Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, Doctor Who, or Torchwood.
A/N: Life has been piling up and I haven't had much time to write or breath for that matter…this weekend is going to be better…I just haven't had much time to enjoy myself. I hate school.

Gwen stood with her mouth open and her eyes wide. Her stomach had sunk into the sub-floors. Jack was…gone. She hadn't left him for more than a few seconds, he was there one second and gone the next. Like he had disappeared into thin air, and she was in Torchwood, stranger things had happened. Jack was gone. Not ever-present.

Gone.

The door hissed open and joking laughter echoed up to her, but still Gwen stood still, horror etched into her face. Oh God, what would they do? What would they do without him, without Jack?

"Jack," Gwen questioned softly to the air.

There was no answer, of course there wouldn't be.

Her face was still stuck in a mockery of fear and surprise when Tosh, Owen, and Ianto practically skipped up the steps.

Gwen pulled herself together for one last ditch hope, "Did you see Jack on your way in?"

Tosh shook her head still giggling softly as she leaned on Owen, "No."

Owen quirked an eyebrow as he looked around the hub. Papers were scattered everywhere. Papers he was almost certain he and mostly the others had cleaned up earlier.

"I thought we'd tidied up in here! What's the matter?"

Gwen felt light headed, "Um…he was just here."

She froze, her fingers meeting to fiddle with each other, "Something's taken him. Jack's gone," Gwen decided.

Ianto frowned and set the tray of coffees down on a desk, "No. Jack wouldn't leave."

Owen scowled, "Well, it seems he has."

Tosh leaned over Owen's shoulder. He was looking at the video footage of the hub. The one corner in the hub that each member of Torchwood knew was invisible on the cameras: that was where Jack disappeared to. A corner. No doors, no secret passages, no grates to slip down into. It was a dead end. Dead end, but Jack was gone.

But there was something wrong. Jack looked elated. Jack had always smiled a lot, but this wasn't the same smile. It was the smile of a man going home.

He smiled and then he was gone. And Torchwood was lost. They had lost their Captain. The man who made the hard decisions. He was gone, and there was no way he could have gone. No rift activity, no nothing Captain Jack Harkness had disappeared into thin air.

Gwen was less than calm now, before there was a chance, "Tosh, do every scan you can think of. Owen, uh, help Tosh. Ianto, anything you know about Jack, anything in personnel files. We have to find him. Someone has to know where he is."

No one spoke. They just went off as they were told to do. No one wanted to argue. They all knew that they had to find Jack.

An hour, a battery of tests, scattered files, and several rounds of coffee later, they had nothing.

Nothing had come up from the tests, and Jack's personnel file, though supposedly existed, was just as missing as its subject.

The hub was dark, everyone had gone home. To drown their sorrow, fear, self-loathing in a book, a drink, a phone call home, or a cuddle on the couch.

Tomorrow was a new day. Maybe today was just a nightmare, maybe everything would be alright.

Tomorrow wasn't a new day. It was the same. Jack was gone. And everything wasn't alright.

"Andy," Gwen questioned into the phone.

"Something's happened Gwen, I didn't know who else to call," his voice cracked.

"Slow down, Andy, now tell me what happened."

"It was lurking in the holding cell at the back. Don't know how it got it in, oh Gwen, it's not human, it can't be!"

Gwen squeezed her eyes shut, no, it couldn't be happening. Not without Jack.

"Alright, Andy, I need you to seal off the area, and get everyone who knows about it in one area, don't tell anyone. We'll be right there, okay."

Owen sniffed at the carcass, one really couldn't call that a body anymore, it was in shambles. The worse part was, the weevil was trapped in with the body. It was knee deep in guts. Doctor Harper had to stamp down on his gag reflex. The weevil was smeared in blood. His jumpsuit no longer blue-gray but black-red, damning evidence of what had happened tonight.

"I'm so sorry," Owen breathed.

Tosh smiled at him as she closed up her kit, "What was that?"

"Nothing, do you have the spray? Might need two doses, this bugger has a taste for blood."

Toshiko hadn't seen inside the cell, "That bad?"

Owen winced at her nearly cheerful voice, "Worse."

"Oh," Tosh answered flatly as she handed over the canisters.

Standing she moved towards the end of the corridor. She could hear Gwen explaining what had happened to the homeless man. She could hear Ianto passing around cups of drugged tea.

Maybe it would be okay. Without Jack. Maybe the four of them could survive if Jack never came back.

The first day ended with a pizza Owen didn't have the heart to order under the name of Torchwood. It ended with hollow jokes. And every member of Torchwood was wondering what Jack would have done today. What jokes he would have told to make everything alright for a few minutes.

Instead Gwen had stepped forward, and Ianto. And Owen and Tosh had followed them, not ready to admit the loss of someone who had saved them.

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