Captain Jack Harkness

It isn't the first time things have gone horribly wrong. But this is definitely new and novel, baffling and slightly terrifying.

Jack stands in the autopsy room, at the side of the gurney holding the dead body of Owen Harper. Dead... but not lifeless. Owen sits on the edge of the gurney, poking disbelievingly into the congealed bullethole in his own chest, and lifts two fingers to his own throat to feel for a pulse that isn't there. A sinister-looking metal gauntlet lays on the floor, forgotten in the chaos of Owen's miraculous undeath until Ianto scoops it up.

What did I do?

Things are getting out of hand. And while Jack doesn't know for sure who to call, his first choice - the Doctor - won't answer his phone. Fortunately, his second choice is no poor-man's replacement herself.

While Owen gets dressed, Jack steps to the side to make a call.

The city of Cardiff is eerily quiet in the aftermath of Abbadon's passing. Those who died beneath his shadow had their life forces returned once the demon died... all but one.

Captain Jack Harkness lies in the Torchwood Three morgue, cold as stone. Gwen sits at his side, waiting patiently for him to revive. But where he only took minutes to come back from the dead before, there isn't even a whisper of life from him now.

Lost without their leader, who they so recently betrayed, the team drifts in uncertainty.

It's Tosh who finds April's contact information in Jack's antique Rolodex, and gives her a call, not sure if this is a plea for help or a final death notice.

On Victor's end of things, it's been several months since the last time she saw Captain Jack Harkness. But for him, it's been much, much longer.

Reconnecting with old friends is always a work in progress, but Jack has finally recovered his ability to connect to her PINpoint number. And after the Hub is empty save for himself and Myfanwy, he sends along a message.

Hello there gorgeous! Fancy a meetup?

Every now and again, Jack stumbles over something else about being a leader that he doesn't know, and today is one of those days. While he'd known that Torchwood One trained their operatives in psychic shielding, he wasn't qualified to teach it himself, and psychic aliens are rare enough that it didn't occur to him that it might be necessary, especially with the high turnover rate of Torchwood Three personnel.

But today has reminded him that it's a very real danger, and necessary to shield against those sorts of intrusions.

He's in a bit better mood than last time as he calls the one person he feels is best qualified to teach this skill.

The little yellow farmhouse looks just the same as it always has, perched on the flat plains of Kansas amidst miles of cornfields. Though it's nowhere near a beach, the small agricultural community of Smallville has always reminded Jack Harkness of Boeshane, a tiny little place out in the middle of nowhere, with neighbors who looks out for each other and stay close together as a community with a shared, tragic past.

The year is 2041 - he double-checked, just in case something went wrong with the Nexus again, or his vortex manipulator. The little piece of tech was never meant to last more than a century without maintenance, but it's served him well so far.

Jack looks the same as he always has, plus a single gray hair or two, his ancient gaze the only sign of the two thousand plus years he's already lived. It's warm in Kansas this time of year, but he doesn't seem to mind the heat from his wool greatcoat, one of his only constant companions, as he walks up the dirt road towards the Kent farm.

It's been nearly a week since Jack's surrogacy came to an end. He's still a bit sore from the C-section, but at least he can deal with more advanced medicine than stitches, so he'll heal faster.

In any case, it's a relief to be back on the TARDIS. The Doctor knows where he's been, but the beauty of time travel is that Rose doesn't have to know why he was missing, or even that he was gone to begin with. He's not ashamed, he just doesn't think she'll understand.

This, however, is something that they'll both need to know about. "Hey Doctor, I found someone who might be able to help me with my little memory block problem," Jack says to the Doctor after their latest adventure comes to an end. "I could meet her elsewhere, but I feel the TARDIS will be safer. That okay with you?"

The Doctor look at him, considering. He doesn't invite just anyone onto his ship, and sometimes doing so has backfired on him anyway. But he knows how much this means to his newest companion. "So long as there's no dancing."

Jack chuckles. "No dancing, I promise. I'll give her a call."

It's been several months now since Jack volunteered to carry Victor and Cole's baby. So far so good, and he's even getting used to those weird fluttery feelings that often coincide with kicks.

What he didn't expect were the headaches.

It starts as a dull throb behind his eyes, something he figures will go away on its own before too long. He doesn't say anything, not wanting to worry Victor especially, but after a few days he realizes that the headaches aren't going away.

And they've gotten stronger, moving to the inside of his ears, like he's been standing in front of a speaker at a rock concert, sending a feeling of spikes into his brain.

There's only one person he can think to call, who might be able to help without alarming the baby's parents. He flips open his wristcomp and sends a message to April.

Can we meet up in private? -Jack

Jack enjoys his time on the TARDIS, he really does. And it's great fun to see just where she's going to take them next. But every now and then, it's nice to just be able to relax without worrying about Rose being drowned by shark people, and he knows a certain someone who could do with getting out and about more often.

He's got everything all set up on a massive stretch of beach that seems to go on for miles and miles, with no one else really around. He's wearing swimming trunks (since the Doctor has successfully instilled in him the habit of not going naked just because he can), and has a pair of beach towels laid out, with a big brightly colored beach umbrella staked in the sand between them.