Hiya, so this is it the new version of Resurrection Gauntlet which will hopefully be actually finished, at some point. If your an old reader then welcome back and I hope you enjoy this one and if your a new reader then hi and I hope you enjoy this too. The old version is still on FanFiction if you wanted to see the two chapters I wrote before. So that's it, and enjoy.

Anyone who used to watch Buffy or Angel might understand my reference to what John calls himself in this, I felt this random urge to honour what brought James Marsters to my attention and also so you can see what I thought John might have been like when he was younger (John and Spike are so similar in so many ways lol I had to bring that to everyones attention :))

Enjoy and please review, good or bad.

"I've been looking forward to seeing you again Captain Harkness."

"No doubt you saw me coming." Answered Jack quietly.

The little girl sat before him, her tarot cards resting between her hands. "You want a way to bring your friend out of the darkness, Ianto Jones." It was fact, not a question.

"How did you guess?" Jack asked, trying to remain civil.

The little girl smiled softly, "you'll owe me another favour."

"Of course," Jack replied, "what is it?"

The girl sighed and selected the top three cards of her tarot deck, laying them out on the table, she examined them. "A glove, another one but this is different somehow."

"Somehow? How is this glove different?"

"I don't know," she frowned, "I can't see."

Jack sighed and rubbed his eyes, "where is it?"

"Would you use it though? After what happened before?"

"I want to bring Ianto back, so yes, I will use it. Regardless of the consequences I-" here Jack paused and cleared his throat, "-I love Ianto and I cannot spend the rest of eternity without him."

The little girl watched Jack's face, fascinated by the many emotions it displayed: love, hate, anger and desperation were but a few of them. She relented, "a man came three days ago and asked about it. Actually he asked about lots of things. One of them was how a Dr Owen Harper had become the, and I quote, "King of the Sewer Freaks" and another was what you had been doing since the 456 situation a few months ago."

Jack leaned forward, interested, "and what did you tell him?"

"Everything."

"Who was he? Did you get a name?"

"A name? No. Not as such. This man, this man who not controls life referred to himself as 'Captain Peroxide', but I don't know why, his hair was grey-brown."

"It wasn't always," Jack stared incredulously at the little girl, "we used to joke about it at the Time Agency. My god, he's back." He stood and strode quickly towards the exit.

"Wait!" The girl called after him, "who is he?"

Jack didn't turn, "John bloody Hart."

So this is it, first chapter done. Hope you liked it and I promise to try and update at least once a week but I rely on Rhedbird to pester me until it's done especially as I always say, yeah I'll do some writing, then I don't because I'm lazy. Review please!