A/N: Hello there. Before I get into anything else, please let me assure you I am still working on Here's To Forever(which is a rewrite of seasons 2-4) and hope to have the next chapter up this week. Now, since this was the first story I wrote after trying my hand at fanfiction I realized I probably could have done better with it and now that I've been writing for a bit, I re-read this and thought it could use some tweaking(okay, maybe a lot of tweaking) so I'm re-uploading a rewrite that I hope will still be enjoyed by the people who had already favorited the story. Still working a bit on the final couple of chapters, but hope to have those posted sometime this week as well and if you like it, please feel free to leave feedback.
This Story is dedicated to my muse Gray Wolf, who inspired me to start writing again and thus gave way to my first ever fanfiction.
Prologue
The Torchwood hub was shaking and the readings on the monitor showed the energy from the rift was spiking at maximum levels.
"What the hell is going on?" screamed a young redheaded woman as she pushed herself up from the floor.
"I don't know. Something's happened to change the timeline. The rift is trying to stabilize and it's causing an earthquake!" The former Time Agent yelled back over the roar of the shuddering building.
The girl shook her head to clear it and looked back over her shoulder to find the space empty. "Where's..?"
"He's gone. I'm sorry." The man interjected before she could finish her sentence.
"Gone?" Her brows furrowed. "What do you mean he's gone? He can't be gone!"
"I'm sorry, but he is. He just…" The man stepped forward, grasping her shoulders to steady her. "He's gone. We couldn't stop it."
The girl stared at him in disbelief and then suddenly jerked away from him, doubling over in pain from the pounding in her skull.
He went to reach for her. "Are you…?"
She held a hand out, abruptly cutting him off and looked up into his face; her eyes wide. "Whatever is happening we have to fix it now or I'm next."
He nodded, quickly slipping back over to the controls. "If I can just pinpoint where the shift started, maybe we have a chance of fixing what ever happened to create it."
Gwen Cooper came running up from the med-bay, grabbing onto the railing to keep from falling over. "Jack, she's getting worse. The Doctor and Owen are trying to stabilize her, but it doesn't look good."
"That's it!" said the ginger. "We have to stop this now! Do you have the coordinates?"
The Captain ran back to the monitor. "Tosh?"
"Inputting them now," said a young woman of Asian descent as her fingers moved frantically over the keyboard.
Jack tossed the ginger a vortex manipulator and she immediately attached it around her wrist.
"If you can't stop this Red," he looked at her pointedly while attempting to keep his own fear in check. "You're next, and I'm afraid she'll follow."
"I know." The girl choked out. "Wish me luck, yeah?" she pressed down on the activation button and in a flash of blue light, she was gone.