Hi readers!

I've decided to write this short story, but don't worry, i WILL be continuing with 'Love is Not Dead' and 'Three Nights of Hell'!

I know my writing is RUBBISH so Plleeaassee don't hate me!

I don't own Torchwood

Enjoy :D

Chapter One: Hidden

~ Ian ~

Lydia giggled as she held the paper a fraction away from my hand, playfully tormenting me because I was about half a metre shorter than her. I laughed with her, for it was rare any occasions like this occurred.

"Come on Lyds, I have to give that to Jack!"

For a fraction of a second, I looked into her eyes lovingly, hoping she'd notice for once. As per usual, she was oblivious to this fact and danced her way along the corridor, waving the document above her head.

"Don't! You'll hurt yourself!" I cautioned.

"You worry too much! I'm not made of glass-AH!"

Tripping over her own feet, she stumbled into a wall, hoping it would break her fall. It gave way and disintegrated into dust and rubble, revealing a small room beyond, about the size of a cupboard.

She pushed herself up using her elbows, the look on her face one of annoyance. Meanwhile, I rummaged around the mess of paper and boxes inhabiting the secret room.

"What's this?"

"Oh, don't mind me!" she stated sarcastically "I'm fine! Don't fret!"

I ignored her, for he was busy reading an ancient letter covered with coffee stains. The handwriting was neat, but contained certain masculinity about the way it was written.

"What are you lot doing?"

The familiar accent stopped us in our tracks. Why all of a sudden did I feel like a disobedient child being scolded and sent to see the headmaster?

"Nothing." I lied, stepping away from the gap in the wall and leaving Lydia to scramble to her feet.

Jack raised one eyebrow in a disbelieving glance. Attempting to morph my face into one of innocence, I continued "We were just trying to find the Weevil files; you haven't seen them have you?"

"Well, it certainly looks like you've found something."

Who was I kidding when I thought I could fool Captain Jack Harkness! Sighing (and receiving a warning glare from Lydia) I moved aside to let Jack through.

"Ah." He paused "So this is where they put them."

This was not the reaction me and Lydia anticipated. Exchanging nervous glances, she asked the question we were both thinking "Where who put what?"

When he turned around we expected him to be his usual self, smiling and telling us to prepare for the next weevil hunt of to translate an alien inscription. Instead, his eyes glimmered with grief as he held a piece of paper in his hands.

"It's time I told you about the old Torchwood team."

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The next chapter will be longer, I promise!