Okey dokey, here we go. This story is second in what is probably going to be a series. If you haven't read 'Resonance' yet, I would advise you to do that. If you can't be bothered (and who can blame you, I often can't!), you may miss some of the finer points in this story. To cut they seven-chapter story down to bite-size level, basically after Tosh and Owen died Capt. John was working for Torchwood, and then they ran into a doctor called Jess who is somehow connected to the rift giving her strange and freaky powers, and she is now working for Torchwood. Obviously more than that happened, but I can't be bothered to write it all out. Go read it if you want to know that badly.
Disclaimer: I don't even own the laptop I'm writing this on! (Don't worry, I didn't steal it, it's my dad's.)
Vengeance
Wake Up Call
There was a phone ringing. That was the first thing to penetrate Jess's mind. She opened her eyes to see the green numerals of her clock telling her it was 2:30. She flipped open her mobile, read 'Torchwood' on the called ID and answered it.
"Ugh."
"Rise and shine, gorgeous, time for work."
"Piss off John."
"That's not rising or shining. Try again."
"It's half past two in the morning. Rise and shine are both still asleep, like most sane people."
"Yeah, well, the rift doesn't sleep. Something's up and Jack wants everyone in."
"OK, fine, I'll get up. Is Ianto there?"
"He never left."
"Oh, really? Hmm…"
"Why?"
"Can you ask him to make me some coffee?"
"Well, seeing as it's you…"
"Shut up and go do it."
"You really are pissy in the morning, aren't you?"
Jess hung up and dragged herself out of bed. She grabbed clothes and tied her hair back half-presentably. Some days I really, really hate Torchwood. I just hope this won't run all day.
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Ten minutes later she arrived at the hub, still half sleep. Everyone apart from Gwen were already in the boardroom. Ianto took one look at her and handed her a coffee. She smiled, and let the coffee wake her up. Jack looked agitated, and even though she'd only been working at Torchwood for three weeks she could guess that something was even more wrong than usual.
"Where the hell is Gwen?" Jack was getting impatient.
"Probably still asleep, sir." Ianto was the only one who could get away with saying that to Jack.
"Well, if she's not here soon we'll start without her."
"Yeah, and anyone who talks without putting their hand up first will be sent out."
There was a pause while Jess, Jack and Ianto all wondered why the hell they were working with such a madman, and then Gwen came bustling in, saying, "Sorry I'm late."
"If you'd been a few minutes later you'd have had to sit in the naughty corner."
"Shut up, John."
"Why should I do what you say, new girl?"
"Shut up, John."
"Now you're ganging up on me, Eye Candy?"
"Shut up, John."
"Jack!"
"No, seriously, shut up, this is serious."
"Oh. Sorry. Serious."
"We have a problem."
"Care to be a little more specific, Jack?"
"OK, what part of 'shut up' don't you understand?"
"The 'shut' part."
"OK, joking over, we do have a serious problem. There was a rift spike about an hour ago, and look at what the CCTV picked up."
There was the familiar red-gold glow of the rift, and from it walked two people. They weren't disorientated like some rift victims; they knew what they were doing. They were also both carrying guns. John leaned forward to get a closer look, and paled slightly.
"No way. It can't be."
"And yet it is. Think about it, John, if you could end up here why couldn't they?"
"We just don't get any luck, do we?"
At this point Gwen decided to voice her confusion. "Who are they?"
The person who answered wasn't who anyone was expecting.
"Time Agents."
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Why the rift often picked rooftops to deliver people to was unknown. The two Time Agents looked down at the sparkling lights of the city. They were unimpressed. They'd seen much better light shows in much better times. But with the Time Agency disbanded the final few rules taming them had broken free and they wanted only one thing in the city. To cause chaos. The pair of them, a man and a woman, both swept their eyes over the rooftops looking for potential targets. Somewhere bound to cause maximum panic. The woman completed her quick look and nodded at the man, who flipped open his vortex manipulator and set it to scan mode. The results made him raise an eyebrow.
"What is it?"
"It's picked up two other vortex manipulators in the city."
"Identification?"
"None. Either it's been too long for the memory to hold, or we haven't worked with them."
"We can't be too careful with others. It would be safest to eliminate them now."
"It's also picked up reports of a secret organisation, Torchwood, that monitor the city."
"Special forces?"
"Maybe."
"Well, we'll just have to eliminate them, too. We can factor all this in. Create some kind of emergency, draw in Torchwood and the others, and then deal with them all before we start our real fun."
"Sounds familiar."
"That's cos we do this nearly every day, idiot. Now, let's go. Work do to, lives to ruin and all that."
"Yeah. All that."
"Shut up."
I'm trying to write in a humorous fashion, and still keep up a good plot line. Tell me if you like/dislike/hate it. Reviews are like little rays of sunshine on this very wet day.
NEXT TIME: Find out who knows about Time Agents in Torchwood, see the chaos unfold and leave reviews! (OK, so I couldn't think of a third thing.)