Wrong Place, Wrong Time
The Torchwood team are in the wrong place at the wrong time when the rift decides to open and now must find a way home. SERIES follows 'Déjà vu' but can be read alone.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters recognised from the show.
A/N: This is part of a series but can be read alone as the only carry over is my OC Luciana. For reference she is a young qualified doctor (looks younger then she really is) who Jack employed as a replacement for Owen (not that he can ever truly be replaced).
I know I really shouldn't have two unfinished stories on the go but my plot bunneh has nagged me to see what people's reaction will be and whether its worth continuing. Any and all reviews are appreciated!
Prologue
It had started out as such a nice day in the Torchwood hub. Well, nice meaning there was something to be done but nothing was particularly urgent and the rest of the time could be filled with idle chit chat or a game of cards. Not rushed off their feet but not kicking their heels, the Torchwood team where having a good day.
A rift alert had gone off a little past 3 that afternoon. The team had downed their coffees and headed out to see what the problem was, having nothing better to do. A piece of space junk, nothing special or even vaguely interesting, had landed smack bang in the centre of a cul-de-sac in one of the more well off areas of Cardiff. A whole lot of retcon later, along with a well placed burnt out car to explain the fiery remains of a resident's posh automobile and everything was once again wrapped up.
On the way back to the SUV everything had changed when a negative rift spike was detected, sending Jacks wrist strap into a near meltdown. Taking a glance at his 51st century technology he visibly stiffened, grabbing each of his team and pulling them roughly towards him, ignoring their protests as they bashed into each other.
"Grab hold of each other and don't, let, go." he yelled over the increasing noise of disturbed air, making a point to emphasise the final three words strongly.
"What's going on Jack?" asked Gwen, hearing the sense of urgency in Jack's voice. All protests had been forgotten, the fact that she had twisted her ankle as Jack pulled her in and that now she was loosing circulation in her fingers as he gripped her forearm didn't matter. Something had worried the Captain and he wanted them together.
Jack hugged them all closer, holding Gwen's arm tightly, with Ianto and Luciana pressed close to his body. "Negative spike." He said simply. It was enough. Only Luciana was unaware of Flat Holm but the sudden seriousness of everyone else, and their compliance was enough for her. She grabbed hold of Jack Harkness's waist and Ianto's arm, not complaining when her hair got caught in Gwen's zipper as she pressed herself into the group.
A flare of light engulfed the foursome, seconds later it was gone, leaving no trace of its presence or that of the men and women who had inexplicably vanished into thin air.
Jack Harkness awoke to find something pressing down on him, his mind flew to the worst case scenario, he was being buried alive, again. He quickly righted himself, throwing the material pinning him down away before taking in his surroundings. White, everything was snow white. He hadn't been buried alive, not intentionally anyway, he'd been partially buried under a snow drift. He stood up, brushing the powder off of his coat and trousers as he searched for two things, one, someone from Torchwood's alien fighting team, two, anyone else. Being unable to see anything helpful he set off in a somewhat random direction, calling each of the names of his team in turn as he went.
Gwen Cooper opened her eyes and discovered she was blind. No, not blind, just looking at a white world, white as far as the eye could see and further probably. Groping around as she pushed herself into a sitting position she found more snow. Nothing helpful, although worryingly a lack of any of the three people she'd fallen through the rift with. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, no signal. 'Well that was a bit hopeful wasn't it?' she thought to herself as she stuffed it back into her jeans.
Luciana Makepeace woke with a start as something cold and wet swept across her face. Opening her eyes revealed she was lying in the snow on a probably distant alien planet getting very cold in her more summery clothing. 'Shouldn't be too judgement I guess' she thought as she tucked her knees into her chest in an attempt to warm herself a little, 'it is my first alien planet after all. Why did it have to be such a cold one though? It was summer back in Cardiff, not even raining!'
Ianto Jones didn't wake up to discover himself lost in a snowdrift. In fact he didn't wake up at all, he lay face down in the snow after falling from the sky and hitting his head on the one rock in the area as he landed. A small red stain was appearing on the snow around his head but everything else about him was becoming whiter as the snow began to swirl, covering the unconscious man in a fresh layer of glistening white particles.
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