Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or Titanic… if I did, a lot of characters would still be alive; Cough *Owen* cough *Tosh* cough *Jack (Leo is sooo fit!)* cough *the amazing Ianto* and cough *all the others who died on Titanic*.
Life at Torchwood wasn't as exciting after about a month of working there. It was just every day life. Something to be expected. It would be unusual if nothing happened. So when the rift opened, it would have been another normal day working in the most abnormal profession. Alien catcher.
Only this time something different happened. This time, the rift didn't drop something off. This time it took something. Something very valuable. Not the crown jewels. Something much more important than the crown jewels. Something that the fate of the world rested on. This time, when the rift opened. Torchwood fell through.
2010
"Hey! Teaboy! Hurry up with them coffees!" Owen was his usual self centred self.
"If you don't start being a little more patient you won't get any!" Ianto was being his usual sarcastically helpful self.
"Another missing person!" Gwen was being her usual caring self.
"I've translated this alien scripture!" Tosh was being her usual smart self.
"Is that a new tie Ianto?" and Jack was being his usual flirty self.
Yes, it was a normal day at Torchwood.
Ianto opened his mouth to reply but Owen interrupted him.
"You know Jack, if you didn't continuously harass the teaboy then my coffee might actually get here! I know you're shagging and all but you could make it a little less obvious to the rest of us!"
"Jack I'm feeling slightly dizzy…" Gwen moaned.
"Me too…" said Tosh.
They all turned around as the heard a smash. Ianto had collapsed. Gwen and Tosh were not far behind him. Owen after that.
"What's happening?" Jack muttered before falling to the floor himself.
Ok, sorry it's a short chapter but you know… I want to get on to the proper story! Guess where our team have landed!
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