly early, dog walkers up in that wood were we found Ianto." Andy paused to judge a response.

"Oh?" said Jack. That was all the encouragement Andy needed.

"Well you see its really interesting" he began, "not exactly the same spot, but about 200m further down the path they came across a whole pile of, well stuff, frankly. Some of it looks a bit electronic gadgetry; the rest is a mixture of rubble and bits o piping. Anyway they think they've found some loot dumped from a burglary, but I had a look and it's not your standard gadgets. Some of it looked familiar thought, still can't place it myself, but I reckoned it fell under unexplained events and thought you guys might like a look."

No one said anything immediately. Gwen was busying herself with the bacon; Ianto was rather relieved that the story about the dog walkers in the forest hadn't involved any strange injuries or abduction, or worse more missing people. Jack felt the excitement die, what was going to be interesting about a pile of junk?