Hi Guys!

I decided to name my chapters to hopefully make it easy to find certain bits of the story if you're looking for them. I hoping to continue this story so I'm trying build in some plot as well as the characters relationships. Hope it everyone is still in enjoying, thank you so much for everyone who added me to their story alert or favourite story after the last chapter went up, its lovely to have you guys on board. Reviews, constructive criticism always appreciated. Rach Xoxo

p.s. obviously and unfortunately I still don't own torchwood. But the spelling mistakes etc are my own.

"Chinese or pizza?" Jack asked, as the hub door slid shut behind Gwen.

"Chinese" said Ianto. As much as he liked pizza he did think variety could only be good.

"One for Chinese, Martha? Mickey?" Jack asked.

Mickey looked up from the computer "Chinese is fine with me mate."

"Martha?" Jack called.

She looked up smiling, "Chinese sounds lovely."

"Chinese it is! Mickey see what else you can get out of those readings, Ianto I want to know everything there is to know about those pieces of hub. Martha? You coming?"

"Where?"

"For a ride" Jack said flashing a signature smile. "My wheels are fast."

"With you? Anywhere." Martha replied.

"I wouldn't take any of that if I was his boyfriend." Mickey chipped in.

Ianto didn't say anything, he tried to look absorbed in the rumble that came out the rift. A silence fell around the Warehouse. Jack and Martha left.

Ianto looked through his many boxes of rubble now organised by type and labelled with a tag which detailed their time of discovery in the forest and original entry to the hub. Looking at them like this it really didn't look like anything special, more like recycling waiting to go to the tip. Or, Ianto thought as he sat among the boxes, it actually looked like lots of jigsaws. A bit like Christmas day when he was younger and he and his sister had both received a jigsaw. The excitement of such a present was always in the unwrapping, neither had much interest in actually putting them together so eventually when his mum was watching tv and his dad was asleep on the sofa, the boxes lay untouched on the floor. Remembering the tiles that had spelt "Tor" in the rubble boxes from a couple of days ago, Ianto began putting together his giant multibox 3D jigsaw.

"Ianto?" Mickey stuck his head round the screen.

"Yes?" Ianto looked up, and brushed the dirt off his suit.

"Mate, look, I'm sorry about earlier, the boyfriend comment, I just well, you know it seemed funnier in my head."

Ianto smiled, "It's fine, really, don't worry about it. I've had worse."

"No but seriously," Mickey persisted, "you guys, you are, right?"

"Are what?" Ianto asked, no hint or suggestion in his tone.

"Together," Mickey inclined his head.

"We, we're," Ianto thought, what where they? The immortal and the return of yet another Torchwood member from the dead. Strange, that's what they were, wrong even! "We dabble." He said. After all that's what he'd told Martha when she'd asked, it was simple leave them to their own conclusions. Although to be fair a lot had happened since then.

"Dabble?" Mickey asked, looking like he was about to laugh, "I've seen Jack when he's 'dabbling' you ain't dabbling mate you're seriously swimming!"

Ianto looked back at Mickey eyebrows slightly raised.

"No, no. Don't be daft, not like that." Mickey took his hands off the keyboard and placed one on each leg. "I mean when I met him, back with the Doctor and Rose, you know he was a flirt, anything with a heart beat was game, and I mean anything. But with you, man it's different I think he really cares." He went back to his screen. "It's nice. It suits him."

Ianto wasn't sure what to make of this little exchange, as it was he didn't have long to think. Jack himself came bursting into the warehouse carrier bag in one hand, bottles in the other, coat flailing out behind him.

Mickey had the chair they had taken from Gwen's study and the other three found themselves a box or large piece of brickwork to perch on.

"Still hot." Ianto commented as he tried to balance his tray of sweet and sour without burning his leg.

"Why thank you," Jack replied, "not lookin' too bad yourself." He flashed Ianto a smile and followed it with a wink. Ianto just rolled his eyes and tucked into his food.

"If this is what it's like working for your Torchwood, this is definitely a plus," Mickey said still chewing his mouthful of food.

"You like?" Jack said.

"Yeah definitely." Mickey said adding another fork full to his mouth.

"Well, if we get this under control there's a job waiting for you at the other end if you want it."

Mickey nearly choked, "you serious?" he asked when he managed to regain his composure.

"Am I ever anything else?" Jack asked.

"Well," Mickey began and then seemed to think better of it. "Cheers Jack." He said.

"No problem, welcome aboard." Jack and Mickey both smiled. "You got much news on this rubble?" Jack pointed at the pile of brickwork he was sitting on.

"I couldn't see much at first," he began, "but then I started physically piecing bits together, like a jigsaw, and well, I've only done a few bits, but from what I've got so far it looks like most of it is from one place in the hub."

"Oh?" Jack turned his head slightly to the side in a sort of go on I'm interested kind of pose.

"Well, those letters we've got on the tiles, there are more of them, think I've pretty much got Torchwoo now. And then the stuff from the medical bay well there's a trolley and those rails that used to stop us falling into its pit. The rest of the brickwork's a bit more tricky. But I'm sure we've got a few sections of the water tower and I've definitely pieced together most of the lift that I was stood on at the time of the blast."

"Well," said Jack, "Now this is interesting, so what we need to know is how and why this stuff is falling out the rift, and how much more of it is to come."

Mickey placed his empty dish on the floor.

"I've looked at the timelines and I reckon there is only another 36 hours or so to go until all the spikes from the snowball have occurred."

"Snowball?" Martha asked, "Is that a technical term."

"Unless you know a better one!" Mickey offered, and then continued. "So there shouldn't be too much to go."

"What you're saying," Ianto began, "is that myself and some of the hub somehow got trapped in the rift in the snowball and fell out a year later? But we've seen what being taken by the rift does people. There's no sign of that on me? Is there?" He turned to Martha.

"No not at all," she said shaking her head a little, "I promise your exam was perfectly clear, I'd have picked up something like that."

"We know what happens when the rift takes people." Jack said reassuringly, "but you weren't taken. It looks like the explosion has in someway upset the rift and resulted in your replication together with a segment of the hub."

"So," Mickey began, excitement rising in his voice, "if the bomb forced you and some of the hub into the rift, perhaps you didn't actually get in, perhaps you just 'bounced' off?"

"And being a rift in time and space," Martha said, pupils dilating slightly, "you could bounce off anywhere in time and space, and you landed here, just one year later than before."

"That's a nice theory." Jack said.

"You don't think its plausible?" Ianto asked.

"I think a lot, but I don't know it's plausible and until I'm sure, I want to know exactly where each of these things were relative to each other at the time the bomb exploded. I also want to know what else is left to come. I do not want a bomb exploding in that forest and I can not under any circumstances allow a replication of myself come through that rift, that is a paradox I do not want to have to deal with. Understood?"

"Understood." Mickey and Ianto said almost in unison, both standing up and going back to their work.

"Ianto," Mickey shouted, "I've got the plans of the hub up here, can you come and show me the location of the stuff we've got and I'll see if I can come up with any patterns to their locations."

Ianto climbed out of what now looked like a model of the central section of the old hub, and stood by the computer with Mickey as they plotted the points across the screen. With time the screen looked like a 2 tone representation of what they had found. Places of items found marked with a blue dot, the architectural plans in red lines and the rest just black space.

"Ok," Mickey said, "So it looks like we've got the start of a sphere."

"A sphere is continuous," Ianto said. "It doesn't have a start."

Mickey looked at him. "What?! Ok, so it looks like we have parts of a sphere."

"Agreed." Ianto said nodding his head.

"What's that?" Jack said, "Are those the voices of progress?" He dashed over. "Nice work boys. So what's coming through next?"

"I'll need to run some analysis on the co-ordinate data before I can even begin to take a guess at that Jack." Mickey said.

"Right, well you keep on with that." Jack turned to go, "Martha, SUV now, we're going to pick Gwen up and see what's in store for us at the forest."

"Sir?" Ianto said, before Jack was out of ear shot.

"Ianto," Jack said turning back round, "I thought we'd got past that again?"

"Jack then," Ianto said, "I thought perhaps I should drive and you should stay with Mickey?"

"You have a reason behind that thought?" Jack said one eyebrow raised.

"Well, you said there might be replication of you, and I know so far its looks like it's just the shell of a sphere that's coming through, but you can never be to careful."

Jack considered this for a few seconds. "No that's a good point, and if the bomb comes through?"

"The car is said to be explosion proof" Ianto said with a smug smile.

"Then don't leave the vehicle."

Ianto turned to go.

"Nice touch by the way," Jack added.

Ianto's smile widened, Jack handed him the car keys and he offered Martha his arm as they left to get Gwen.