Hey guys this is my first fanfiction piece ever! So i would love you very mucho if you could read it and tell me whether it is good or completly and utterly diastorus! So yeah thank you for you support and I hope you enjoy! Rated T for later scenes!
DISCLAIMER: I would like to own Doctor who just as much as anyone esle would do... But I don't.
Prologue
The sound of the rain could just about be heard from inside the dark building, the building was completely empty, the workers having left hours ago, except from one person, she sat in the chair in chair, one hand drumming her fingers on the table, the other fiddling with something around her neck. The clock in the corner struck twelve, she counted each "ding," each one making the whole in her heart seem to grow that little bit bigger. The room was suddenly left in silence again. Five years. Five years since he had left her... or had she left him. A solitary tear ran down her face as she scribbled a note and left it on the desk. Looking around her desk one more time, she picked up the suitcase next to the desk and left. She had made her choice.
Meanwhile in Torchwood three Cardiff, Jack was in his office finishing off some old paperwork when he heard the door of the headquarters rolling open. He got out of his seat and walked towards the door to his office. But by the time he had got there he could already hear it closing. As the siren wails faded away he could distantly hear the sound of heels clipping down the corridor. He sighed in relief It must of only Gwen coming back to get something she had forgotten.He smiled to himself, pulling the door to his office ope and manically running down the stairs. He grabbed his coat that was lying on the nearest computer desk and pulled it on. He started towards the door before deciding to try and beat her out of the building. Jack rose up the moving step unaware of the computer beeping informing him of rift activity. Up above the building a person behind jack materialised into thin air just as Jack appeared. He was too busy trying to look for someone, whereas she was too busy trying to forget.