Miracle Day- The Fight Begins- Part 2

Once Janet was in the car with Ianto and Gwen, Jack went over to the restaurant where Stuart Owens and his wife, Elizabeth Owens were having dinner. After talking with the Hat Check boy, Jack moved into the restaurant and spotted Stuart and Elizabeth scanning over the menue.

"Well, I suppose I should have the salad." Stuart was saying.

"I'd go for the steak if I were you, with a very large bourbon and a pack of cigarettes. Why not? We're gonna live forever, right? Courtesy of PhiCorp." Jack said.

"Excuse me, I think you're at the wrong table." Stewart said.

Jack scoffed. "You're Stuart Owens, aren't you? You're the Chief Operating Officer for PhiCorp Industries."

"You obviously know who I am or you wouldn't be here. The question is, who are you?"

"I'm a friend of Janet's. Your secretary? We met at a bar, the one you were planning on going to after dinner. Does your wife know?" Elizabeth stormed from the table.

"Elizabeth!" Stuart called.

"Don't go or we'll hurt her. My associates are holding Janet hostage. You need proof?" Jack hands Stuart his mobile. At the same time Gwen is holding the mobile up to Janet who is in a car.

"Hello? Who's there?"

"Help. Help me." We heard Janet's voice echo from the phone out the laptop.

"Janet, where are you?"

"I don't know. I'm in a cellar. They've got me tied up. They're hurting me, Stuart. Make them stop."

Stuart returns the phone to Jack. "What exactly do you want?" Stuart asks Jack.

"I'll let you know when it's safe to release her."

"Go get him." We heard Janet reply. From the car moniter, I could see Janet smirking. Jack stopped the call and put his phone in his pocket and sat down in the seat Stuart's wife was in.

"The truth." Jack said.

"About what?"

"The Miracle. How was it done? Why was it done? How can it be undone?"

"Why would I have the answer?"

"When the day came, PhiCorp was ready. We found warehouses stocked with painkillers waiting for the Miracle to come along."

"That's your smoking gun?"

"You're a man in charge. You knew it was coming."

"Mister-"

"Harkness. Captain Jack Harkness."

"Are you with the military?"

"Freelance. I represent the people who are trying to stop PhiCorp."

"So that security breach on the thirty third floor-"

"That was us."

"It's not me you're after. In fact, I've been trying to find out the truth just as much as you. I'm not a bad man, Mister Harkness."

"Captain." Jack growled.

"I'm not a bad man, Captain. I'm not a good one, either. I'm a middleman in every sense of the word. And faced with the thought of being who I am for God knows how long, I'm just as keen as you to find out exactly what's going on. Especially with the stock market threatening to collapse, a man like me needs insurance. You don't believe me. You think I'm the epitome of evil, the devil in a three piece suit."

"In my experience, that's how it works."

"You're experience must be rather simple. You have a rather archaic view of good versus evil, don't you?"

"Tell me who's behind this."

"I've been trying to find out. I've sent agents all over the world following the paper trail, the backroom deals, the holding companies within holding companies. That's when I came face to face with the true face of evil."

"The system itself." Jack said.

"Precisely. If the schemes and conspiracies are being plotted, then they must be seen only as patterns, waves, shifts that are either too small or too vast to be perceived. Someone is playing the system right across planet Earth with infinite grace, beyond any one person's sight. No, I'm sorry, Captain, but PhiCorp isn't controlling this. Profiting, yes, but this is part of a much larger design way beyond any of us."

"But how can you be part of it and not know what's going on?"

"Let me give you an example. These warehouses full of drugs, no doubt you'd love to uncover an incriminating memo dated the day before Miracle Day signed by me authorising the stockpiling of painkillers. The truth is, a pattern like that began say maybe five years ago with the systematic increase in production in random factories around the world, based on market share projections. What was the warehouse?" Stuart asked.

"Washington DC, Third and Boston."

"I'd imagine transportation of the drugs to the Third and Boston was then carried out over a twelve month period by, say, maybe five different haulage companies outsourced to seven or eight different independent suppliers."

"So that means everyone's to blame."

"Everyone and no one. Whoever is behind this, they don't show themselves. Not to me, not to you. But to play the system like this, the markets, the politics, industry, they had to be planning this for a very long time. I wish I knew who they were."

"I was told that the miracle involves geography. Does that mean anything?"

"No. But there is one word that my operatives picked up dating back to the mid-nineties and then erased."

Get out. The cops are coming. I typed.

"What is it?" Jack asked.

"The Blessing."

"What does it mean?"

"There was a document from Italy from a source inside the Council of Ministers, a contact then deceased. It simply referred to The Blessing. It said, they have found The Blessing."

By the time Stuart looked at the cops and back where Jack was sitting, he was gone.

"Esther, Gwen, Vera and Tosh." I said after Ianto, Gwen and Jack got back from the restaurant. "I need you four to find everything you can on The Blessing and it's relationship with Italy's Council of Ministers."

"Yes Ma'am." Vera said.

"Don't call me Ma'am. It makes me sound old." I told Vera who nodded. Esther, Gwen. Tosh and Vera went over to the computer system and started the research. I turned to Rex, Owen, Ianto and Jack. I smirked. "Want to make homemade explosives?"

I watched as Ianto snuck into Cowbridge Overflow camp with the eye-cam. contacts in. We watched on a laptop as Ianto set and placed the charges all over the module.

"This place is sick." Rex commented, watching from the couch. "I can't believe the governments would resort to this."

"That's why we are shutting them down. After this there are about one hundred or so left in the UK, all in different countries, then about fifty or so in the US. We have a long night ahead of us." I said as Ianto started the motorcycle that he stole and zoomed away as the explosives detonated.

After the first explosion, I transported Ianto in and out of different camps all across the country, leaving explosions after explosions in our wake.

It was three in the morning when we were finally done and Ianto and I appeared back in the apartment, exhausted. Ianto fell right asleep, curled up on the floor, next to Esther. I smiled at the two of them. I would totally try to get them together in the future.

Rex and Vera had one bed while Tosh and Owen had the other. Gwen had the reclinable chair.

I looked around and saw Jack still working on a laptop, sitting on the couch. I walked over and sat down next to him. We didn't talk for some time.

"Jack." I finally whispered.

"What?" Jack asked back.

"I'm sorry for leaving you like that. It wasn't right. Especially when I am carrying Amelia. It's not fair to you."

Jack closed the laptop and shifted so he could look at me. "Susan, everytime you do something like that I worry. If I'm not with you, I can't protect you. I can't bare the thought of something happening to you. You've already had to regenerate once. I don't to go through that again."

"I know. Jack, I'm so sorry, I just can't help it. When I see people in trouble or someone that needs saving, I will save them. It's who I am. I'm a Time Lady. The Last of my kind, besides The Doctor. When you're species in danger of extinction, you feel the need to help what ever species who needs help. And if most of the times it is the humans, then I will help them. The fact that I once was human makes me want to help them even more."

"I know who you are, Susan and I will never ask you to change that. I only want you to be safe. Next time you go off without warning, take me with you." Jack said.

I smiled and leaned into Jack, both of us getting comfortable, lying down on the couch. "Thank you, Jack." I whispered. "Love you."

"Love you too." I heard Jack say as I fell asleep against Jack's chest.

The next day, everyone was watching the projection of the news on the wall. "Flesh can burn. That's the stark truth facing the world today. We've known since Miracle Day that flesh can still burn. But today there's outrage-" The T.V. Reporter was saying.

"We did it. We're whistle-blowers. Every major news organisation. The world knows the truth now. Let the outrage begin." Jack said, hugging me.

"You really think it's that easy, huh?" Rex asked.

"The death of Doctor Jessica Parker demands a full investigation, but there will be no apology for the Category One process. Now, we exist in a permanent state of emergency. The White House stands by our disaster response as appropriate and as sanctioned by Congress. This is exactly what we would do in times of a famine or a plague or pestilence." The Press Secretary said.

It turns out someone besides us was investigating the camps and Doctor Jessica Parker was murdered to keep it quiet. That's what Tosh found out when she hacked into the government database while trying to find information on The Miracle.

"You see that? They should be shutting down those camps right now. They're just talking about it." Vera said in disgust.

"At least we've made it public." Esther says, crossing her arms.

"Torchwood wasn't designed to fight politicians. If we really want to stop this happening, we need to look at the bigger picture, find out what The Blessing is." Jack said.

"Yes, but first we need food." Rex told us. "We are almost out."

"Good idea." Jack told Rex. "Susan and Gwen can go get the food."

Gwen was about to protest when I shook my head no. She sighed and gave in.

"Gwen, let me get ready first." I headed to the bathroom to fix my hair when I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I quickened my pace and shut the bathroom door and felt a trickle of water run down my leg, good thing I was wearing a skirt.

Then I realized with a shock what the water on my leg meant. I was beginning the labor process… two months early.

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Reviewer:

Maren the fangirl: Yep, Janet definitely got her revenge :)