Torchwood

To Begin Again

Alice looked around at the five shrouded bodies that surrounded her in the morgue, each one belonging to her friends and colleagues. She had been lucky to escape, but she didn't feel lucky being the lone survivor. It was the worst attack she had ever witnessed in all her years with Torchwood. With silent reverence she put the bodies away in their drawers and quietly left. She entered the hub, it was so quiet, too quiet the place was usually so busy and bustling, the silence was nauseating. Alice sat down to her type-printer she had to write up her report. A ringing joined the tap of her typing. Perturbed she stopped what doing to investigate.

'What exactly do you expect me to do on my own?' she asked the gauge that showed the rift was getting excited.

Alice sighed and headed to the phone.

'I'm going to need back up,' she said to herself, something was definitely brewing. Before it even rang more alarms started going off. Alice was definitely not amused, she put the phone down again.

'What now?' she said looking at the dials.

The latest activity was coming from the morgue.

'Oh god!' she said as she ran down there.

She tensed as she entered the room, she didn't know what to expect. But when she got there, there didn't seem to be anything wrong.

'If you are having me on…' she said turning to leave again but as she did something caught her eye. One of the drawers seemed to be glowing, she checked the files to find out about the occupant, she was surprised to see it should be empty. Cautiously she made her way towards it, she still had her gun on her and took it and held it ready. She carefully pulled the drawer open, it had somehow gained an occupant. The body bag was still glowing but it was slowly dissipating. Her hand was shaking as she put grabbed the zip. On opening it she found herself looking at a man in his thirties.

'Who the hell are you?' she said out loud.

'Doctor Own Harper,' he said as his eyes shot open.

She leapt back in shock, dropping her gun.

'How the hell did you get there?'

'I'm not awfully sure. It's not very comfy though.'

'We don't usually get complaints,' she said helping him out whilst eyeing him with great concern and picking up her gun again.'What do you remember before you arrived here?'

He contemplated the question for a moment, 'I think it might have been oblivion.'

'What?'

'I was dying, well I say dying. Already tried that once, can you die twice? Suppose you can…'

'Do you normally ramble?'

'You're a bit rude.'

'No I'm not, I'm just trying to understand what is going on here.'

Owen looked around the place. 'Here being Torchwood if I'm not very much mistaken.'

'Yes, you know Torchwood?' she said still suspicious of him.

'Should do. So who are you?'

'I…'

'Come on I've told you who I am.

'Alice Sutton,' she said with a sigh.

'Ok nice to meet you Alice, so where's Jack?'

'Jack who?'

'Jack Harkness, Torchwood's master and commander.'

'Nope never heard of him.'

'This is Torchwood 3?'

'Yes.'

'And you've never heard of Jack?'

'No.'

'Odd.'

'Yes you are.'

'Rude again.'

Just then another drawer started glowing