Maz: Hey guys- first chapter up. I don't know how this Fic will turn out, and I will only continue it if I get good reviews. It's torchwood/doctor who crossover. Mainly IantoXJack but a bit of OwenXGwen and DoctorXRose.
Jack: hey, i'm in this chapter.
Ianto: me too, sir. finally the credit i deserve!
Rose: sulks i'm barely in this one!
Doctor: well i'm not in it at all!
disclaimer: i wish i owned torchwood or doctor who but i don't
Cup one- no milk three sugars: Exactly like Gwen- stern but sweet.
Cup two- milk one sugar: Tosh- nothing out of the ordinary.
Cup three- milk and about 5 sugars: Owen was such a child.
Cup four- ….
Ianto stopped scribbling in his notebook. Jack was the most difficult. He liked his coffee…well that was the thing. He liked it different every day. Which is why Gwen was always joking about getting him a coffee calendar: "you can have one cup of coffee for everyday. Like a timetable."
Still, Jack was yet to receive the calendar. Which meant that Ianto still had to ask. Getting up slowly from the desk at which he now sat, the young welshman stepped down the corridor and into the metal hub that was the Torchwood base.
"Sir!" he called into the dark room. "I wondered what cup of coffee you wanted."
"Black- no sugar!" came the reply from the Captain's office. "And don't make any for the others! I sent them home!"
Ianto looked up. The suggestive tone that Jack usually used at moments like these was missing.
"Sir?" he asked, climbing the steep staircase towards the small office. "Sir, is something the matter?"
He entered and glanced at Jack, who was typing away furiously at the computer. The usually compulsively neat office was strewn with bits of paper and documents and there were worry lines covering the captain's handsome forehead.
When his boss did not respond, Ianto clambered through the mess and peered over his shoulder. Jack barely glanced up, but began to explain it anyway.
"I've been running up the list of missing persons over the past few weeks," Jack began. "The figures have increased dramatically and there are now just fewer than 40 people who have gone missing. What's more, they all seem to be under the same unusual circumstances. They all happened here in Cardiff- with witnesses claiming the person just "Vanished.""
Ianto frowned but remained silent. A loud clatter interrupted the two men's trails of thought and hands instantly went to the guns that rested at their waists.
"Someone's inside the hub!" whispered Ianto hoarsely.
Jack grabbed Ianto's hand and pulled him out of the office, so they were in a crouching position by the metal railing. A small blonde woman was in the hub, typing something onto the computer.
"Sir, what..?" Ianto began, eyes wide, turning towards Jack, a baffled look on his face.
His Captain, on the other hand, had a look of utter disbelief, amazement and almost…joy written on his face.
"Sir?" asked Ianto, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright?"
Jack stood up and ran down the staircase, two at a time.
"Rose!" he yelled, coat flying out behind him. "Rose Tyler!"
not sure what i think of the ending. but do you know what you want to do now? you want to press that purple button down there. yes you do, yes you do!