The Weevils have evolved - so have the Nostrovite and they want control of The Rift.
Torchwood 2025 need help from the present Torchwood - the future of the Rift depend on them.
Setting: I haven't seen TW 3 but I am guessing that The Hub got semi-destroyed and all 3 members of Torchwood survive. So my story is set after when The Hub has been rebuild. You'll see from my description's it meant to be much nicer!
Chapter 1
25th of March 2010
It was Ianto's first day off in months. Jack & Gwen had promised if they wanted coffee they would have a "Starbucks" day. They took advantage of a slow day at the office after months of increased rift and weevil activity. Jack had spent the morning with Gwen gossiping about some of the more useless managers and staff members in Torchwood's history. They were slightly giddy before lunch and decided not to brave the rain for a "star bucks' day" but to make an attempt at using Ianto's brand new and rather complex coffee machine.
"He'll never know" Jack asked looking to Gwen for reassurance. "How could he?"
"I don't know Jack?" Gwen murmured stepping away from the machine.
Jack briefly closed his eyes as he pressed the button.
25th of March 2025
In a small, grimy bar in the outskirts of Cardiff young twins performed a Britney Spears tribute act. Identical and gorgeous wearing blue air steward outfits. It was near the end of their routine. The sleazy men in the bar knew they in for treat, they readied their £20 notes, slouched back in their chairs and waited for the big finale.
The girls gave each side wards look before descending slowly, now barefooted into the crowd. They were given a nod from the men on the door. The doors were locked.
"Come here gorgeous" a particularly drunk man in his 50's slurred patting his lap. One of the twins walked towards him slowly, her slim shoulder's back, a curious look on her face.
"That's new" he laughed looking into her black poodle eyes. Freaky eye contacts love"
Before the man's face could even contort with horror the too young of a girl transformed. She still remained slight human characteristics but her hands had now turned into sharp talons, her mouth contained terrible fangs, her forehead was large and face contorted.
The twins fed, not because they were hungry but because they were sending another message to Torchwood. No one made it out alive that night.