This fanfic, is a Torchwood Fanfiction with a slight Outnumbered Crossover, you do not need to know the show Outnumbered to read this fanfiction. But feel free to watch outnumbered too, I love it. I suppose this is why I wanted to write a Torchwood fanfiction. Ah, not really sure what else to say. Um thats right, this follows the season 1 of Torchwood, and a slight AU of season 4 of Outnumbered. This is set in 2006 like Torchwood is and not 2011 like Outnumbered would be at the time. So enjoy, feel free to comment too (usually people write that bit for positive reviews.) Also if your confused by anything, just ask, or ask me to change something so you do understand.

Torchwood

PROLOGUE PART 1 – New Years Part 1

New Years Eve 1999 – Torchwood Hub

Jack arrived back at the Torchwood Hub, closing the door behind him he walks up the stair with a certain joy that always surrounded him where ever he went.

"Hey, when you joked about the Millennium Bug, I didn't realise it was gonna have 18 legs stacked with poison." Jack joked as he placed his 1940's coat on the coat stand.

"Anyone home?" he called out looking around as he heard no response. "You know you're supposed to party like it's..."

That's when Jack stopped, looking down he saw the dead body of his fellow co-worker Derrick. In shock he checked his pulse when he couldn't find one he saw his other co-worker Julia laying dead also, this time when checking her pulse he saw not another dead body but his boss Alex sitting on an empty barrel watching the news on the tv.

"Alex?" he whispered over to the man. Alex looked over to him unfazed by what surrounded him.

"Jack. Just in time he spoke looking back to the tv watching the people partying for the new year. Looking at the people Alex looked less hardened by what he usually looked like.

"Alex, what happened? Who did this?" Jack said holding his gun looking at his dead co-workers in confusion.

"Me," he spoke, Jack looked at him surprised.

"What?" He spoke standing up, Jack was truly surprised by what Alex had just said. "Why?"

"We got it wrong, Jack." Alex said unclasping his hand looking down at the pendent below. "We thought we could control the stuff we found. And look what's it brought us?"

Jack looked up and saw Talbot at the top controls hanging slightly over the balcony. He then pointed his gun at Alex. In fear that after seeing 3 of his co-workers already dead the fourth could still maybe end up the same.

"So much death." Alex looked in thought.

"What happened to them?" Jack asked still with the gun raised at Alex. Alex though seemed to evade the question.

"It's good you're here. Always did have great timing. This place, it's yours Torchwood Three. My gift to you, Jack, for a century of service as a field operative. Give this place a purpose before it's too late. Please." Alex pleaded sadly. Jack put his gun away looking sadly at the man who he had known for many years.

"Alex, listen. It's going to be okay." Jack said tearing up slightly in his words.

"No, it's not. It's really not." Alex disagreed with him. Looking down at the locket in fear he clasped it back into his hand.

"I looked inside. It showed me what's coming. They were mercy killings." He said looking around at his employees in despair. Jack kneeled down beside Julia trying to do something for the wound. "It was the kindest thing I could do, so none of us could see the storm."

On the tv, Alex saw the countdown happening, this made him almost sure of what to do.

"I'm sorry I can't do the same of you. Twenty first century, Jack. Everything's gonna change. And we're not ready." Alex said bringing the barrel of the gun up to his head.

"Alex!" Jack yelled out just as Alex pulled the trigger. Jack could feel the blood splatter all over his head but at this point he couldn't care less about the blood. He dropped to his knees besides his lost friend's body.

He sat there besides Alex for a long while, when he stood up he remembered someone. Annabelle the thought, poor Annabelle he and Alex both brought in after her husband was murdered by a weevil like hundreds of others. Who they brought in because of her medical background, who had a daughter of her own.

'Damn you Alex' he thought silently in his own mind. Annabelle had a 10 year old daughter waiting for her at home. Her daughter who he had known for the past 4 and a half years of her employment. Knowing that when this all happened she would have been in the autopsy bay where she always was when she worked.

Running down the stairs to the viewing balcony he saw her laying on the floor in the corner of the autopsy bay. The already white floors and walls that Annabelle had insisted on keeping super clean because of her compulsive disorder for keeping everything neat and tidy. Were now covered in her own blood.

Rushing down the stairs he quickly knelt down beside her. Her hand was pressed over the wound with a blood soaked cloth, you could see a case bullet sitting beside her in a medical tin and a scalpel and a pair of tweezers also besides her.

It was obvious that she had performed surgery on herself to remove the bullet from her. But it also appeared to be unsuccessful as her hands that wrapped it's self around her for warmth were not cold. Jack checked her neck for a pulse and sighed in relief as he found one.

Breathing heavily he started to shake her awake the slightest bit.

"Annie, Annie it's me, come on Annie, wake up, its fine your safe. Annie come back to me, come back Annie." It appeared to be working as a shudder came over her pulling her back into the land of the living.

"Don't call me that." She muttered weakly.

"The others, I could hear them." She shuddered as her breathing got more rapid.

"Hey, hey, I know, I'm sorry, I couldn't save them. It's ok your safe now. You're going to be alright." He said sympathetically looking at her wound.

"Don't lie to me Jack, at least 4 pints of my blood is decorating these floors. He got me in one of my major blood veins. I knew I was dead the moment I removed the bullet Jack." She said looking into his sad, pain filled eyes.

"Annie, you've got to hold on okay. You've got a daughter waiting for you at home." At that she started to cry, tears started to rack her whole body at the thought of not going home to her only daughter.

"Jack you have to promise me," she said trembling. "You have got to promise me you'll look after her."

"I will," he said trying to make her pain lessen by his reassuring words. She didn't buy any of it though.

"You listen to me Captain Jack Harkness, you look after her, no matter what. You have too, there is no one else that will. You roped me into working for Torchwood, now you have to live up to your end. Keeping her safe." She said pleading to him, once she saw it in his eyes that he would she felt more relieved.

"I'll look after her Annie, I promise." He said as she nodded her head reassured by his statement.

She lay back as she waited for death to come for her. She knew she could go in peace knowing that her daughter was too be looked after.

"Tell Gemma I love her," she said as she drifted away into a peaceful everlasting sleep.

"I promise," he said wiping a tear away.