Thinking about Fragments

A/N: This is set after all the flashbacks the team have in "Fragments" (series 2) showing what happened to them next. I'm doing this because I was wondering it myself, and I've finally got up the courage to write it down. Also, this is my first Torchwood FanFic, so suggestions are greatly appreciated!

Jack's Story

Jack looked around himself, stunned. He couldn't believe what Alex had done. Obviously, he'd seen people kill people before, and he'd done it himself, the same for committing suicide, but somehow he never thought it would come to Torchwood, where he'd practically lived for a century. He didn't know what to do. Could he run? Where would he go? This would certainly be a good time for the doctor to show up. He just did the only practical thing he could think of; he went over to a computer and did the rest of the team's final logouts. He then put the bodies in the morgues and set to cleaning up all the blood. By the time that was done, it was 3AM, and the rest of the country had probably passed out by now. He sat down and sighed. He knew he would need a new team. But how could he do that? He though back to how he had been recruited. No, he didn't think that was likely to happen again. He didn't know what he was supposed to do. All of his past bosses had just brought the new recruits in, and he had never thought to ask how they'd come across them. Again, another good time for the doctor to show up. He strained his ears, thinking that maybe, just maybe, if he hoped hard enough, he would hear the TARDIS, and he would finally see his doctor again. No such luck. He sighed, wracking his head for ideas. For the first time since he could remember, he didn't have the faintest idea what to do, or even what to think! He went to bed, thinking a few hours sleep might give him a plan, but he couldn't get comfortable: there were too many thoughts running around in his head. He sat down and tried to organise them, but it was useless, his brain wasn't functioning properly. He walked around aimlessly for a while until he was brought out of his trance-like state `by the sun reflecting off of the TV into his eyes. He decided to go for a walk, get some fresh air, hoping that would help. It didn't. He decided to wait until the bars opened, but considering it was only 6:30AM, it seemed like he had a long day ahead of him. He needed to talk to someone, but everyone he had ever known was either dead or on another planet, in a different time, probably not being able to care less about him if they tried. It was time like these when Jack wished he really could die, if he was dead, he wouldn't have to worry about anything. He was just be somewhere, slowly decomposing, until there was less than nothing left of him. Somehow, the thought seemed almost comforting. He sighed, and turned the TV on, but turned it off again almost immediately, the noise not seeming right in his cave of silence, although the silence was driving him mad. He had to speak to someone, anyone. Then he realised who he could talk to. He didn't like the thought, but it was his only sane one in hours. Or years, depending on how you looked at it.

He walked towards the bar, slightly worried that it would be closed. As he got closer, he saw, much to his surprise, that it was open, and flourishing. He walked in, took all the necessary turns, spoke to the necessary people, waited for what felt like centuries, but was actually less than half an hour, until he was finally face-to-face with the young(ish) fortune teller.
"I've been expecting you," she said calmly, "you must be very desperate if you have come to me."
"Do you need me to tell you that?" he half-joked, "I need to know what to do, and you're the only living person I know. Or can at least talk to." He stared at her pleadingly, "Please help me."
She dealed her tarot cards and stared at them. "You will do what you do alone for 3 years. Then you will recruit someone new. Then someone else the next year. And so on for 3 years."
"How will I know how to recruit though?"
She looked directly into his eyes, "You'll know."
He was about to ask when he would meet the doctor, or at least how many of these people he would've recruited before he did, but as he went to open his mouth, the girl nodded to her bodyguard, to escorted Jack away.

Jack walked back to the Hub in his trance-like stance state again, and stayed that way until he reached a desk, where he buried his head in his hands, and replayed what the girl had said in his head over and over again. He decided he would spend the 3 years until he met this new employee completely re-doing the Hub; new equipment, better style, and, most importantly, his own office.

A/N: Okay, I'm just gonna say what you're obviously thinking, that was pretty rubbish. If I get some (note that that means MULTIPLE) good reviews I might do the others. Until that nonexistent day, I will allow you to continue laughing at my awful story telling.