Jack woke up the next morning, feeling as if he'd just come back from being dead minus the shattered glass feeling. He'd never slept so peacefully in his entire life and that, considering that was over 100 years, was a pretty accomplished feat. He didn't dream at all. Then again, his dreams weren't really dreams. They were more like memories that flashed before his eyes.

He felt someone holding his hand and smiled at the sleeping Welshman. They had both fallen asleep in front of the captain's desk. Jack wondered where the rest of his team was before realizing they probably went home after their lunch break.

Jack checked the time and mentally noted that his medic, techie and operative would probably be here in minute now. Time for a wakeup call. He chuckled mentally as he leaned over to peck Ianto softly on the lips. In time, it evolved into a full kiss.

"Good morning," Jack said with flirtatious smile. Ianto let out a groan as he stretched his slightly atrophied body.

"Time?" he asked.

"Almost nine in the morning. We've slept more than half a day."

"Come back to bed…"

"There is no bed Yan."

"Don't call me that."

"Only if you don't call me 'Sir.'"

"Wouldn't dream of it… Sir."

Just then, the sound of the cog door opening rang throughout the entire Hub. In a flash, Ianto was up and brushing his suit, trying to smooth out the crease.

"Good morning!" Tosh greeted with her usual happy smile. Owen just scowled while Tosh gave him a hard smack on his arm. Gwen simply grinned and waved to Ianto and Jack.

"This is embarrassing," Ianto muttered.

"Is it?" Jack replied and opened the doors. "Gwen, any word from your PC friend?"

"No not really. They've officially closed the case," Gwen told the team. "Said they found a stash of alcohol in the woman's room."

"Nice cover up," Jack complimented. "Kudos Gwen. Rift activity?" He looked at Tosh who pulled up the recent monitors for the rift.

"Um…" she said. "Not much. Small spikes, but that's about it. The normal stuff." The woman squinted at the screen. "Wait." Jack walked over to the computer as Toshiko zoomed in on the graphs. There was a small duvet in the line.

"Just a negative spike," Jack said. "They're always there."

"But only an aftershock," Tosh pointed out. "There're no positive readings."

"Which means whoever's doing it could possibly be covering it up with some alien tech," Owen proposed.

"No," Jack disagreed. "That would mean the tech would have to emit its own energy. To cover that up, you'd need more tech which would send out another signal and so on."

"So what you're saying is…"

"Someone's controlling the rift."

"But that's impossible," Gwen said.

"We fight aliens and you say that's impossible."

"A little girl is controlling the rift," Gwen said, staring right at her boss.

"We haven't established that it's her yet."

"But if she knows all that stuff then-" Gwen was cut off by the sound of her mobile ringing. She answered it and her eyes grew wide. "We'll be there," she said and hung up. Looking at the rest of the team, she told them, "It's Andy. He says the orphanage disappeared."


Owen tapped incessantly on the window. Even after periods of brief quarrels and sarcastically angelic pleads for him to stop, the doctor persisted and glowered under his breath every so often. Tosh even slapped him on the arm a few times and attempted to pry his hand away from the glass. "Why do we have to go visit an orphanage?" he murmured.

"Because it's disappeared Owen," Gwen shot back.

"Owen, are you hung-over?" Jack asked, his tone border lining between threat and cold-blooded murder.

"Me?" Owen asked innocently. "Hung-over? No way."

"Owen," the captain said sternly.

"What is wrong with you?" Tosh snapped.

"You know!" Owen snapped back.

Jack glanced in the rearview mirror while Gwen just muttered at the captain to ignore the sulking medic. "What is it?" Jack insisted, although his tone showed that he really didn't want to know anymore.

Owen sighed and just crossed his arms. Instead, Tosh leaned forward and whispered into the driver's seat. Jack immediately stiffened and gripped the wheel tightly. In a matter of moments, he slammed the brakes. The road was out almost in the country. A ten second stop wouldn't do any harm. "Owen," Jack began venomously, looking at the rearview mirror. "You are so lucky that I employed you." With that, Jack accelerated again and didn't speak the rest of the way.


There was an orphanage? Since when was there an orphanage? What was an orphanage? The green-eyed blonde called Maria was being questioned repeatedly, albeit nicely, by the police. She was the only one left. A wandering passerby had drove past, seeing the little girl there. The bystander had immediately called the police who arrived on sight in a matter of minutes.

Just then, that black SUV pulled up again. Twice in less than a week. That was a new record. PC Andy Davidson waited for the captain to approach him before gesturing. "Gone," he said simply.

"As we can see," Jack nodded stiffly. "Details?"

"Jack, massive readings," Tosh warned.

"Standard passerby sees the girl scenario," Andy explained.

"That's standard?" Jack raised his eyebrows.

"Well you know. Like in the movies."

"You watch too much TV," Jack told the police constable, repeating the words the Doctor and told Martha when the three of them hid away under the ground. Jack strolled out into the open to survey the ground the orphanage had previously stood on. "And the people?"

"Gone," Andy replied. "Just the girl left."

"This doesn't make any sense," Jack muttered. His team stiffened up. When Jack was in the dark about something this far into the case, it wasn't good news. He'd never been like that. He'd always had some crazy idea or plan that eventually got them through.

Suddenly, they could hear a couple of screams from the other officers on sight. Jack turned his head around and saw figures in the far distance. Two in fact. Human shaped. Once they got closer, Torchwood could see that this wasn't the case. Weevils. Standard Weevil behavior, appearing out of nowhere because of the rift. But then again, the rift didn't stretch this far.

"Jack!" Tosh cried as she calibrated her PDA. "Off the scale energy levels!"

"How off?"

"Enough for me to not even comprehend," Tosh answered. This was considered a big feat. There wasn't a lot that Tosh couldn't comprehend.

"OK," Jack clapped his hands together. "Standard procedure. You know the drill."

Swiftly, the trunk to the black Torchwood SUV flew open. The sound of six buckles from three separate cases could be heard. This time Owen actually had a universal sedative at hand. He broke of the safety tip and checked to see if the hypodermic needle worked properly. A little liquid flowed over the top and Owen nodded his head contently.

It took them no less than five minutes flat to subdue both aliens. Taking them back wouldn't be too hard. Their main problem now, on top of their current case, was how to Retcon six police officers. Quietly, Ianto slipped a packet of amnesia pills that had been grounded up into a powdered form. He surreptitiously slipped it into the open coffee container that the PCs were all pouring from.

"As long as they all drink from that, they should all forget," Ianto told Jack quietly. Jack nodded in response and held Andy back as the rest of the police force thought that perhaps a little caffeine could calm their nerves. Slowly, they began to lean against their squad cars and fall asleep.

"What did you do?" Andy asked.

"Retcon mate," Owen told the PC. He zipped up his medical kit and placed it back into one of the boxes. "Can't have anyone remembering. Except you, unfortunately."

In the back of the squad car, the girl, Maria, was whispering hurriedly and quietly. She repeated the same thing over and over again. It was a sequence of some sort of code. From their distance, the Torchwood team couldn't hear her mumblings. "How long has she been doing that?" Jack asked, pointing.

"Ever since we got here. We couldn't get a word out of her but that," Andy told the captain. "No idea what it means."

Jack knelt down in front of the open squad car door. "Do you know me?" he asked. Maria continued to mutter. "Do you remember me?" No reply. "Blaidd drwg?" the immortal captain tried. Still, the girl showed no verbal response. She did, however, turn her head to look at him. "Maria," Jack said firmly. "Do you remember me?" Still nothing. "What are you saying?"

The girl raised her voice by just the slightest decibel so that Jack could figure out just what exactly she was uttering. "Five point… four three four… -even. Five point six… one point… sig- even. Five point six point one point four three four sigma seven seven seven." The code was broken at first but soon the captain made out what she was saying.

He knew that code. He knew that code very well. In fact, he had typed it into the systems. It had very much saved his life, indirectly. It saved Rose's life more importantly. Rose and the Doctor, before he regenerated.

5 . 6 . 1 . 434 . Σ777

Drawing in a shuddering breath, Jack asked his final question. "Are you the Controller?"

Maria merely stared into the captain's eyes, mumbling the code. But those eyes. There was something in those eyes the tipped Jack off. There was no atrophy in them. She hadn't been hooked up yet. That meant… that the Controller-

And that revelation was what hurt Jack the most.


So here it is! Chapter 5! I'll be uploading a chapter a day. The fanfic's almost finished so...

Who else saw the End of Time on Doctor Who? And who else was pissed that Jack moved on so quickly? -raises hand- Alonso has funny ears. *pouts*
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