AN: Hey there... yeah I already have one story in the works, but this damn idea just wouldn't leave me the hell alone. What's a writer to do when a plot bunny runs rampant? Exactly.
Summary: A woman drops back into the past to tell Jack and the team of her past self, scheduled to arrive in three days' time. Apparently, they had better be ready and willing, else the consuquences could be dire...
A usual day in the office - orgasmic coffee first thing in the morrning from Ianto, two weevil captures before noon, and a shite load of paperwork that was definitely not going to be done by the end of the day. It was finally winding down when the Rift alarm conveniently went off on Tosh's computer.
"Rift activity." Tosh paused before gasping.
"Oh my god." Her eyes became impossible wide as she said, "It appears to be filtering into the direct center of the Hub!"
"Everyone stay alert," Jack commanded. "We don't know what's going to come through, so keep your eyes open!"
A bright light had materialised above the middle of the Hub. Jack stood, gun aimed and ready to fire if necessary; the others followed suit. The light glowed brighter and the air around them started to ripple.
"Here we go!" Jack yelled, the excitement of the unknown filling his eyes. In a matter of half an instant, something had thudded onto the floor as the light suddenly flashed brilliantly, momentarily blinding the team. As they blinked their way back to their former senses, they stared at the Asian woman currently staring up at them, shocked (but maybe not as confused) as they were.
A grin appeared on her face
"Well, if it isn't bloody Torchwood."
Jack was dumbfounded.
"Who are you?"
If it was possible, his expression turned even more incredulous as he noticed something about her, something that seemed a little too familiar...
"Is that my coat?!"