THIS IS GOING TO BE FUN. THE DOCTOR AND ALL OF OUR FAVORITE ZANY CHARACTERS WILL BE INVOLVED IN THIS STORY AS IT CONTINUES ON AS WELL. lET ME JUST SAY THAT I HAVE PLANS FOR OUR DEAR CAPTAIN. IF YOU WANT TO TAKE A GANDER AT WHAT THEY WILL ENTAIL THEN REMEMBER WHAT THE DOCTOR ALWAYS CHIDES HIM FOR AND BRING IT CLOSER TO HIS DOOR, THEN YOULL KNOW. HAVE FUN. THANKS
Jack sat at his desk fidgeting. Outside his small office that also served as a makeshift bedroom, his team stirred to life. Coffee really did wonders for the exhaustion that had pervaded the group lately. The rift had thrown them for endless curve balls and most of their nights had been spent in the Hub. The Hub was a place that was home to the infamous Captain Jack Harkness leader of Torchwood 3.
Torchwood 3 was officially a part of the Torchwood Institute. They collected alien technologies and dealt with any threat of alien threats to humanity. It was an organization separate from the government outside the police and above the United Nations started by Queen Victoria in 1879 right after banishing a certain doctor friend of his.
Jack chuckled, remembering the story related to him in every gruesome detail by a certain petit blonde-haired woman, also a friend of his. Sadness engulfed him as he remembered the great Rose Tyler. AAny person that would ever and had ever met her would take the fall before they knew that they were tripping. Rose; however, had had eyes for only one man and that man wasn't even human. Nevertheless, Rose was gone now, and his friend was out there all alone… All alone.
Jack knew the empty feeling, he had lived for a very long time, not as old as the doctor had, but still the years went into the hundreds. People had died on Jack as well and they would continue to do so in the future. Case in point two of his team members had just lost their lives recently. It was a hard blow, and his team was still dealing with their loss. The first was that of his medical officer, drunkard, womanizer, and regular all around jackass, Owen Harper. Jack took out a tumbler of whiskey and held it up in the air for a toast. "To a good shot, a bastard, a good friend, and a hero; Owen Harper, the best of the best", he stated into the thin air. The whiskey burned down his throat in the way that only good liquor could. It warmed and relaxed his insides.
Next, he thought of Toshiko Sato. She was more than a computer specialist; she was a genius. She could figure out any technology even if it was alien. Once upon a time, she had even built a sonic modulator from memory. Tosh as she was so lovingly remembered by, had always been the quiet type and very easy to read. Although Owen had never deserved it, she had loved him from the moment they had met, and the whole team, with the exception of Owen, had known it. Jack gave a toast to Tosh as well.
"To friends ," he thought, "May they all be as warm and caring as Toshiko Sato".
to be continued