A/N - I am one of those who stopped watching completely about halfway through CoE Day 4. I know what happened, and frankly I could care less about Miricle Day. This is what I wished had happened.

The End is Where We Start From

Gwen watched as Jack pushed the buttons on his wrist cuff. He said he was going to meet up with an alien cargo ship. She couldn't believe he was just leaving. This was not the Jack she knew. The Jack she knew would continue on... would continue the fight. A bright light flashed and he was gone. She let the tears flow and sought comfort in Rhys's embrace.

It was an oddly sunny day in central Cardiff. A man walked down the sidewalk, pausing occasionally to check the numbers on the buildings in the business block. Finally, he turned into one. No one took notice. He was just another man on his way to work… probably a dead end middle management position.

Again, no one in the lobby of the building took notice as he waited patiently for the elevator. When the doors slid open, he stepped inside and pushed the button for the third floor.

A minute or so later, he stepped out into a beige painted hallway. The various office suites only distinguished by the numbers on the plain doors. Turning left, he walked about halfway down the hall, before pausing at one of the doors, producing a key and entering.

As office spaces go, it wasn't large, but it wasn't a tiny closet. The computer systems were all on and active. Everything seemed to be in place.

"Ah, you're here." Came a voice.

Looking up, he saw the familiar face of Ianto Jones. He was in shirtsleeves and carrying a clipboard.

Jack smiled. "Wouldn't have it any other way. I see it worked."

Ianto smiled. "Just in time. The anti-virus kicked in just as they were beginning to move the bodies to a more permanent morgue. That would have been a little harder to get out of." He said with a sly grin.

Indicating the room, Jack said. "You've been busy."

"Well it's a start. Gonna be a while before we're anywhere near what we had." The younger man said glancing around the room. He then turned back to Jack. "I'm sorry about your family."

Jack looked at the floor. "So am I." He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry about yours. You could have gotten closer with them, really had a family."

Ianto put the clipboard down and crossed the room. "I made my choice, Jack." He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in before continuing. "What about Gwen?"

"It's better this way. She has Rhys and the baby to think about." Then he gave his own sly smile. "She thinks I'm traveling the galaxy on an alien cargo ship. I'll check in on her from time to time."

Jack shook his head as if to focus his thoughts. "So everything up and running?"

"Yep, pretty much." Ianto paused. "What's all this about?"

"Torchwood was getting too public. It was too much like London. We needed to go back underground. Time for a new start."