Lost at Home
Disclaimer: Torchwood does not belong to me. I'm just temporally borrowing the characters.
White light was starting to pierce the darkness. It flittered in and out, slowly gaining clarity. Then there was red and pink and hints of yellow all dancing around in the blackness. Other colours, green and blue, joined and merged rolling together like the crest of a wave. Shapes followed, straight edges and curves. Then all at once there were objects and noise, overwhelming in their intensity, creating confusion and panic.
He gasped painfully, desperately sucking air deep into his lungs. As he exhaled he felt his stomach clench, causing him to retch noisily. Gentle hands rolled him onto his side as a green sloppy mess fell from his mouth and onto the floor. He shivered, becoming aware of the coldness around him.
Sights and sounds were jumbled, no beginning, no structure. The chaos was causing the agitation to increase, making breathing hard and sore as the raw air ripped along his windpipe, choking him, suffocating. It was becoming too much, everything from the whirling thoughts to the pain stabbing every inch of his body. His breath was coming in short gasping pants. Then, a hand on his, drawing his attention, giving him focus.
"Hush. Rest now."
The darkness again, blissful in its emptiness
"Didn't you look for him?" Martha Jones's voice was accusing.
They were in the boardroom now, discussing the recent developments. Gwen Cooper and Ianto Jones were sat on one side of the table, close together, for comfort. The events of the last few months had forged a tight bond between them. Ianto's face was unreadable, unlike Gwen's which wore an expression of amazement and shock. Her eyes had a redness to them and her mouth was slightly agape in disbelief.
"We didn't know," she breathed. "How is it possible, anyway? Jack?"
Captain Jack Harkness sat at the head of the table with his chin resting on his clenched hands. His eyes turned towards Gwen.
"I don't know, it shouldn't be. He shouldn't be here."
"But he is," Mickey Smith, the fifth and final member of Torchwood Three pointed out. He was sat beside Martha, his face showing interested curiosity.
"Of course, he's here. Why wouldn't he be? He couldn't die? He was already dead," the words were spat from Martha's mouth in Jack's direction. "You abandoned him, when he needed you. You just left him. How could you Jack? He deserved better then that."
"I didn't know. Tosh said it..."
"Tosh was dying. You should have checked. You could have found him sooner. Now God knows what he's been through. You failed him Jack." She stood suddenly.
Jack looked at her, "where are you going?"
She indicated the monitor behind him, "I have a patient to check on." She turned and left the room.
The others looked at the screen, where Martha's patient was lying on a makeshift bed in the autopsy bay. It appeared that Dr Owen Harper was finally waking up.