Title: We Didn't Mean to Punch a Hole in the Fabric of Space and Time! 1/?
Summery: Two girls who know more than they should change Torchwood completely. For better or worse.
Warnings: If you watch Torchwood, you can read this.
Spoilers: Most of the show, though will become more AU.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, we don't own Torchwood, although Fiona and Gwin are all ours. Also unfortunate.
A/N: This will also be posted on livejournal under daviesroyal. Enjoy!
"What are we doing in Cardiff again?" Gwin asked wearily. She already knew, but it was fun to wind Fiona up.
"For the nth time, Cardiff is both interesting and educational, not to mention the Hub of Doctor Who and Torchwood TV. Literally in Torchwood's case," Fiona said with mock exasperation. "Just imagine, you're walking along, minding your own business, and the Torchwood van races by with cameras close behind!" She grinned at Gwin, who just raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, and then they have spontaneous creativity and use us as weevil bait," Gwin deadpanned.
Fiona pouted. "Fine, ruin all my fun. Oh look, Roald Dahl Plass!" She took off, Gwin following, amusement plain on her face.
"You're how old again?" Gwin asked, laughing at the excited grin Fiona tossed over her shoulder.
"Oh, lookie, bookstore!" Fiona darted across the street, Gwin trying to keep up. It's like babysitting a three-year-old on sugar, she thought fondly, rolling her eyes. Glancing up at the store front, she froze.
Bad Wolf Books.
Oh, crap.
"Fiona," Gwin called out, shoving through the door and stepping into the dimly lit room. Fiona's head popped out from and aisle to the left, brushing caramel hair back behind her ear. "Yeah?"
Gwin swallowed heavily. "We should go. Now." She peered into the store, noting the distinct lack of people. "Come on." She strode forward and yanked Fiona towards the door.
"What's wrong, Gwin?" Fiona stumbled slightly, now worried at her friend's behavior.
"We haven't got time, we have to get out of—" She broke off abruptly, staring around.
"Er… it wasn't night before," Fiona stated, throat closing in fear. Gwin glanced at her, and then headed towards the water tower. They were halfway across the Plass when they noticed somebody who really shouldn't be there.
"Is that…" Gwin trailed off in shock. The man who had risen out of the earth looked around, then stepped off the paving stone and headed straight for them.
"Yeah. He must be tracking us on his wrist strap. Or CCTV." Fiona chewed her lip nervously. This really shouldn't be happening.
Captain Jack Harkness glanced around at the readings on his Vortex Manipulator, and back up at the two girls in the middle of the Plass. The Rift alarms had gone off five minutes ago, tracing an anomaly to a store off the Bay. He hated it when the Rift dumped stuff in his front yard. Although, if this was what came through, he might have to reconsider.
"Hello ladies," he said, letting out a thousand-watt smile. The girls stared at him for a few seconds, before Gwin turned on Fiona.
"This is your fault!" she shouted. Fiona cringed.
"How was I supposed to know this would happen? As far as I know, the walls were closed! Several times!"
"Did you actually pay attention to the store? No! You just rushed in like usual! Need I remind you of Davros? Stars going out? Are you finally getting it?" Gwin was rapidly working her way up into a rant, which was never good.
"Ladies, maybe we should move this to a—" The girls continued to ignore Jack, cementing his belief that something was wrong. Since when did normal teenage girls ignore him?
"Hey!" They stopped talking and stared at him. "I think this discussion is better suited somewhere else, wouldn't you say?" He smiled tightly at the increasingly suspicious teenagers.
The girls looked at each other, and the dark haired one with blue-grey eyes shrugged. "Just don't make the universe implode," she told the other girl.
Green-eyes scowled at her, and turned to Jack. "I suppose we should introduce ourselves. I'm Fiona Whelan, and twspyn here is Gwin Byrne. Lead the way, Captain!"
Jack stiffened. "How did you know I'm Captain?"
Gwin raised an eyebrow. "The coat."
Jack flushed—and he didn't do that either, so obviously these girls weren't harmless—and spun on his heel, heading for the lift. He waited until both girls had joined him before pushing the button on his wrist strap that activated to lift. To his extreme disappointment, neither girl reacted the usual way: screaming and grabbing his arm. In fact, they didn't even seem surprised, just excited. His team came into view. They seemed disinterested to the outside eye, but Jack knew they had been listening to the conversation above them, and were wary of the newcomers. They stepped off the lift, the girls looking around excitedly. Gwin tilted her head back, before opening her mouth.
"I thought it would be bigger."
Everyone immediately looked to Jack, waiting for the inevitable suggestive comment. Fiona whirled around as Jack opened his mouth, jabbing a finger in his face.
"Don't. Even. Think. About it Jack Harkness!"
"Too late," he said cheerfully, only for Fiona to slap him across the face.
There was a beat of silence before Owen doubled over laughing. Tosh tried to stifle a snicker, and even Ianto hid a smirk. Gwin rolled her eyes at Fiona, while Jack's eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
"I never introduced myself, how do you know my name?" he asked slowly.
"We watch a lot of TV," Fiona answered, smirking.
Jack scowled. "Alright, that's it. Cells, now."
Fiona smirked. "Kinky, Jack."
Gwin face-palmed. "Fi, shut up and move."
"But—"
"No."
"But—"
"Shusht, no."
"But—"
"Stop it."
"Spoilsport."
"Yes, yes I am. Move it," Gwin said matter-of-factly, nudging Fiona ahead of her.
Jack followed closely, making sure not to let the two teenagers out of his sight. They reached the cell block, and the door next to their resident Weevil swung open. Both girls walked calmly into it, not at all fazed by Janet growling at them. Jack pressed the button to seal the door, and then stood in front of it with his arms folded, a scowl on his face.
"Alright," Jack started, gaze flickering from one girl to the other. "We got news of rift activity, I walk outside, and I see you two bickering with each other about whose fault it will be if the universe implodes. You know everything about us, and now I want some answers. Who are you really?"
"Well," Gwin started, "we were in Cardiff"
"In a parallel universe," Fiona continued.
"Where Torchwood has a TV show"
"And so does the Doctor"
"And it's all very wibbly wobbly, timey wimey, paradoxes and apocalypse and the universe imploding and general bad…stuff," Gwin concluded.
Jack raised an eyebrow. "And how do I know you're telling the truth?"
Fiona inhaled deeply. "Don't you have a lie detector? And I'd appreciate it if you didn't use your mind probe thingy. I don't feel like getting my head blown up today, thanks."
"You know you're only making yourselves more suspicious, right?" Jack asked skeptically.
Gwin ran her hand through her hair. "What will it take to convince you we don't want to harm anyone? Well, except Daleks and Cybermen and possibly the Master if he ever pops up."
"Don't forget the Slitheen, and the Sontarans, and any other evil alien hell-bent on conquering and/or destroying Earth and/or humans," Fiona added.
Jack rubbed a hand over his face. This wasn't making any sense, and he'd lived too long to take these girls at her word.
"Looks like we're going to have to bring out the big guns, Fi," Gwin said resignedly. Jack's head snapped up, but Gwin spoke over him.
"We walked into Bad Wolf Books in our universe and stepped out into yours. I'm not sure what that means, but I do know that the first time you died, it was on the Game Station in the year 200,100. The Daleks had escaped the Time War, and you were trying to buy the Doctor time to get the Delta Wave ready. You were the last man standing, and you were still fighting. You came back after they exterminated you, and you saw the TARDIS leaving you behind."
"Stop it," Jack said lowly, danger lacing his words.
They ignored him, Fiona picking up the story. "You first met Rose when you saved her during the London Blitz in 1941. She was hanging from a barrage balloon. You brought her to your ship, tied to the Big Ben."
"I said stop it!" Jack was becoming more and more terrified by their words. He hadn't told anybody these stories, but they both knew things about him no one should in this time—or any other.
Gwin spoke up again. "You thought she and the Doctor were Time Agents. You crashed a Chula ambulance and tried to con them with it. You were upset because the Agency took two years of your memory. There were nanogenes in that ship, and they found Jamie, a dead boy wearing a gas mask. He wanted his mummy, and the Doctor managed to save everyone. Except you. You took the bomb onto your ship so it could detonate safely. Then the TARDIS appeared, and they saved you after all."
"Just stop, you shouldn't know these things!" Jack was quickly panicking. He needed them to stop talking.
Fiona picked up again, a terrible sadness on her face. "You've been immortal ever since the Game Station. You came back here to find the Doctor. Torchwood hired you, and you took over on New Year of 2000, when Alex Hopkins murdered his team and killed himself in front of you. You have a living daughter, Melissa, who now goes by Alice Carter and a grandson, Stephen Carter. You had a brother, Grey, and when aliens attacked the Boeshane Peninsula, your father told you to take him and run. You let go of his hand, and you never found him. Your father died, and your mother blamed you—"
"STOP IT!" Jack shouted. He knew that the girls were telling the truth now, but he knew he couldn't let them continue. They gazed at him expectantly. Jack took a deep breath and fiddled with his wrist strap again, unlocking the door and turning on the surveillance again. He didn't want the team to be able to eavesdrop on the conversation.
"Right. Here's how it's going to work," Jack began, hands on his hips. "You two are going to either stay with me or in the main Hub if the team is here. No where else. If there's a call, you come with the team. If you do anything suspicious, it's back in the cell. Got it?"
Fiona and Gwin nodded, and Fiona tilted her head. "Does this mean we work at Torchwood now?"
Jack scowled. "You're teenagers. Not bloody likely."
"Hey," Gwin protested. "We aren't that young. 19 and 20! And Ianto was hired around that age!"
Jack stopped in the middle of the stairs. "Exactly how much do you know about us?"
Fiona grinned. "Spoilers!" she told him gleefully, before bouncing towards the main Hub, Gwin following with a grin.
Jack stared after them for a moment, before rolling his eyes and chasing after the girls. He caught up just as they reached the open workspace.
"So they're not a threat then?" Owen was the first to speak.
Gwin beat Jack to the answer. Again. They were going to have a talk about that. "As long as you don't ask questions about the future. And don't let Fi near sugar. Or weapons. Actually, I've got a list somewhere of things she's not allowed to go near. Ever."
Fiona scowled. "She's standing right here. And according to you, I'm not allowed to drive because the vehicle is classified as a weapon when I'm at the wheel. That's just mean."
"It's called public safety, Fi," Gwin said smugly. Fiona's eyes narrowed, but before she could retort, the Rift alarms sounded. Jack sighed. It seemed they would be taking a field trip sooner than he expected.
"Alright, team. Tosh, Owen, Ianto, take one SUV and any equipment you might need. Tosh, have we got a visual?" Jack asked.
"No. What ever came through, it's either invisible, small, or not in CCTV range," Tosh answered.
"Ok. We should be prepared for anything. You two are riding with me," he snapped at the girls.
Fiona grinned gleefully. "Jack Harkness!"
"I agree!" Gwin paused. "Oh. Awkward."
The team stared at them. "Why did you say Jack's name?" Ianto asked eventually.
Gwin turned to Fiona. "Back to ding?"
Fiona nodded, trying to contain a smile. "Oh yes!"
"What? Will one of you explain what is going on?" Owen's lack of patience was even more prominent in real life.
"But where's the fun in that?" Gwin asked cheekily.
Jack cleared his throat. "Can we get back to work now? Thanks."
He swept towards the garage, knowing that the others would be trailing behind. Jack practically threw himself into the driver's seat, barely waiting for Fi and Gwin to close their doors before tearing out of the underground parking lot.
Jack scowled as he looked in the mirror. Gwin had taken out both of their phones and was fiddling with their innards. Apparently reaching her goal, she snapped the covers back on and handed Fi's—Fiona, dammit—back to her. He had scowled more today than he had in the past six months. And now he was actually thinking about the girls he knew nothing about affectionately. He didn't like them so much he'd take them to bed, threat or not. Not that they weren't attractive, but his thoughts were preoccupied with someone else at the moment. Specifically, one Ianto Jones. The man was bloody gorgeous, and not a little mysterious.
Arriving at the dockyards, Jack stepped out of the SUV, seeing the other pull up. Checking his wrist strap, Jack headed towards the signal, stopping outside the repairing shed. Tosh slipped past him, pressing the Lock Shock to the door. 36 seconds later, they heard the lock click and the team (plus two) slipped into the shed.
"So what's the plan, Captain?" Gwin asked, inching towards Tosh as Owen was on her other side and she didn't like the look he was giving her.
"We have to find what ever came through the rift and assuming it's not alive, it should still be in this shed," Jack answered, looking around the small shed for anything that would stand out.
Fiona got murderous look on her face as Jack pressed by, using the opportunity to its fullest extent. "Harkness! Get your hand off my ass!"
Jack put on an innocent look that fooled no one. "What? It's a small shed!"
Fiona's eyes narrowed. "I'm from another universe, Harkness, not stupid. Try that again and I'll castrate you with rusty hedge clippers. Clear?"
Jack swallowed, terrified. "Yup. Perfectly."
Fiona smiled sweetly. "Good."
"Uh, guys? I think I may have found what we're looking for," Gwin called from the other side. She was standing over a crate, a worried look on her face. Torchwood gathered around her, Fiona just behind her. Seeing what had everyone transfixed, Fiona promptly turned and bashed her head against the wall.
"Shit. And I thought this was going so well."
TBC…
