Fandom: Torchwood.
Title: It's been good, yeah? - Prologue
Rating: All publics for now.
Genre: Sci-Fi, drama, angst, adventure. Tragedy?
Warnings: In future chapters, too much angst and sex. Don't expect a very happy ending.
Paring; Jack/Ianto.
Beta: None, so sorry for any Spanglish messed up during the translation into English.
Summary: Post Miracle Day. A not exactly fix-it fic. Torchwood has been rebuilt, and Jack, Gwen plus a new member find themselves traped in the middle of a collision between alternative realities, a conspiracy and a Ianto who's alive but had never known anything about Torchwood.
Author's Note: I finished everything last night, but the electricity was gone for seventeen hours, therefore, my crancky mood. The prologue doesn't have that much Janto, but hey, first I needed to start with the sci-fi. I hope you like my new OC, I needed her because I needed someone to explain the "science" so it could be science-fiction and not just fiction. :P By the way, as it's the Prologue, it's a short chapter.
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Prologue
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"You and me, Ianto Jones, together again at the end. How it should be. In a few seconds, Syriath will rise. I'll trigger this device, destroying her and sealing the Rift forever."
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"No, Jack. You know I can't. My place is here, in the House of the Dead, with your device. Saving the world."
"Don't do this!"
"Sorry, Jack. Someone's got to destroy the Rift. Quite a way to go."
"No! Not like this! Don't leave me like this!"
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"Ianto Jones, I love you."
"And I love you too, Jack."
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"Sometimes I don't get it," said Jack in the Hub, after returning from chasing an alien quite problematic, "I thought that I had closed the Rift for good."
"Oh, but that is the problem with the Rift, it can never be closed forever, temporarily maybe, but not forever. It can never be completely stabilised," answered Miranda while she sat in front of her computer with a fun smirk.
Miranda Greenville was the most recent addition to the team. After Rex had gone, unable to handle his new immortality and that the Rift had shown activity signals again, Jack knew that they needed a technician.
After Esther's funeral, Jack didn't want anymore to continue running away. He missed that he had obtained once. He knew that it wasn't going to be easy to get it back, even more without Ianto, and probably he would never get it back entirely. But he would try. Rebuilding the Hub was hard. Each corner that looked as before were memories that clunched his heart into a fist. Each new structure were places where Ianto would never be.
Even the memories of Owen and Tosh came to mortify him. Even when that wound had healed a long time ago, it still ached sometimes.
The rebuilding seemed something almost nostalgic at the beginning when Gwen had accepted to help him. However,when in one of the computers with Torchwood's old software started to receive Rift spikes, it didn't seem something so nostalgic but necessary. And the aliens started to come. It was trough one of this spikes that they found Miranda.
Apparently, some years ago Miranda was abducted by a negative Rift spike, he had ended in a dangerous planet but the Doctor had rescued her, saying that she was needed. Then, he left her in Xiofure planet, highly known for it's academic institutions. There, she had finished her Physics career. As the Rift had taken her to the 33rd century, her Physics knowledge where advanced, allowing her to invent the Vortex Manipulator. Jack and Gwen found her when she was returning to Earth.
After knowing her story, Jack invited her to work with them. She was in charged of everything technologic and of predicting Rift activity. They still needed a medic, but they needed to wait for someone to outstand from everyone else, as all had done so. About the cleaning, the maintenance and trying to keep the Archives in order, were all in charge and the coffee was bought at Starbucks. That was something for what he would never look for someone to be in charge of it. That would be replacing him. And that was not something that would happen.
"Gwen, take care of the remaining eye-witness. Miranda, look that our blue friend hadn't done any disturbance in the Rift," ordered Jack after leaving the alien in a cell.
"Right away!" answered Gwen with a smile.
Miranda, by all answer, nodded while he yawned.
"And then you can go home."
"Great," said Miranda with a yawn.
The captain went to his new office to take care about the paperwork that the Phoryphaceus required. He was getting used fast to this office and that made him sad. He was already used to start over again and adapting to new environments. That feeling of new and unfamiliar but familiar at the same time was gone fast. And it hurted because it meant that he was moving on and letting on. But he didn't want to. He didn't want to let go Ianto, he didn't want that he became one more more of so many that were just a memory in his long list of lovers. But little by little he was accepting the unchangeable. Jack sighed heavily before taking care of the paperwork.
After a couple of hours of work, he went to the main area. Still in his station, he found Miranda working.
"I thought you were tired," said Jack.
"I was but..." answered the physician barely taking away the eyes from her monitor.
"What did you find?" the captain asked getting closer.
"Is the Rift..."
"Did our dear Phoryphaceus disturb it too much?" Jack questioned her.
"No, I don't think that it's been him. This is too big for just one alien to have caused it," said Miranda pointing some graphics in the screen.
"What is it?" Jack asked already stating to become impatient.
"The Rift is a series of cracks trough time and space. And it's usual for there to be movements and waves, but not enough for it to be a spike. That's a normal flow. But those..." she paused to take some air into her lungs as if what she was about to say was to big to be said in one breath, "This are waves between different universes, between alternative realities. An inter-reality spike may be coming close."
"Call Gwen, tell her to cancel her dinner with Rhys."
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