*** I do not own Doctor Who, Torchwood, characters, etc. This is made purely because I'm a fangirl with no life and a head buzzing with ideas. Enjoy! Reviews are greatly welcomed!***
Chapter 1:
The strange man's eyes slowly fluttered open as life rushed through him once again. Slowly lifting his head up, he looked around to observe the scene around him. He took deep even breathes as he realized what had happened prior to his re-awakening. He put his hands on either side of him to push himself up into a sitting position, when he felt a gooey, repulsive substance, something that resembled an apricot colored slime, between his fingers. He looked down and squeezed his eyes shut as he realized it was the remains of a friend and a foe alike. He ran a distressed hand through his hair as he remembered everything that had happened throughout his twenty-four hour life. He reached down on the other side of him and picked up a gadget that he knew all too well. He fidgeted with it for a few moments and finally stood up. He stumbled a little bit, trying to regain his balance. It had been an undetermined amount of time since he had stood, or even moved. He looked around the different halls and corridors, trying to cull the way out of his memory. As he started his journey, he let out a soft sigh remembering that he didn't actually have a way to leave. He softly chewed on his lip, thinking about different ways of teleport. He thought back specifically to one of his most faithful past friends and grinned at the idea. "Vortex manipulator," he whispered as a grin stretched itself onto his lips.
Hours later, he had soniced the last piece onto it. He pressed the on button and it lit up. It was working! Well, then again, of course it was! He's brilliant! He bit his lip as he thought of a place and time to go to. He grinned. 14th of June, 2032, Cardiff, Wales. After he had plugged in the coordinates and a quick flash of light, he arrived at his chosen destination.
He heard the click of a gun causing him to turn around. "Jack," he said under his breathe with a grin.
"Who are you, how do you know me, and how did you get here?" Jack interrogated, keeping the gun pointed at the stranger, a deadly look burning in his eyes.
The stranger put his hands up in surrender. "Jack, set the gun down," the stranger somewhat begged softly. He had just come back to life; he didn't want to die already.
"Answer the questions," Jack growled.
The stranger brought a vortex manipulator to Jack's attention by pointing at it. It was strapped to a metal cuff, somewhat rusted from a long extent of time of being neglected. "This is how I'm here. I'm a friend of The Doctor's and he talked about you sometimes."
"What's your name?" Jack asked slowly, seemingly not believing a word the stranger was saying.
"John. John Smith."