A/N: I gotta say, Jack angst is really becoming almost an obsession for me. Its scary actually. And there are so many angsty Jacks to chose from. Anyone, for this fic its the Captain Harkness we all know and love. This has been my first experience with a persistent plot bunny: the one behind this fic would just not let go! I also felt like everyone was pairing up (Tosh/Ianto seemed to becoming closer friends, and of course Owen/Gwen) and that they were all forgetting about the little fact that JACK CAN'T DIE! I'm serious...if I knew my boss couldn't die I might be a little worried for his sanity. But thats just me.

Title: In Loving Memory of Captain Jack Harkness

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Summary: Jack stumbles upon a grave he was never meant to see.

Spoilers: All of Torchwood, just to be safe. All of the Doctor Who episodes with Jack, plus Christmas Invasion and Doomsday.

Warnings: Really bad attempt at a British accent. I'm sorry...but I'm American. I sorta tried, but I was so afraid of just butchering the accent I gave up. Looking for a beta (preferable British) who knows how to write with an English accent. If you don't know what shag and snog mean, then this probably it too mature for you. Slight language.

Please excuse the really slow beginning. I have a bad habit of rambling. See why I need a beta?

Torchwood had slowly begun to tear apart at the seams. It happened gradually at first, starting with Jack's harsh treatment of Lisa and Ianto, and was only fueled by his inability to save the Chosen child. But it was after their excursion to the countryside that things really took a turn for the worse. Ever since Lisa's death, there had been a cool, calm undercurrent of hatred directed at Jack from Ianto. Everyone felt it, and no one really blamed him for it. Everyone just ignored it and continued on. Tosh and Ianto had never been all that close; they were co-workers and occasional friends. But something about being trapped in a room filled with frozen human flesh brought people closer together. Tosh and Ianto had become friends, and had started joining Owen and Gwen on their excursions to the local bar after work. Everyone at Torchwood knew Gwen and Owen were shagging, and everyone politely stayed out of it. They acted no different at work, except that Gwen didn't look as disgusted when Owen casually touched her. All in all, the dynamics of the all Torchwood employees had been strengthened by the trials and tribulation they had undergone in the past few weeks. All except one.

They had never known all that much about Jack, only that he had been handpicked by the former Prime Minister. They also knew that he possessed more information about the mysterious "Doctor" then anyone else on the planet, although even that was stretching it considering no one knew that much about him. They only knew that he had saved the world thousands of times, could time travel, and had almost gotten the world destroyed as many times as he had saved it. They understood that the reason for the creation of Torchwood was to be able to defend earth without the Doctor, thereby eliminating the need for him. Jack had mentioned him casually once or twice, but that was it.

Despite Gwen's attempt to play mediator between Jack and the others, they were all starting to question his leadership. Although none of them disagreed that Lisa had to be killed, they thought Jack had been way too harsh on Ianto. They had also been horrified when Jack had willingly handed over the young child to the elemental beings. And sure, they had been grateful for Jack's well-timed rescue, but the ferociousness and almost joy that he had shown as he had savagely shot all of the villagers had scared them all. He had wanted to kill them, and enjoyed doing it. He hadn't even seemed surprised when the man had said he did it all, killed all those people, because he enjoyed it.

Every night before Owen, Gwen, Ianto, and Tosh filed out of the Hub and proceeded towards the bar down the street they always asked, usually by way of Gwen although occasionally it was Owen of Tosh, Jack if he would like to join them. He always said no, and they never pushed. Maybe if once they had actually sounded like they wanted his company he would have come, but he was smart enough to know that they only asked him out of politeness. So as his team went out and got drunk, and snogged, and shagged, and slept, he lived at Torchwood and spent the nighttime searching for any traces of the Doctor and beating the crap out of the punching bag in the fitness room. If Owen ever saw bloodstains on it in the morning when he went in life weights, he never mentions it. And Jack's hands never showed any marks from the pummeling they took, night after night, as Jack let his fury give way to feelings of blind hatred and loneliness and abandonment.

It was after a particularly bad night that his crew came stumbling into the Hub, slightly hung over yet still laughing and joking. Ianto was teasing Tosh for hitting on a cute guy at the bar last night, only to be completely mortified when his boyfriend showed up a few minutes later. Owen and Gwen were arguing about the most effective way to smack someone; Gwen said with your palm, Owen said with the back of your hand. They all mumbled a quick hello to Jack before heading towards Ianto who was handing out coffee, with Advil on the side. They all quieted down when Jack started to speak.

"The scanners picked up an unknown energy source emanating a few miles northwest. Its been steadily increasing, starting when the scanners first picked it up at 2 a.m. to few minutes ago. The energy strength seems to have stabilized, but the scanner still can't tell what the power source is. Its definitely alien, we just don't know what kind."

"2 a.m. Jack? Don't you ever go home and sleep?" Owen asked, stifling a yawn.

"No." Jack replied shortly, with a pointed glare. He and the others slowly shuffled out towards where the black S.U.V. was parked, and clambered into the car. Jack drove, using the car's GPS to direct them to the coordinates. They arrived, but saw nothing but a big grassy field.

"Well, nothing's here. I think we should go back to Torchwood, maybe take a nap or two. Or three. Or…"

"Shut it Owen. Something's giving off the signal; lets go find it."

They split up, Tosh and Ianto covering one area, Gwen and Owen another, and Jack on his own. They searched in silence for a couple of minutes, scanning the long expanse of grassy plain. They were on a hill, and form their vantage point it didn't look like there was anything around except the road, woods, and a store far off in the distance. Suddenly Ianto shouted out.

"There's something over here. Its…" Ianto trailed off, seemingly unable to describe the object.

"Well? What the bloody 'ell is it?" Owen asked breathlessly into his radio, as he and Gwen jogged towards Tosh and Ianto.

"Its…its…a grave. With a tombstone." Tosh said, hesitantly.

"Well? What does it say?!" Jack yelled into the radio, exasperation evident in his voice. It didn't matter what Tosh was going to say, because he now saw it for himself. Tosh, Ianto, Gwen, Owen, and Jack all looked at the grave, disbelief evident in their features. Unnecessarily, Gwen read out the first line of text on the tombstone.

"In loving memory of Captain Jack Harkness."

Looking for a beta (preferably British) who knows how to write with an English accent.