This is Torchwood meets the guys from The Road To El Dorado. Miguel, Tulio, Chel and Altivo are on their way back to Spain, but wake up in Cardiff in the 21st century with the Torchwood Team. It was a little idea that just popped into my head and I just had to write it. This is my first ever fanfic, and I'm not sure it's very good... but I rather like it! This is just chapter one and I'd appreciate any reviews with comments and/or criticisms to let me know how you like it. I'll add the next chapter soon, hopefully! - Glic

They arrived on the beach at nightfall, and looked out to the sea. It was peaceful, but something was wrong, and they all realised what it was at once. Silence fell between them as they looked at each other. The girl, Chel, was the first to speak up:
"So, uh, how do we get outta here?" She asked the two men standing either side of her. She couldn't believe that they had all forgotten to find a way off this island, since they had crashed their ship to block Cortes' path to El Dorado, the city of gold. Miguel looked towards his partner-in-crime, Tulio. After all, it was he who came up with the plans. Tulio had gotten them out of many tight situations; it had been his idea to crash the ship, even though it had cost him so much gold.
Tulio looked thoughtful as his eyes scanned the beach, looking for anything that could help. His eyes fell upon the rowboat several meters away, washed up on the sands. It wasn't in the best condition, but it was a boat, wasn't it? He turned to the others: "The rowboat! It's still there," he said, pointing towards it, "And it got us here, it can get us home!" Miguel and Altivo, the horse, exchanged weary looks, clearly remembering their disastrous journey on their way to find El Dorado, in which they got thrown in the brig of Cortes' ship, escaped with a rowboat – this rowboat – and rapidly proceeded to get caught up in a storm and lose all of their supplies and therefore nearly go mad from drinking the seawater. It had been a stroke of luck when they washed up on this island and, using the map that Miguel had managed to keep despite the storm, find El Dorado.

Chel on the other hand, having had little experience with the ocean, ran over to the small boat to examine it. It was barely big enough to hold the three of them, plus the horse. Even she could see it wouldn't be able to carry them all the way to Spain. Besides, they didn't have any supplies this time round either.

Tulio looked at the expressions on his partners' faces, and threw his arms up in frustration. "Well what do you suggest? I don't see anything better around here!" He exclaimed and began to pace as the others remained silent.

"What about that?" Chel said, after several minutes. Tulio looked up to see what she was looking at and his eyes sparkled as a new plan formed in his mind.

So far, so good, thought Tulio. His mind kept going over all the problems that could arise, but for the moment everything was okay. Well, if being cramped in a small area with two other people and a horse, in total darkness, could be considered okay. They were stowaways on Cortes' ship, their small rowboat abandoned on the sea after they had caught up with the large vessel. He hadn't yet thought about how they would get off the ship once they reached Spain, but he felt confident that they could sneak off in all the hustle and bustle of unloading. Or at least, that was what he told Miguel and Chel.

The sky was clear and the water calm, and Tulio looked around to see three faces glaring at him. Okay, so his plan hadn't worked. And yes, they were now floating in the middle of the ocean, with no land in sight, but it could be worse, right?

"What a great plan that was, Tulio." Miguel said to him, his voice filled with sarcasm, "Almost as sensational as your plan to row back to Spain."
"Well I'm sorry!" Tulio snapped back. "But I didn't hear you coming up with any plans..."

"Guys!" Chel interrupted. "Stop fighting. We need to get to land, and you two are only wasting energy." The two fell silent, knowing she was right. They had all feared the worst when light flooded their hiding place, followed by a dark figure blocking the entrance. It wasn't long before they were hauled overboard. It had been a bit of a shock when the horse had followed them, apparently of his own choice. Stupid animal, thought Chel, but she couldn't blame him for his loyalty.
And then, of course, they noticed the grey clouds that began creeping through the sky.
Great, was the thought than ran through all their minds, even Altivo.

I just had to say – well, think – that it couldn't get any worse, didn't I?... was the thought that followed this in Tulio's mind.

"Jack!" Toshiko called across the Hub. "I've detected Rift activity." She said, without looking up from her monitors. In seconds, Captain Jack Harkness was standing behind her, his eyes moving quickly over the screen, taking in the location of the Rift activity. "Tosh, you stay here and keep an eye out for any more activity." He turned to the others who had grouped around them, knowing they would be needed. "You three with me." He said. Together, Jack, Gwen, Owen and Ianto raced towards the sleek, black SUV. It was always stored with emergency equipment, weapons, a medical kit and anything else they might need. It wasn't long before they had reached the site where Tosh had registered the activity. Something had come through the Rift, but not one of them expected anything like what they found. As if from nowhere, three bodies had washed up in Cardiff. And... a horse? There was nothing else out of place in the area – no aliens to be seen - and this was definitely strange, so Owen – as the medic for the team - bent down to examine the bodies. As he did so, one of them, the one in the red top, coughed up water and sat up slowly, holding his head.

"Who are you?" Miguel asked, seeing the four people crowding over him. The reply, of course, meant nothing to him. But then, it wouldn't mean anything to most people.

"We're Torchwood."