Cardiff - 2002
Toshiko Sato had been working for Torchwood now for eleven months. Monitoring the rift in space and time which ran through Cardiff; she had seen and experienced things which she had never even believed a year ago. If it hadn't been for her illustrious boss Captain Jack Harkness she would still be sitting in that horrible cell in the UNIT facility, slowly rotting away in non-existance.
Running her fingers through her long black hair, she reached for the mug of tea which was sitting to one side of her work station. Things were quiet in the hub at one-thirty in the morning, the bubbling of the river and hum of the computers the only things breaking into the silence. Most people would find it eerie, but Tosh found this place oddly calming, it gave her a sense of safety in a world gone mad. She let out a deep sigh and leaned back in her chair, taking off her glasses and placing them on the desk before closing her eyes.
A soft whooshing sound behind her caused her to swing around in her chair and face the person in the shadows.
The breath seemed to leave her body as she lurched to her feet, eyes widening at the image presented to her.
Jack Harkness was standing in the middle of the hub, staring around in confusion before his gaze finally settled on her. That's when Tosh noticed what he was holding in his arms. It was a small bundle wrapped in a blanket and Tosh knew that it was a baby before she even started moving towards the Captain.
"Jack," she whispered.
"Toshiko." His voice held a warmth that she had never heard from him before, and looking up into his impossibly blue eyes she knew that this wasn't her Jack. "What year is it?"
"What?" she asked, completely baffled by his question.
"Tosh, please." He was getting desperate now, something that was almost like panic filling his eyes.
"2002 ... its 2002 Jack," she answered.
"Shit, I'm to late," he glanced around. "I've got something to show you."
With that he placed the bundle in her arms and pulled the blanket away.
"Oh Jack, she's beautiful!" exclaimed Tosh.
And she was, with a shock of black hair and dark blue eyes, the baby had a round chubby face and full lips that were pulled into a smile.
"Isn't she perfect," he said.
"Is she ..." Tosh didn't know how to finish the question, because it just didn't seem possible. "... is she yours?"
Jack nodded slowly and lightly ran his fingertips over the tiny babies brow.
"My own little daughter."
"But who's the mother?"
He gave a short bark of laughter and then took the infant back.
"He's nobody you know yet," he answered.
"He? But Jack that's impossible!"
At that moment the rift monitor started to go insane and Tosh turned to look at the screen, when she turned back around Jack was gone.
