Chapter 2.
As you've hopefully noticed – this is indeed a Torchwood fic and not a Doctor Who one although it could look like one on first glance. Appearances being deceiving and all that.
So Adam has finally been thinking of Torchwood and using that thing in his head.......hmmmmmmmmm what happens next???
Clearly his mind had been resolving some issues and putting two and two together and making up some impossibly difficult quadratic equations just for fun while he'd slept – Adam woke up knowing for certain that it was the Cardiff branch that'd been at Canary wharf. It just made perfect sense, he knew that there was a rift flowing through Cardiff with as much certainty that he knew that the river Clyde flowed through Glasgow. A million other little things clicked into place for him.
Right.
So that was the easy part – now how to get into Torchwood Cardiff to see if they had anything to help him with.
Right.
The difficult part.
Shit.
Ok plan needed.
Rubbing his rumbling stomach, he wandered to his small fridge to search for something from its meagre contents. Um no. Vile, random orange, thick milk and a jar of mayonnaise. Having a sudden craving for a vegetarian pizza (having your brain exposed will do that to a man) he grabbed what had become his favourite hat (a fetching black beanie with a blue line around its tip) and wandered down the street to the local take away. Nodding at the Wilf, the old man selling papers on the way, he ordered the vegetarian deluxe, extra cheese, a side of chips and two cans of coke for take away before meandering back to his bed sit trying to form a plan. A group of teenagers stood at the corner pointing at him making him walk quickly.
Grabbing a pen and paper from his bed side locker, he began to draw random words, Cardiff was written in large letters in the centre of one page with arrows and bubbles connecting and interconnecting while he tried to gather his train of thought, the second page he started a list of what he was going to have to do next. Staying in London was now no longer an option; he was getting desperate no scratch that, he was getting excited.
A resolution to his problem.
Yes it was tangible; he just had to make it happen.
The list started off easily – train ticket, money, a laptop, mobile phone (he'd not even turned on his old one since he fled his parent's house in mortification) and accommodation in Cardiff. While money hadn't been a problem initially, Adam suspected that it would start to be soon. Hmmmm maybe he could use some of the knowledge he had, place a few outside bets, nothing too obvious, just enough to make him a bit of cash. First step first, he'd have to check his bank accounts, get a phone and get a laptop. Grabbing his hat and keys again to leave Adam realised it was now 2:30am in the morning, not a lot would be open. Falling into bed he slept deeply now he's a plan.
11:30, feeling more refreshed and hopeful than he'd done in quite some time, Adam showered quickly, dressed and polished off the cold pizza before starting out on his errands pulling on another hat from his collection before pulling out the door behind him. First thing being first, he checked his bank account balance at the first ATM he passed, £672.33 left. Frowning, he made his way towards one of the central train stations to buy a ticket for Cardiff for the following day– one way. Thankfully the train was direct. As he passed an electronic store, Adam decided that access to a laptop was going to be more pressing than a phone when he had no one to talk to. £500 the poorer off he made his way back to the bedsit picking up a paper on the way. Flicking though the pages he powered up the laptop at the same time, searching for some an unsecured wireless network to piggyback from. Finding one he began to look at the odds being given for some upcoming events. Finding a couple that would yield results he was looking for, he created a number of accounts at a spread of gambling sites and split the remaining money over the bets and crossed his fingers.
The lists from the previous evening caught his eye, checking off money, ticket, laptop and skipping mobile phone, he came to the next topic – accommodation. Not knowing anything about Cardiff, Adam scowled at the list. There was always something. Why couldn't things just be easy? Deciding he'd treat himself to a night in a hotel when he got to Cardiff, Adam turned his attention to the brain dump on the second sheet of paper. Sighing again, he looked at the bubbles, words and arrows as if expecting them to magically give him an answer. Off the top of his head, he didn't even know where in Cardiff Torchwood were based and he assumed that a secret organisation wouldn't be well known with a centrally located office with signs pointing at it for any randomer with or without an implant. Not knowing really who even worked there – he'd only seen the three people from a distance Adam threw himself back on his bed realising that this was going to be a little more difficult than he'd thought. How on earth was he going to find Torchwood, make contact with them and reassure them that he wasn't a threat? What was he actually going to ask them? His blood ran cold and his stomach felt like lead. Feeling the familiar retch of nausea, he tried not to flinch; instead he opened his hands in front of his mouth where the frozen cube of vomit just slipped out. Frowning in distaste he tossed it into the sink realising that getting into Torchwood would need some serious outside the box thinking.
