Auther note: This story will be in chapters i am only doing this in my spare time however. Also i know some of the text is really basic and the spelling/punctuation isn't great but i am dyslexic so lets leave it at that.
On with the story!
The rift has done many bad things. Thats why for once it did something good.
A tear slid down Captain Jacks face as he strolled across Rohld Dahl Plass thinking about all the good things (not the bad things) that had happend here with his freinds, team Torchwood. For Jack it had been 700 years since miracle day had happend but thanks to his imortality he didn't look a day older. Another thing that had happend is that since the 456 he hadn't fallen in love again, he couldn't, not after Ianto's death. 700 years was a long time to go without sex, sure he had hired the odd hooker but it wasn't the same it just couldn't be. He tapped his vortex manipulater making sure the date was correct, yep october the 12th 2014, He looked down at the floor. "They probably filled the hub in with concrete" He turned out to be wrong as he found himself at the Tourist information center now boarded up. "After all it couldn't hurt to check could it"? he thought as he wrenched away some of the boards. He let out a small cry of success as he found what he was looking for, a mineshaft"!
He frowned as he shone a torch down it, there was no way he was going to be able to climb down that...
Underneath rohld dahl plass there was not just gravvel and earth as one might expect but indeed a great big cavern that had once been the headquarters of Torchwood 3. A quick blue flash illuminated the cavern is Jack meterialised. He looked around flashlight in hand at the place that he had once called home. The problem was that it was almost unregognisable. " wonder which part of the hub i am in." Turning around he saw something that gave him his answer and made him want to chuck his immortal guts up. Skelatons with bits of decomposing flesh and rats everywere. "oh god i am in the morgue" Jack realised, of course the explosion would have destroyed the cryo chambers and killed all of there inhabitants.
A beeping sound inturupted Jack from his musings, crawling down some slanted rock for several meters to the point were jack recognised as the base of the water tower he shone his torch on what looked like an old metal box with bits of wires sticking out it was also the source of the beeping. He gasped as soon as he realised what it was. "the rift manipulater and it still works!" he said outloud! He crouched studying the box closer. "but if it's picking up a reading then"- he was again inturrupted when a bright orange light seemed to errupt from no were. He sheilded his eyes from the light as he could just make out a figure was forming in the light, He drew his Mark IV Wembley from his holster just in case. The light begain to disapear, Jack gasped in shock as the very man that he had yearnd for for the past 700 years emerged very much alive and well. Ianto Jones!
