Author's Note: I don't own Torchwood. BBC does.

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A child from 1965 was in the tank with the 456. He was bald and had sunken-in eyes, but looked unharmed. And he was still a child. He should have been Clem's age give or take. They listened as the people in Gold Command selected their 10 percent.

Gwen said, "We've got enough evidence recorded here to destroy every person in that room."

Jack agreed. "And we can use it to force our way into Thames House. Finally, get face-to-face with this thing."

"And get your family released," added Gwen.

"Right, everyone know what they're doing?" asked Jack.

"What if I can't get Lois to agree to this, Jack?" asked Gwen.

"She hasn't let us down, yet," said Jack. "Rhys, OK?"

Rhys nodded.

"Rhys, you aren't Torchwood," said Owen. "You should be home. I wish I was home, but since I'm here, you will need a doctor, especially a doctor immune to Indonesian Flu or whatever else they throw our way."

"OK, you go," said Jack.

Owen threw Gwen a mobile phone. "With us going to Thames House, we're no longer under deep cover. I want you try calling Martha, again."

"Martha?" said Gwen.

A few nights ago, when his biggest concern was cleaning bathrooms and buffing floors, Owen was watching videos after work, and since he didn't sleep, he went through the bonus features and then the bonus features' bonus features to find the Doctor and Martha hidden on a DVD, which was odd to say the least. Those bonus features didn't make him all that confident about the Doctor's abilities. Then again, the Doctor might be onto something with this timey-wimey stuff, seeing Owen didn't see the bonus features until a few days ago and the DVD had existed for years.

"Martha has this phone," Owen explained. "She's able to reach the Doctor no matter where he is in the universe," Jack and the others were able to amplify this signal with the rift when the Daleks attacked. Gwen just needed reminding since she was there and Owen wasn't.

"But Martha isn't picking up her phone," said Gwen.

"Wilfred Mott," said Jack. "He'll have Donna's old phone, I hope."

"The phone number would be nice," said Gwen.

"My address book is gone with the rest of my stuff," said Jack. "The hub might have been your place of business, but it was my home. You have virtual phone books on the Internet. He lives with Sylvia Noble, his daughter."

Gwen started typing into the computer. "Do you have an address?"

"Martha would," said Jack.

"If we could reach Martha, we wouldn't need to find this Mott fellow," said Gwen.

"Sylvia's number is unlisted," said Jack. "But that has never stopped us before."

Finding a phone number was child's play to Tosh. Mickey Mouse was also a grade-A hacker, but he and Martha had gone off the radar.

"Children, Owen and I have a meeting to arrange," said Jack. "I'm sure the three of you can find one old man."

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Jack told the 456 that they weren't getting 10 percent of the world's children or any children for that matter and the 456 didn't take it very well to say the least. Owen watched helplessly as a pathogen was released into the air. The room went into lock-down sealing them in. The whole building would go into lock-down containing the pathogens.

"Jack, hold on," Owen said holding the dying man in his arms. "You can't leave me alone."

Then Jack's breathing stopped and Owen was sitting on the floor with a dead Jack on his lap.

"You're suppose to be dead," said the 456.

"Sorry to disappoint you," said Owen with new found courage.

"Why aren't you dead?"

"Whatever disease you threw our way, a portion of the population will be immune. People, whose ancestors lived in the ghettos of mediaeval Europe, are immune to the black plague and tuberculous because anyone who was able to catch those diseases wouldn't have had lived to have children." Owen had to play the best poker ever. Make the 456 reconsider their next move. Buy Earth a few more days. Enough time to find the 456's ship or ships and blow them out of orbit. UNIT liked to fire first and ask questions later.

The 456 did its best projectile vomiting.

"I'm a doctor," said Owen. "You should have that checked."

"Die," said the 456.

"You die," said Owen. "And if you want our kids so bad just try to take them. Don't expect us to do your dirty work for you."

Jack did their dirty work for them before. Jack, who should have re-animated by now. Where was that gasp and startled expression that Owen had grown so used to?

The 456 said, "You don't give us 10 percent of the world's children and you will die."

"I'm still here," said Owen. "And my friend is calling the Doctor. Have you heard of him? He eats megalomaniacs like you for breakfast."

"You lie."

"The Doctor." Owen had no way of knowing if the Doctor was reached. More poker. "Travels around in a blue box. I'm surprised you haven't heard of him. My sick friend is real close to him, and if he gets hurt, the Doctor won't be very happy."

Owen spotted a fire extinguisher on the wall. Breaking the tank would release poisons into the room; however, since everyone in the building and, possibly, the surrounding area was dead, Owen had nothing to lose. Everyone should have left the building when Jack announced that Torchwood was here. Hopeful, they did leave, making the causalities minimal. Owen banged on the tank with the extinguisher with all his might, but it was no use. A few scratches, but the tank held. Finally, someone with a hazardous materials suit opened the door.

"You're alive," said the man in the hazmat suit.

"No thanks to you." Owen wasn't alone in the world with only Jack left for company. Other people were alive. This man in a hazmat suit for starts.

"You need to get into that cage and kill the alien and free the child," said Owen.

"What about you?" asked the man.

"You have the protective gear." Owen didn't want to show all his cards, at least, not yet. "The TARDIS should be landing any moment. We can wait it out."

"How do I kill the alien?"

"Open the door, idiot," said Owen. "The Earth's atmosphere will kill it."

"You will be killed by the poison," said the man.

"But the children of Earth will be safe." Owen sat down by Jack and took his pulse. Still nothing. "You have to do this."

The man was looking at Owen unsure what to do. Owen couldn't tell the man that he didn't need to breath and Jack can't die without also telling the 456. "How's your friend?" asked the man.

"He'll be coming around any second," said Owen. "He usually isn't out this long."

"If I open that door, you will both be dead," said the man.

"Us or 10 percent of the world's children," said Owen. "I know what I would chose."

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Author's Note: I, finally, had Owen act. Banging on the tank with a fire extinguisher is so Owen. And the Doctor will be here next chapter or not.