A/N: here is long one, It's a John's view so if you don't like him you can skip this without loss although I'm quite fond of this one, I just love crazy characters, always did.

Spoilers: Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang

Beta-ed: TattoedLibrarian

As he exited the Rift stream he felt like gentleman. It was an elegant way to travel through space and time. There was nothing of that headache and stiffness that his vortex manipulator caused. There was a quarrel before him and he approached entangled couple with mild curiosity, he liked to see a good murder from up close. He was a master of the trade but there was always something new to be learned. He was disappointed to discover that the attacker was just faking it. He hated cowards that made his victims feel less scared, less aware of severity of the world, reality of the threat, the closeness of death. That's why he let that man fall. He wasn't even appreciating his effort to bring him close to death, making him taste it. He just whined so he let him fall. He let the other one go. He was too easy of prey, he just wasn't worthy of his time, and he had more important errands to do.

Even before he crossed to this God forsaken place he already knew his bearings. His friend, the ugly fish, had died although that wasn't surprising. He had sent him to play the bad guy, beside which he could look innocent and trust worthy, but of course he played his part too well. No matter, he would rectify that with a slight change of plan. He would be a good and a bad guy, he is everything after all. He tapped at his wrist strap and smiled satisfied with the other signature in his circuits. He was here; his smell almost reached his nostrils all the way across town.

When his lost canisters fell through the Rift and ended up here he sent out his agent, the fish, to an earlier spot in space and time to research the place. It was best to know how to blend in some place and time, not that he bothered, but it was good to know if there were some serious adversaries or not. To his disappointment there was none. Even Grey's older brother, his own former partner wasn't home at that moment. Grey, to his annoyance, refused to disclose his real name so he was still just a partner with no name. That was the reason for Grey letting him come and claim his map to biggest treasure ever. If he found the treasure it would mean independence and leisure, Grey would be left behind in the dust; but now his wrist strap registered the kinder brother and John wasn't about to turn around and report to Grey. No he will strap that wild and delicious partner of his around him, take that map, find that diamond and snatch that piece of gorgeous ass for himself in front of Grey's vengeful nose.

It was fun to plan Grey's vengeance with him, but he thought that it was just a children's game, that he would snap as soon as he saw his older brother. There will be a waterfall of tears and nothing fun would be done. At least he told that to himself because even he was unease when he listened as though plans evolve. So he decided in a spur of the moment that he would be a saviour and protect him from his crazy brother Grey. Even if he didn't follow through with his vengeance, he would still ruin him of anything fun and easy, tears and remorse, redeeming attempts when time couldn't go back, it's just not fun at all.

He just needed a proper setting to revive their past.

The Reunion bar was the right thing to do so. Not just because of the name, but when he entered it had that feel of the places they used to hang out. He strolled down the bar picking out the good looking ones from the ugly ones before the gorillas came to escort him out. Then he decided he just didn't need anyone to stay. He was enough of a treat.

"Did I mention I was armed" he said with a sweet smile and enjoyed the sight of utter panic and running, the pretty ones running as much as the ugly ones. He liked it that way. It was amusing to play sexy but dangerous, it was just much more him.

He dialled but there was no answer. That was annoying but he left a message that couldn't be turned down and sat to wait, pouring a drink to keep him company.

When he entered it was even better that he imagined. Yes he was older but there was a feel about him, authority, seriousness, and plain sexy. He always managed to play sexy better than dangerous and it was best that way. It kept getting better when he snagged him; it was so good he had to punch him. It was an orgy of pain and competition, they were still a perfect match, punch for punch no backing down, and as fast on weapon as ever. After that words flew.

"What are you wearing?" he asked in wonder to his ancient clothes that would never fit into this era, it was just obscure and dull.

"Captain Jack Harkness" he introduced his new self, his new cover, a new lie "note the stripes."

"Captain John Hart" he decided in that moment matching his initials making them same as they were "note the sarcasm" he could never fool him with his high and righteous attitude, they were cut from the same cloth. John Hart, he thought reaching out to put on his new persona, dangerous Captain of the far stars that grew up on far Moon of Anderion who had four siblings and red headed mother

After that he lowered his front and had a drink with him, it all went well until he changed the pace for no obvious reason sending him away. The only reason John Hart could think of were those shadows on the glass. Jack, the persona that his partner was here, had put up his front for his team that had caught up with him. John made them show their faces and wasn't pleased with what he saw.

One short ugly man, other short but pretty female, maybe potential in bed, another taller woman, possibly slutty but too aggressive for real fun, and lanky guy with a cute face. That last one he hated immediately, it was just the type Jack here would drool about, nothing interesting on him except his face, hopefully he chose slutty one, she was a shag without further questions.

John's suspicions were confirmed when that lanky boy asked the partner question, of course he had to show him the nature of things, he wasn't the first one to bark at that gorgeous tree that hid himself behind Jack Harkness. John had forgotten just how good looking Jack-tree was, he wanted to jump him on the spot but there was a business to attend to, and diamonds always came fist. And that irritating boy was there.

Irritating enough, this persona Jack Harkness seemed immune to his charm so he let him fall back to familiar grumpiness, he'd win him over later on. He told them the story and all started to dance around to John Hart's tune. He just loved that. That little girl with brains showed potential, he would like see her strapped down or strapped between something. The other one smiled at him and he could see the appeal in her big eyes, he wouldn't mind for her to go down on him. It would be a nice appetiser for the big meal, but that skinny candy face distracted him from his fantasies with his towering over him, it wasn't sexy at all, he was all dry and flat, he certainly wasn't ready to please. That other short guy had just put him down, the only arousing thing he could do was bleed out. Then that Gwen girl really called him Vera, he hated that persona all famine and soft, and stood up to her boss, Jack. John turned to see the show of dominance and male power but he was cut short. Jack refused to make a show, to put her to the kneeling position she was made for. She couldn't really believe she was a match for two of them, that she could ever make a worthy adversary. Jack controlled himself, it was something new and it wasn't good. Maybe he would forgive her that puny illusion of greatness but he couldn't let go that she assigned his man toy with that child with no skills in bed.

As that boy with the face held his guns for Captain John he didn't have the guts to even look at him, he just wasn't man enough for a bullet or a knife. No he wouldn't kill him and make him a martyr, he wasn't worthy of that destiny that would be marked in his lover for a long time. Jack in any form had that sad devotion of regretting the dead. No he'd make him run and see the other deaths just to be faced with his utter defeat when he snatches Jack before those candy eyes of his. John smiled, he would consider letting him tag along on a leash if he showed any sign of charm or attraction, this way he'd just be left in dust.

It was all too easy. Kiss the bratty girl and leave her to die, she deserved nothing better than to die alone in the dark, no one challenges his lover and got away with it. Hitting the brainy girl was thrilling but she obviously wasn't built for hard love so she was of no use to him. That ugly companion of hers who played the cynical hero wasn't even able to play an animal in a trap and get some reaction, he just gave himself up with his arms spread, no attempts at real glory or bravery. No clean death for him. He shot him in the belly, which should bleed out nicely, at this time of night with no phones or equipment; there were nice chance of dying. John loved to gamble like that, to leave not knowing if he'd killed or just left damaged and scared prey.

Then again eye candy turned out to be a joke just like he thought he was; he thought there was some reason or purpose. He let him run and see death like he planned but he did see that last glimpse of pure rage that would kill John if he could. John could see appeal in that, energy that could be harvested while he was chained down full of hate. It just wasn't funny enough to make an effort, he would never yield, and there is no fun if you couldn't break someone. That boy had stubbornness John knew to recognize, he was damaged already and not surprised at all at the danger, he didn't even wince when he mentioned death and hurt.

It was funny really that the cute boy tried to warn Jack. John just had to say that he was stupid, he wondered how Jack didn't see that, but there were more important matters to attend to. He spread his cards, laying it all down before him. He thought he couldn't lose, after all he offered everything, and they did work well together. That good partner, in every sense, he hadn't got in years. It was going well until Jack started to ridicule him, to despise his life; more than anything he despised his skill, like it was just a false decoy. But John decided it wasn't important, Jack wasn't important, Grey was on the way to collect him and John wouldn't stand in his way.

"Canister" he returned to the important matter but then Jack just threw it away. It wasn't the fact that he threw it, it could be easily found and they both knew that but the carelessness, the lack of any connection. It was very clear that there is no future; that this was not just postponing to hump some pretty face, it was terminal closing, Jack had just sign him off like they all did eventually. He just wasn't going to take that so he just pushed him. It wasn't a big push; Jack was foolish enough to stand near the edge like there was no danger. He practically provoked him, even if they weren't fighting it was teasing to stand on the edge pretending it wasn't there. Had he gone completely soft or did he want to die? John watched Jack fall without regret; it was a nice fall, and quick death. He just loved to push people off the buildings, Jack should have known that. John slowly descended down postponing the pleasure of seeing him dead and still and forever his, he would be the last thing he saw, the thing he would take to death with him. There were many there who shared that view and there would be many more.

"Rehab didn't really work" he said to his unmoving body and was rewarded by silence, there was no contradicting. John took his wrist strap to open the Hubs door, but mainly as a souvenir, a reminder of him because he was a great lover and fun companion before he turned cold and distant.

As he touched his lips John thought it was a favour really, to give him this clean and fast death in which his beauty remained intact. If Grey did put his hands on him it wouldn't be pretty or a fast death. While his plans unravelled themselves it was harder and harder to say he'd diminish it to some reasonable amount of hurt and pain. Torture was never John's favourite class at the Time Agency. He'd done it but never with real pleasure, he liked death more than pain itself. Now that Jack was dead and Grey was robbed of his retribution John would have to stay away from him. Luckily universe was vast. Thinking of how hard was to spot Jack in all that. This was the only time when they could reach him. Before this it was like he was everywhere and nowhere in the same time, and after he left Earth it was like he vanished. Grey was happy with the fact that they couldn't find record of him dying anywhere, that meant that he could do it; he could delete him from existence.

John had really found him by accident. He was always fascinated by human history before they had left the Earth. He watched the movies, listened to the music, and studied murders and robberies. He switched to famous hunters of aliens and there he was, his picture smiling in that silly coat like he had no care in the world, just enjoying life. That picture had sent Grey over the edge and his plans became more and more disturbing. They started to research and then only time where there were some records of him was when he became Torchwood leader, before that he was just a ghost that would appear here and there. Grey had thought he had decided to rule that particular time, early twenty first century. That was only explanation for his constant appearance during the twenty century, arranging his appointment to Torchwood leader and killing all its agents. But then nothing happened, he just lingered like that, hanging in one time stream before disappearing again.

"I must have killed him" said Grey with unsatisfied voice "but he can't get off so easily. Why is he so content there? It must be because of the people, the people he works with. Send someone to find out everything about them, nothing has survived, not even pictures, he must have stayed because of them." Then he smiled. "They will die for that, they will suffer, all of them will suffer. That space and that time that he loves so much will vanish like it never was and all the random people he could love there will disappear in smoke and fire. Everything that ever crawled from their precious Rift will feed on them."

John was really a saviour of this place, of this puny little town, they would all live because he sacrificed his lover, and they should put a statue in honour of him. But it wasn't important there was a stone for him, a stone that would give him independence from Grey or any like him.

He was just about to assemble his map when they returned. That was quick, he was impressed.

"Beautiful and resilient" Jack just knew how to pick them. Eye candy looked more appealing with a gun in his hand; he looked like he could do rough. He did good leg work and got to them all almost in time.

"I'm afraid your boss is spread on the..." he was about to crush them and then make them join him but then he appeared all perfect and unspoiled "pavement."

He smiled at him alive as ever.

"Well that's impressive; you could earn a fortune with that show in the Vegas galaxies." They would always come for more to figure out his trick.

It was hard to take when he said there it was no trick that he couldn't die. John's mind worked fast to find his way out of this situation offering them half of the diamond, like he wouldn't find a way to get his way out of that. He saw Jack dead; there wasn't a doubt about that. Then it clicked, he died and then revived and all the pain and trauma was there. It opened whole world of pain and pleasure that Grey could get out of it. Of course Jack agreed to the money so he got to open his map finally.

"There never was a diamond" the woman said and he shouted in despair.

"There has to be a diamond. It was all about the diamond" he cried. He's done whole this epopee just because of it, the seducing and killing, messing with Grey's plans, everything. Then a bomb attached to him and they were ready to just sit by and watch. Even Jack asked why he should help John. No he won't die like that without fight. He grabbed that loud woman that refused to die from his poison; they cared about her, and handcuffed himself to her.

He was unpleasantly surprised by her when she grabbed him and led him to their death without a fight or fear, just plain spite and determination. She was scary, willing to die, he wasn't willing to die. He always wanted to go fucking but that was out of reach, all those beautiful creatures outside of the window moving while he rushed towards his ungraceful death.

"What is the use of a team if you don't get last minute saving" he shouted while that pretty face counted down seconds. Then he got his last minute, or more second, saving and it was ungraceful as everything here. He ended up with their DNA inside of him and he felt disgusted by that, he didn't like them one bit anymore. They witnessed his defeat and he was ready to go. Before he left he gave Jack a parting gift. He said he found Grey hoping he would follow him and leave this place where he was just a sitting duck for Grey's plans. John could keep him safe and running, but he didn't take the bait and he just stayed there waiting for his death and that of his friends. It was a pity really, but John wasn't going to stay around and witness it all. He'd stay away leaving the pleasure of unending pain to Grey. Maybe even he'd feed his hunger with Jack's undying nature, but John wasn't ready to see that. One death per person was enough for him and he already got his kick by killing Jack, he didn't need another shot of that.

It would be nice to hear comments on this one.