Okay, so this is my first torchwood fic, and my second fanfic altogerther, so please be kind. Chapters will get longer than this, I promise. R&R xoxox
The Empty House
Prologue
James Taylor was exhausted. He was just home from work, where he just had to stay fro two extra hours, just because someone hadn't turned up for their shift! To add to that, the power in his house had just gone off, and he still had to make dinner for himself and his daughter.
He was mulling this over in his head and cursing 'fate' while trying to fix the fuse box. He was just about to give up when something outside the wondow caught his attention. It was a blueish-white light, and it seemed to be floating. It also gave him the chills, as he felt as if it was looking right at him.
He tore his eyes away from the strange little thing when there was an almighty crash came from upstairs where his daughter was. He called for her, but to no avail. He sprinted up and ran like a madman in and out of all the rooms until he found her. She was laying on the floor of his bedroom, screaming. He thought she was having some sort of fit and an towards her.
Just before he could reach her, the room was flooded with a light. The very same light, in fact, that he had been transfixed by only minutes before. He tried to get back to his screaming daughter, but his legs would not comply. He found he could not do anything but stare in the direction the light had come from.
He blinked. What was he doing in here? Why was he shouting? He didn't know, nor did he care. He just wanted to get closer to the source of the light. It was the most beautiful things he had ever seen. He reached his had out, right though where the window should have been. He wanted to touch it.
Then everything went black.