A/N: I do not own Torchwood or any of the characters, I do not make any money from this.

This is a Torchwood story with some Doctor Who crossover in the first few episodes.

Knowledge of Torchwood series 1-3 is advised, and Doctor Who mostly where Jack interacts with him in canon. Also some knowledge of Matt Smith Doctor.

Chapter One: Heaven or Hell?

Jack yawned and stretched slightly squeezing his eyes shut before sitting up and pushing back the light blanket across his legs as he opened his eyes. Jack paused as he looked around him, in a confused state he stood up and double checked he was where he thought he was.

Jack was in his room below his office in the hub. Considering that the last thing Jack knew, he wasn't on Earth so this was a surprise, regardless of the fact that the hub had been destroyed.

Jack moved across to his wardrobe and saw that it was full of his clothes, the usual trousers and various shirts as well as multiple undershirts as well as random bits of clothing he had collected over the years, he shook his head as he noticed the lack of Ianto's suits.

Puzzling over the situation Jack hesitantly went up the ladder into his office, he was definitely in the hub, his office was exactly as it was before. Jack rubbed the back of his neck as he leant in the doorway of his office and overlooked the hub that looked exactly as it had previously. Jack wandered the hub startling when he spotted something near the cog door, he rushed over and picked up Doctor's hand in its container. "What the hell?" Jack said out loud in his shock, he had given this back to the Doctor ages ago, how was it here!

"Sir?" A lilting voice interrupted Jack.

"Ianto!" Jack looked up and saw the young Welshmen standing over by the coffee machine a frown marring his face.

"Is everything alright sir?" Ianto asked in excess professionalism.

Jack frowned, usually Ianto would drop the professional mask when they were alone, even if they were in the hub together.

"Yeah, erm sure." Jack stammered in his shock.

The last thing Jack knew was being in a seedy bar on the other side of the galaxy, trying to get over the recent events of the 456 that had destroyed his life.

Ianto was dead, more than that Ianto died a second time sealing the rift for the final time. Yet here he was standing in one of his impeccable suits, a black 2-piece suit and white shirt. Jack looked over him carefully, trying to decipher if there was a trick going on.

"Sir," Ianto seemed flustered and fidgeted, pulling down the sleeve of his suit.

"Ianto." Jack repeated in a strange voice wondering what was happening. He took a hesitant step closer before hurrying over to Ianto. "You're really here." Jack hugged Ianto tightly savouring the unique smell of Ianto, he belatedly realised that Ianto wasn't hugging back and Jack took a step backwards to see Ianto looking incredibly confused and shocked.

"What's wrong Ianto?" Jack asked softly, still trying to spot mistakes in this seemingly good piece of trickery, or very good unfortunately tame dream. He had heard of a few species that could manipulate people using their own memories, Jack's own guilt and despair over Ianto could provide enough of an attraction, so why was he acting so strange if this was a hallucination?

The cog door next to Jack blared and rolled open revealing Toshiko Sato, who looked startled upon seeing Jack, a light blush forming on her cheeks as she looked away.

"What?" Jack asked.

Tosh gestured to Jack who looked down, apparently in his confusion he didn't dress before leaving his room, at least he was wearing boxers.

"See something you like?" Jack grinned at Ianto as Tosh had hurried past in embarrassment.

Ianto was blushing lightly, but didn't look away to Jacks amusement.

As long as it was some fantasy of his own imagination, he was going to enjoy it. Maybe with some clothes.

Jack retreated back to his office and his room underneath to get dressed, once more wondering about the lack of Ianto's suits, if this was some fantasy or alien induced delusion, wouldn't it have been from the time where Ianto and he were in the high points of their relationship, maybe he was being punished, having Ianto so close but not being able to have him.

Jack left his office shortly after dressing, he took another look at the Doctor's hand, and it was definitely still there. He shrugged and accepted a mug of Ianto's coffee puzzled when the younger man simply gave it to him before disappearing. Jack sighed lightly, wondering if maybe he was in purgatory, if such a thing existed.

"God I feel like I've been run over by a truck. Where's my coffee tea boy?" Owen bellowed rudely from his desk, he must have arrived before Jack finished dressing.

Ianto gave Owen his coffee and retreated again leaving Jack puzzled once more.

The cog door rolled back once more revealing Suzie Costello, who dumped her bag at her desk shooting the others a greeting as she passed a shocked Jack.

"Sorry I'm a little late." Suzie apologised gently taking a hold of a few files from her desk and waving Ianto a thanks.

"Erm, sure." Jack muttered before backing away in confusion, where was Gwen? Why was Suzie here?

Jack went back to his office, there was too much happening, he accessed the CCTV records of the hub and watched as his team went to work except Owen who had put his head back on his arms and moaned.

Jack looked through the retrospective records, and saw that the previous night he had entered his office and didn't come out until this morning as he left his office in his boxers and looking confused.

"Is there something wrong? You've been edgy all morning?" Tosh asked gently as she entered his office, she seemed more skittish than Jack remembered.

"Was there any rift activity last night?" Jack asked instead.

"You were monitoring the rift, you said that last night. But I can check the logs."

"Please."

Tosh scuttled off, it reminded him of how she was before, before she got close to Ianto and really started to come out of her shell.

Jack shook his head in exasperation, this was looking more and more likely to be time travel than an alien induced hallucination, just to be sure he checked the time and date on his vortex manipulator as well as the computer. Well according to them it was 2007, only a few weeks before Gwen joined and Suzie died.

Jack sighed and stood up, if it was the rift, he needed to know so to get out of the way for when the Captain Jack of the timeline returns, but it begged the question as to how did it happen and where was the other Jack? Jack didn't remember any impromptu trips taken or mysteries occurring at this time, well until Gwen turned up at least.

"Nothing." Tosh said ten minutes later after checking the rift data carefully.

"Absolutely nothing? Let me look." Jack gently pushed her aside and took control of her PDA and double checked everything, there was absolutely nothing there, not even a flicker or a murmur of rift energy.

"Hmmm." Jack murmured.

"What's wrong?" Tosh asked seeing how this was troubling him. "The equipment is working fine." She double checked the calibrations and readings.

Jack didn't reply.

"What's going on boss?" Owen asked sliding his chair over. Suzie had also ambled over in curiosity, even Ianto who had tried to disappear into the wall all morning had wandered over to join in.

"Nothing, its probably nothing." Jack back tracked and flipped over the flap of his manipulator and used it to detect any recent time travel.

There was nothing, he fingered the ageing leather and the slight tear on the hinge, it was his old leather strap, it was destroyed in the explosion that took apart the hub, Gwen and Rhys uncovered the vortex manipulator in the rubble but brought a new leather strap to encase the VM, Jack loved the new strap it was darker and newer, yet here he had the old one, like the explosion never occurred.

If he had travelled in time he would have his new strap, Jack frowned and stood up kicking everyone out of his office, before going into his room under his office, he went into the adjoining private bathroom and looked at his reflection, he pulled at the corners of his eyes and looked over his hair. He was younger, not much considering how he aged, it looked like the 2,000 years buried alive by his brother had not occurred, he couldn't find that errant grey hair that had plagued him to Ianto's amusement, the corners of his eyes were slightly smoother, the tell tale beginnings of crows feet were gone. His hair was a different style, in the slightly longer way he wore it before he had cut it shorter, the last he remembered was having it cut in an almost military cut wanting those reminders of his losses removed. Yet one day it seemed like to him and his hair was longer.

Jack took a deep breath and made a decision going out into the main hub he saw his team still gossiping, "I'll be back in a few minutes, back to work, and that does include you Owen, quit slacking."

Jack turned and hurried down to the archives when he got there he groaned out loud.

"Damn it." He muttered as he realised that at this stage Ianto had barely sorted a quarter of the archives, he was definitely in hell.

"Need a hand sir?" Ianto asked as he stepped neatly to Jack's side. Well maybe not hell….

"Yeah, sure." Jack said ignoring the innuendo that had flitted to mind instantly, he quickly told Ianto the basic description and number of something that fell through the rift about 30 years ago. He never told Torchwood what the device did since it was harmless but in his case it could be useful.

Within the hour Ianto had found the item, Jack grinned at Ianto thanking him and left for his office.

Jack locked the door behind him, the device that he found would detect any of the residual particles associated with any form of time travel within the past few years, either his vortex manipulator or any type there was, including via TARDIS. Jack took a deep breath and scanned himself.

The results showed that Jack had not done any time travel, which confirmed that he was in his younger body from this time period, meaning he had not travelled with the Doctor or John Hart when he took Jack back almost 2,000 years in time. Somehow Jack's memories had gone into his younger body, somehow. Jack redone the test a few times to check before checking that the device worked using several items that had slipped through the rift as well as the Doctor's hand and they all confirmed traces of travelling through time recently.

Jack had sat in his office for the majority of the day pondering the impact of this. There were reasons you weren't supposed to know your own future, just by changing some little things could impact the greater world to an extent that you could never understand, sure the universe was sturdy that it could take hits, but there were many things that were fundamental, vital even to the continued proliferation of the human race, by accidentally denying them this would be catastrophic. The Doctor himself admitted that Torchwood played an important part of the future of human civilisation.

"We want to know what's going on." Suzie demanded as she burst into Jack's office later that day, the rest of his team filing in after her. She stood with her eyebrows raised, her hands on her hips staring him down.

Jack sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day. "What makes you think there's something going on?"

"Come on, you've been acting weird all day, running around in your boxers, which maybe is not so strange, but that thing with the rift activity, then whatever artefact you wanted from the archives, then hiding away all day, your behaviour is suspect, and the way you've been staring at Ianto all day is getting weird. If you really just want to shag him get it over and done with and get back to normal." Owen burst out clearly having held it in all day.

Ianto stiffened at the implication that Owen made and refused to make eye contact with anyone. It didn't help that Jack had hugged him that morning.

Jack looked at Ianto carefully, he then turned to peruse the rest of his team.

"So, what makes you think it's suspicious?"

"You're not acting like our Jack, you're different, but the same." Suzie said.

Jack merely shrugged and grinned disarmingly.

"Come on Jack!" Suzie yelled.

"I don't have to tell you everything Suzie, I'm the boss here." Jack said quietly.

Suzie dropped her hands from her hips. "Fine, then as your friend, we want to know what has bothered you so much, you're hiding from us, you can barely interact with us, it's like you've seen us die or something." Suzie tried to laugh it off but she saw the knee jerk reaction that Jack had. His face lost a few shades of colour and his jaw set as his body sat up straighter in his chair, trying to control the emotional response evoked.

"What? What did I say?" Suzie asked grasping onto the response Jack accidentally had.

Jack sighed. "I didn't say anything."

"But."

"Come on Suzie, everything's fine, just had a bit of a weird morning alright. I'm all fine now. I'm always fine." Jack drawled winking at her as he set them all at peace and gently pushed them out of his office.

Jack started on some background research, he had two theories, one he was the subject of an alien influence, creating a realistic scenario from memories or his imagination, although he considered that memory was more likely since he was much happier once Ianto and he were in an established relationship, before Tosh and Owen died was the best times of his most recent years. His other theory was that he had travelled in time, but not his body, that his memories somehow intact travelled through time and were absorbed into his younger body with seemingly no side effects.

Both theories created problems and it was sketchy how he could determine which it was and how to deal with the situation and although Jack really tried to sort it out on his own he knew that the best thing was to contact the Doctor who was the foremost expert in the universe, but if this was an illusion would the Doctor also be an illusion?

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