Rift Storms

AN: Well, I thought that Torchwood/Misfits crossovers were far too rare and decided to make my own. I don't own either of the two shows, I'm just doing this for fun. I've taken a few liberties with the timelines, but this fic should fall somewhere in the second season on both Torchwood and Misfits. There will be strong language and violence (Obviously)


Nathan was having a bad day.

It had started off decently enough, apart from the mind-numbing tedium of community service of course, but at least there hadn't been any run ins with axe-crazy probation workers, brainwashing cults, ghosts, werewolves or any of that other whacked out bullshit that had nearly taken over his once normal life since the storm. To make matters better, he had managed to go a week without being horrifically killed in any way, a feat which he thought deserved some celebration.

After he was done with his community service for the day, he had gone to a bar and met this incredibly hot (and, slightly more important, incredibly drunk) girl who he would usually have absolutely no chance with, but was just drunk enough to be willing to sleep with him.

All in all, things were going pretty good. He hadn't felt this lucky in a long time.

That should have been his first warning. Because of all the things Nathan Young was (handsome, dashing, and incredibly funny), lucky just wasn't one of them.

He and the girl had been making out quite vigorously in the alleyway behind the bar when it happened. He had just begun inching his hand up her skirt when she suddenly gasped and stared, wide eyed at something behind him.

"Oh my God- What the Hell is that thing?" She muttered in a fearful, urgent whisper.

He really shouldn't have turned around.

He really, really shouldn't have.

He did anyway.

And this was the precise point which his day took a sudden turn from 'good' and landed straight in the middle of 'absolute shit' territory.

There was some huge, freakish thing snarling in between him and the main street, trapping him and the girl that he was quite positive he would no longer be able to have sex with in the alleyway.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Nathan groaned. "Can't you come back later? I'm kind of in the middle of something here."

The girl (what was her name again?) looked at him like he was absolutely crazy before running at a near inhuman speed towards the back exit of the bar they had come out of, and before Nathan could follow, that thing lunged, flashing its shark-like teeth. Nathan leaped out of the way, landing quite ungracefully in a pile of trash.

"You are one ugly bastard, did you know that? Were you born that way or did you have some kind of freaky plastic surgery accident?"

The thing only growled in response, staring at him with beady black eyes, and Nathan began to think that he really should be running now.

He didn't get a chance too though, as the monster lunged, sinking its teeth into Nathans forearm. Nathan screamed in a distressingly unmanly fashion as he felt his bones crack between the creatures inhumanly strong jaws.

Through the haze of pain and panic, Nathan had a brief moment of clarity as he realized quite definitely that this was NOT going to be a pleasant way to die.

Well shit.


The worst thing about working for Torchwood, apart from the near constant mortal peril and the complete destruction of one's social life of course, was that once you had tasted Ianto's coffee, everything else tasted like absolute shit in comparison. Owen had used to actually like Starbucks, and he hadn't even minded instant either, but now, on the odd day that Ianto was sick and therefore unavailable to make coffee, all those alternatives seemed entirely unappetizing and he would inevitably find himself in a crappy mood for the rest of the day.

This was why he was not exactly in the best of moods when he found a cup of hastily prepared instant coffee sitting on his desk that morning.

"What the hell…" he muttered, as his brain reluctantly processed the image before it.

He knew that Ianto was there, he had seen him coming in, so why on earth was there a cup of instant coffee on his desk?

There could only be one explanation as far as Owen was concerned.

"HARKNESS! Get down here this instant!"

"Is something wrong, Owen?" Jack Harkness appeared from his office, carrying his trademark blue greatcoat on his arm.

"What is this?" Owen demanded, pointing to the offending cup.

"That's coffee, Owen." Jack deadpanned.

"I know damn well that it's coffee, Harkness, that's not the problem. But it is quite clearly instant coffee, and since I know that Ianto is here today, there is no reason for it to be here. Look, I don't have any problem with the fact that the two of you are sleeping together, unprofessional as it is, just so long as it doesn't affect my life. But whenever the two of you get into any sort of fight, Ianto starts sulking and my coffee starts tasting like shit. So whatever it is that you did, apologize to the tea-boy so the rest of us can get on with our lives, okay?"

Jack blinked. "You never considered that it might actually be your fault? Ianto's not so petty as to punish you for something that I did. Especially since he only 'forgot' to make your coffee this morning."

Owen looked at the rest of the team in shock- sure enough, both Gwen and Tosh were drinking their coffee from their usual mugs, looking all too amused at his distress.

"Do you think we should tell him?" Tosh asked

"No, let him figure it out on his own." Gwen smiled.

Owen looked at his teammates, feeling confused, and Ianto picked this moment to walk into the Torchwood Hub.

"Ianto? What the hell? Why did you give me, and only me, shit for coffee this morning?"

Ianto looked emotionlessly at Owen "You mean you still don't remember?"

Behind him, Owen heard Jack stifle a giggle.

"Remember what?"

Ianto gave a polite smile. "It was my birthday yesterday."
"So?" Owen spat

"You didn't get me anything."

"Oh come on! It's not like the others got you anything either."
"Actually, we did." Tosh interrupted

"We all did." Jack grinned.

"Everyone except you, Owen" Gwen pointed out.

Ianto nodded. "Toshiko got me a new universal translator- it works wonders on the filing system by the way Tosh, thank you. Gwen got me a new agenda book- my old one got eaten by that Hoix two weeks ago. And Jack got me a new stopwatch."
"What happened to your old one?"
Ianto stared at Owen. "Are you sure you want to know?"

Owen gagged. "Ugh, that is disgusting! You two ought to be ashamed of yourselves." He shouted.

Ianto looked entirely unaffected by this remark while Jack just looked pleased.

Fortunately, before the conversation could go any further into this dangerous territory the Rift alarm began to sound. Owen had never been so glad to hear it in his life.


"So I thought you all should know that I died last night." Nathan said as he entered the community center to do his daily community service. "I woke up in the morgue and had to punch two orderlies in the face to get out again." His fellow young offenders barely reacted to the news.

"What happened this time?" Simon asked. Nathan wondered why it was that the weird kid who looked like a sex offender was the only one who seemed to care about his wellbeing.

Nathan gave a lopsided grin. "So there I was, making out with this extremely hot girl-"

"Now that's bullshit." Curtis said, rolling his eyes.

"She was really drunk, allright!" Nathan exclaimed.

"Did you take advantage of her?" Simon asked, giving Nathan a wide-eyed, intense stare.

"Didn't get a chance too, mate. I was busy being mauled to death by a six-foot tall monster."

"What, you mean like a guy in a mask?" Alisha asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I mean like an actual monster. The thing had one of the ugliest faces I've ever seen and crazy sharp shark teeth. I've never seen anything like it. Hurt like hell too. "

"What do you think it was?" Kelly asked

"It could have been an alien." Simon said, entirely serious.

The rest of the group stared at him in silence before Nathan snorted out "Yeah, because that makes a lot of sense. Good thinking weird kid."

"Don't be such a dick, Nathan." Kelly muttered

Alisha pushed some of her frizzy hair out of her eyes. "It makes about as much sense as any of the other weird bullshit that happens to us on a daily basis."

And wasn't that a fact. Ever since that weird storm a few weeks had given them superpowers, all of their lives had taken a sudden turn for the bizarre.

"So what are we going to do about it then?" Kelly asked.

Alisha shrugged. "Maybe we won't have to do anything. Maybe it won't show up again."
Nathan groaned. "You had to say that, didn't you? You just jinxed it! It's definitely showing up again now, and I do not want to get mauled again!"

Their conversation, however, was cut short as their probation worker arrived at the community center.

"Right." He drawled, sounding complealy uninterested. "You lot- start picking up litter or something. I'm going to go out for breakfast, and I want the community center parking lot clean by the time I get back."

The group of young offenders rolled their eyes as their probation worker got back in his car and drove off.


"Owen, can I see you in my office? I need your expert medical opinion on something." Jack called down and Owen grumbled up the stairs to the Captains office.

Jack threw him a folder of crime scene photos. "What do you think?"

Owen looked at the pictures. They all displayed people, graphically mauled. He examined the teeth marks and looked up. "It's obviously the work of a Weevil, and a vicious one."

Jack frowned. "That's what I was afraid of."

Owen blinked. While a rampaging weevil was not something that any of them looked forward too, it was hardly cause for alarm. Weevils were one of the more common aliens that they encountered at Torchwood- there was a pretty major infestation of them in the Cardiff sewers, and the team encountered them pretty regularly. If Jack was getting this upset over a loose Weevil, it meant that something else was wrong.

"How is this worse then all the other Weevil attacks, exactly?" Owen asked.

Jack gave a grim smile. "Because these pictures were taken in London."
Oh.

Hell.

Weevils were so common in Cardiff because the city sat on the Rift, a weak point in the fabric of space and time that things sometimes fell through. That was the reason that alien attacks were so much more common in Cardiff then anywhere else, and the reason that Jack had based Torchwoods operations there.

"What's a Weevil doing in London?" Owen exclaimed, finally understanding why Jack was so disturbed by the finding. "There isn't a Rift in London too, is there?"

"There used to be." Jack said grimly. "Torchwood 1 was based there for a reason. But the Breach was closed when Torchwood 1 was destroyed in the Battle of Canary Warf. I thought it was closed for good, but if it somehow opened again…" Jack trailed off, clearly imagining all the unpleasant aliens and monsters that might start popping up around London. "I did some research." He continued. "The first of the bodies started appearing a week after this inexplicable electrical storm."

Owen remembered hearing about the storm- it had been all over the news with reports of 'watermelon-sized hail'. "You think that storm might have opened that… breach thing again?"

"It's a possibility. Get everyone in the conference room in five minutes; I'm calling a team meeting. We're going to have to investigate this. If the breach has re-opened, this takes top priority."