My first Torchwood fiction in a long time. It's for the McFly Slash LJ Comm Crossover challenge. So using the names and faces of them, but don't let that put you off. It's completely Torchwood based. Please read and enjoy, prologue is shorter than the rest of the chaps =]
Prologue
I walked past the very same corner ever day on my way home from work. Never did I remember the big blue box that was there now. There was a bright white light on the top, a small door in the bigger door, a sign, something about police and pulling to open. The sign on top read "Police Public Call Box". I thought it strange, then decided that they occasionally filmed things on the road and discarded it as a piece of a really random set.
I hadn't lived in Cardiff for very long, not in relation to how long I had been on Earth at least, but work brought me here. Something about developing the Portable Scouting Decryption Matrix for a new company I've been hired by. Basically, it is a piece of decryption software that interrupts communication between individuals and sends it to whoever requires it. Basically, it's spyware. For the government. I prefer to call it Leechware, considering it attaches to a computer or phone and leeches the information from it.
It wasn't the best job in the world, it got incredibly boring, but it paid well. It's not like there are too many people in the world who can program something like this. I mean, I'm a certified geni-
Owh!
Some idiot in a pinstriped suit, followed by some guy in a great coat just bashed into me. But on turning around to shout at them I'd noticed they had disappeared. That blue box's door was just finishing shutting.
Were they hiding?
I decided that, considering they couldn't go very far, I would follow them into said box, without knocking. It was a Police Box, from my understanding I had a right to public passage. Upon raising my hand to push the door open, the skinny man in the suit opened it and pulled it shut behind him pushing me back out into the street.
"Hello! Sorry, terribly sorry. Didn't see you there," he pulled on his ear and grinned at me, looking me up and down, "Crickey," he said, pushing the door open slightly and calling inside, "Jack!" a muffled shout came from inside. Hang on, shouting? It's only a box!
"Doctor," he said in an American accent, coat now abandoned.
"Isn't that?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Oh," he half laughed and spoke to the American, Jack, over his shoulder, "We should go," he said in a quiet but high pitched voice.
"Yeah," with that they disappeared inside the box. I tried shouting at them, I hit the palm of my hand on the door of the box, but this whining noise started and it started to disappear.
"Holy…"
