Story: Alpha Trinis
Chapter One: Torchwood
Word Count: 2,954
A/N- So yeah hopefully this little thing will make it to the top of each of my new chapters. Yay! Three cheers for organization! So yeah I finally watched all of Torchwood and now I'm obsessed. While the Doctor may show up in that last few episodes of this story(just because he's so flipping cool!) it will be mainly a Torchwood story.
In explanation of some stuff: First off, Ianto is not dead in this story! If they wanted to kill him and keep him dead they should have done it better than toxic air! Psshaw that won't keep him dead; he's too awesome for that. He may or may not die in this story, and if he does it will be epically awesome and involve saving the world.
Gwen: While Gwen may make an occasional appearance in my story she'll mainly be raising "Rhys Jr." (who I am yet to name and is actually Gwen Jr.)
Anita Becker: Anita is my OC for this story. She's from America and recently graduated from college, after which she moved to Cardiff in search of something new.
Cardiff, Wales: 0630 hours:
My alarm goes off. I smack the snooze button and drag my ass out of bed. I go for a jog, shower, and eat breakfast on the walk to work. It's like "Groundhog Day" except that I'm not stuck in a time loop and there's no exciting police chase. So I get up out of my bed and find something to wear. I pull back my hair lazily into a ponytail and strap my iPod onto my arm.
Cardiff: 0645 hours:
The air outside is cool in the early morning and I set off at a nice even jog. By the time I've completely zoned out, I have to turn back and head back to my apartment. I stop to catch my breath for second and head back on my way muttering the words to the song playing under my breath. So somewhere between the words 'Love is our resistance' and 'they'll keep us apart and won't stop breaking us down' something hits me. No I mean something; or rather someone just runs, smack, into me. If you have ever had the experience of being run down by an angry horse, well then, poor you. But since most of probably haven't then let me just say that when you're running and a fully grown man plows you down while he is running top speed it hurts like a bitch. So I'm just sitting there lying on the cobbles and I look up and there's this guy just pinning me to the ground. He has one arm under me and the other pressing my shoulders down.
"Moron!" I shout and push him off, "Watch where you're going next time!" I stand up and brush the dust off my butt.
He rolls a bit further than I meant to shove him but he gets up too. He looks at me and I glare at him. He's wearing a dark gray coat that falls to his ankles and looks like he walked out of the 1940's. I almost laugh but I'm not sure if he's crazy or not, and I don't want to scare him.
He stares at me, and then turns around again, "You're not the alien…"
"Look I realize this shirt ain't the best color…" I look down at my bright green top, "But where do you get off with call…" He holds out hi hand to me to cut me off.
"Look, I'm really sorry but I gotta go," He turns and starts to run off, but turns back, "I wasn't here." And with that he disappears.
Cardiff Greeting Card Company: 1000 hours:
I sit at my desk and stare down at the keyboard on my computer. I keep trying to type something but every time I try it doesn't sounds right. I am trying to write a sympathy letter, but I keep thinking about how much "love" actually goes into sending cards. I want to type 'Sorry about your grandma but she had it coming' or 'Hey person I feel obligated to send this letter to even though I haven't seen you in years and never actually met your damn dog. But yeah sorry Rover got run over.' I come up with nothing that sounds genuine so I pick up a CD and make faces at myself in the back of it. I turn it over briefly and notice I was supposed to download my ideas onto it. Shit that means I have to do work today.
Lunch Room in the CGCC: 1230 hours:
My best friend (more like only friend) Susan sits across from me talking about her boyfriend Gavin, and I'm just busy staring at the off white wall past her head. I've been distracted since this morning. Something was funny about the guy this morning, and it wasn't the dorky jacket.
"…and so he says to me," Su says with increasing intensity as though what Gavin said was more important than Pompeii. "Anita are you listening?" She leans forward to me as I toss a potato chip in my mouth and chew slowly.
I nod and swallow, "Yeah I was. Continue, what did he say?" I hadn't actually been paying attention as you know, but it was a safe guess she was talking about him.
She takes a moment to collect her thoughts again and places both hands on the neck of the bottle she was drinking from. "And anyway, so he just turns to me and says, 'I should ask your American friend first!'" She starts to laugh. I didn't understand the joke but assumed it would have been funny if I had been paying attention. I chuckle slightly to make her happy, but I stop.
I stand up and grab my bag and coat, "Oh, Su, have I ever told you how much I love you!"
She glances at me, "what…Anita, what are you talking about?"
"No time, I'll tell you later." I turn to leave but look back, "Listen, tell the boss that I, uh, got sick. Okay?" She nods and I leave.
Torchwood 3 HQs Under Cardiff Bay: 1245 hours:
"Ianto!" Jack walks in, takes off his coat and throws it over an old torpedo. He climbs through the porthole into the control room.
"Sir?" Ianto looks up from the computer to watch Jack enter the room. Jack tosses something to him and he reacts just fast enough to catch it. He looks down at the thing in his hands: it's a wallet.
"Look her up," Jack says before sitting down in a chair and sliding himself the length of the room to his computer. He spins slowly around in his chair and fixes Ianto with a grin. "And what did I say about the 'sir'?"
"Yes, Sir. I mean yes. Just yes," Ianto blushes slightly and turns back to his computer screen.
Jack laughs, "I like it when you get insecure; it's cute."
Ianto rolls his eyes "And right back to work." mumbles, "You want me to look up…" opens the wallet, "Anita Becker? What for?"
"As you said earlier, we're short staffed we could use another hand around here."
Ianto stares at the screen for a while, "And you were thinking we could defend ourselves with the great power of sympathy?" Looks to Jack, an eyebrow raised.
Jack stands and makes his way to Ianto's desk, where he leans on his hand to get a better look at the screen affixed to the wall. He scrolls through the thin file trying to find something useful. When he finds nothing he stands back up and crosses his arms. "Right." He thinks for a while just staring at the screen, "I'll be back." Turns away and goes back through the porthole.
Ianto stares after him. "Right. Alone again," mutters under his breath while he spins his chair in a circle lazily.
Cardiff Bay: 1325 hours:
I sit down at a little picnic table and look out over the water. I had that amazing revelation about the fact that he was American, but once I got out of work I had no idea what to do. Typical me. Always jumping before I know if the cliff is a thousand feet down or two. So I just walked to my favorite place and thought I'd sit here and think for a bit.
"Can I sit?" someone asks. It's an American accent. I look up and there he is; none other than Alien-Boy from this morning. Against any safety I know, I nod. He sits and we both stare at the water. I could have sworn the grass grew half a centimeter since he sat down.
"Who are you?" I ask.
"Captain Jack Harkness." He says before turning back to the water.
I sit for a while before I turn to him, squinting a bit against the sun, "Captain of what?"
He's silent for a bit, "No one's ever asked me that before." This time he didn't look at me he just kept him watch over the sea.
"Well I can't see why not. Someone introduces themselves as a captain and I wanna know what of. Seems pretty basic to me." I shrug.
He says nothing. I stare at him for a bit before looking at the concrete where I realize there is a party of ants crawling all around my foot trying to pick up the scent trail back to their home. I feel pity for them and slide my foot back out of the way.
"Nothing anymore," he says. I jump, having forgotten he was there.
I nod, "Alright…" I trail off not knowing what to say. The silence drags on for another long stretch again. I occasionally move or shift around my hands or feet, and he just keep his silent watch over the bay.
"Torchwood," He says.
"What…?" I say sure he's talking crazy again.
"Torchwood. I want you to come work for me in Torchwood," He leans forward onto the table and folds his hands. His coat folds up around the shoulder like all tailored coats do when you lift your arms up.
I stare for a bit, "What is Torchwood?"
"Classified. I shouldn't have even told you the name, but I think you could be useful," He said leveling me with a stare.
I look away, "What make you think that?"
He puts something down on the table. I look and see he had my wallet. "What the hell are doing with my wallet?" I go to take it back but he picks it up and pulls out a 50 pound note. "I could go to the cops you know."
"Oh but you won't," he says back.
"How do you know?"
He holds up the money between his first two fingers, "Because you have things to hide from them too."
I allow my face to fall slightly knowing he has figured it out.
"This is fake. It's very good; you almost had me fooled, but it's definitely fake," He stares at me then stands, handing the money back to me. He walks away. I follow him.
"How do I know you won't tell anyone about it?" I ask him.
"The same way I know you won't tell anyone about us," He stops and turns around to look at me. He's a good three to four inches taller than me I notice, this being the first time we were both standing.
"There's more than one of you?" I ask.
"Only two right now. That's why we need you," He keeps on walking and I keep on following him out of pure curiosity. It takes me a while to realize that he's walking down a dock. Like he's just walking down it towards the end. He's crazy I think but then he's gone, he just disappears out of nowhere. I stop and stare at where he was standing a few seconds before and he pops back up.
"I see you've noticed the perception filter," he says holding out his hand to me. I stare blankly at him but grab hold of it and walk forward with him. "people don't notice that we are gone unless they are looking for us." He looks over at me and wraps a hand around my waist, "Going down," He says with a smile.
I start to protest but the dock below me begins to descend slowly, "Whoa, Jesus." I start as the metal lurches beneath my feet.
Torchwood 3 HQs Under Cardiff Bay: 1400 hours:
Ianto switches off the CCTV as he hears the lift coming down and begins the lazy circles with his chair again. It is irksome to him that Jack was willing to hire anyone except him. It had taken him months to convince Jack that he was capable of the job.
I stare at Jack as the metal grate below us opens and he steps off, pulling me with him. We walk down a short tunnel and come to a small door. It was at best a rectangle but had rounded corners so it looked very 'Yellow Submarine". He twists the wheel on the door and it swings away from us. He pushes me through and I climb down the metal stairs. I can feel him following close behind. I look about the room at the base of the stairs and realize what I'm looking at are really old torpedoes. I turn around.
"Oh my God, we're in a submarine," I say, more just for the effect but I notice that Jack nods slightly. His arms are crossed over his chest again. All of a sudden I realize we must be under the Bay. I turn around to look at him again but he's not there. "Jack?" I shout stupidly.
"Come in here," I hear him shout.
I turn around and see another rectangular door like the first. I walk through it and look up to find the metal walls covered in papers and files. There are names and lists tacked to the walls overtop of pictures and information sheets. The far wall had a second hatch door that was covered with a large "T" composed entirely of hexagons.
"What is this?" I ask.
"The Hub. The new Torchwood three base. The old one was under the statue outside the Millennium Centre but it got destroyed when the 456 came. We did our best to revive this branch," Jack says with a gesture around the room. This is when I notice the other man in the room.
He steps forward and extends a hand to me, "Ianto Jones," he smiles and nods.
"Anita Becker," I shake his hand politely and he moves back to his desk and leans against it.
The computer by Jack beeps and he turns to read the screen.
"Weevil sighting, parking garage, downtown," He says and Ianto stands and grabs a set of keys off his desk. The two of them hurry by me. Jack looks back at me, "You coming?"
I nod and follow.
Somewhere Out There: Sometime out there on the TARDIS:
The Doctor looks up at his two companions, "So where to next for the Happy Couple?" He looks down at the controls as Amy glances at Rory.
"I'll go anywhere," shrugs Rory and follows the Doctor's motions with his eyes.
"What about somewhere fantastical," Amy says stepping forward, her wedding veil swinging with her motion.
The Doctor looked up, "You can go anywhere in the entire Universe and any time you want and you think saying 'fantastical' will narrow it down," laughs.
"Well, Doctor, you have broadened my horizons for what is special and what isn't," Amy says, "Show something magical Doctor."
"Alright but you get what you get," pulls several levers before the TARDIS begins to move, "That means no complaining."
All three of them grab hold of the consol as the TARDIS rocks back and forth violently.
The Doctor walks to the doors which he throws open, "Tada! The birth of a star." He opens his arms wide to show the whole of the creation. "Magical enough Amy?"
"Doctor…" Rory starts
"Death to the intruders!" Spoke the alien. An army of the same aliens moves towards the TARDIS and begins to fire violently on the blue police box. Amy runs forward and slams the doors shut against the deadly hail. "Doctor next time you try to kill us I will kill you myself." She shouts before realizing that he is stumbling towards one of the beaten up sofas strapped to the railings. "Doctor?" she says worry on her face. Rory runs to the Doctor and grabs his shoulder.
The Doctor sits down his face plastered with a grimace. "Amy, fly the TARDIS out of here, they can't get in but she dents like there's no tomorrow and…" He shouts loudly as his body begins to regenerate, "Rory, get back, go help Amy." He finishes with another loud yell.
Amy and Rory stare down at the TARDIS controls blankly.
"Doctor, I can't make sense of any of this," cries Rory.
Amy flicks some switches cluelessly and shoves in a red button. The TARDIS begins to shake violently. She makes her way over to the Doctor but Rory pulls her hand back.
The TARDIS is still shaking as violently as earlier by the time the Doctor gasps in a huge breath and looks at them excitedly.
"Oh, hello," he grins, "You'd be Amy and Rory." He runs a hand through his hair and raises an eyebrow, "I'm not ginger am I?"
Amy shakes her head.
"Oh well one can only keep hoping," He runs a hand through his hair again thinking it felt too familiar. He shakes it off as nothing. Looks around the TARDIS questioningly and turns to Amy, "You pushed the red button didn't you?" without waiting for a reply he walks forward and starts flipping, pressing and switching things. "Why would you push the red button? Who looks at a button when it's red and thinks oh goody a red button lets push it?" mumbles under his breath while running around the console like a mad man.
"Doctor, what's happening?" Rory asks tentatively.
" Nothing I can't fix," Says, flicking a switch, "Let's all just remember," toggles the switch back a forth a few times, "Not," presses a button, "to touch the red button," pulls a lever down, "in the future." The TARDIS ceases its attempt to rattle the brains out of its passengers and falls silent. "Alright things should be okay now," says as he pulls the screen to him, "No… oh that's brilliant." He runs to the doors and opens them. "Amy, Rory, Welcome to Alpha Trinis, the only star in the entire Universe that supports life forms."
A/N- Okay so some little note things.
1.) In case you didn't pick up on this the new Torchwood base is in an old sunken 1945 submarine. I was racking my brain for something that would be hidden and awesome so I came up with that. I think it's pretty cool personally. (and yes Tabitha the Hub is a sub)
2.) Yeah I realize my Jack is shameful. He shall be fixed. I just have to grasp his character better. He is deceptively hard to write.
3.) Same goes for Amy and Rory I promise you I will watch season five again to get them. Although I noticed if you say all of Amy's words from above in her accent they do sound lie something she would say.
Over and out- MG7
