Here is chapter 10. Enjoy!
A wailing siren filled the still air, awaking Clark from his slumber. It had been several hours since meeting the strange man and discovering he was chained up. There was a movement out of the corner of his eye.
"Who's there?" Clark asked, hoarsely. He hadn't been given anything to drink and his throat was feeling dry.
"Superman, it's me," Lois' voice said out of the darkness. She sounded petrified. "Where are we and what is that siren for?"
"I don't know where we are. My powers are being blocked somehow. Lois, I promise we will get out of here and we will find Jason and make sure he is safe."
The siren suddenly shut off and another figure appeared from the shadows. When they spoke, it was a voice of menace and unforgivingness.
"Superman. It seems as though we have unwanted company coming to rescue you. That won't do at all. Our plans must advance as planned."
"What do you want?" Clark asked again.
"Isn't it obvious Superman? We want to control the universe."
With that, silence fell again as the figure left the room, leaving Clark and Lois alone.
"I love you dear," Lois whispered.
"I love you too," Clark replied.
"We must not give into their demands. We must hold our heads up high. Not every problem Earth faces has to be, or can be solved by Superman."
The United States representative to the United Nations was stood speaking before the emergency council. They were quite clear cut in their statements, showing no sympathy for the man of steel.
"We have the weaponry to defeat off worlders. We don't need an alien to defend us. The United States has an arsenal to rival all others."
The representative showed that stubbornness that made others on the council squirm in their seats. However, no one really wanted to publicly challenge the comments made. Except one person.
"Sorry to interrupt. But you are very wrong there," a main, speaking with an American accent said, from the side-lines.
"I assure you," the representative said turning to the man, "we are not wrong. The United States has enough fire power to defend this planet."
"Not against the terrors that are to come," replied the challenger.
"I'm sorry. I don't think we have been introduced. Who are you and what are you doing in the Security Council meeting?"
"The name is Captain Jack Harkness and I represent the Torchwood Institute. Believe me when I say, you are most definitely not prepared for what is to come."
"And this is where the Grand Council of the Time Lords sat and that was the chair that I should have occupied, before I ran away from my roles and responsibilities," the Doctor said, as he guided our group around Gallifrey.
"What job was that?" Rory asked.
"I am the High President Elect of the Council of Time Lords, which basically means I am the top dog, but I ran away. As far as I can tell many on Gallifrey didn't want to replace me, so the role was never permanently filled. That made the decision to time lock the war easier," he replied as he looked sadly around the room.
Suddenly, a shape loomed in the dazzling daylight that shone through the doorway and it surprised us all.
"You will come with me," the shape demanded in a harsh tone.
The Doctor stepped forwards, rubbing his hands together and looking up through his fringe, at the doorway.
"And what makes you think that we will do what you say?" he asked.
"I think you should do what he says Doctor. You'll want to go where he is taking you," a new voice said, in an American accent.
We all whirled around to see who the owner of this voice was.
"Captain Jack Harkness at your service," the grinning figure said to us.
"What is Torchwood and how can we trust you?" the Australian representative asked Jack.
"If I may," the UK's representative said, rising to their feet interrupting proceedings. "Torchwood is classified. The documents detailing Torchwood's operating charter are kept secret under an Act of the UK Parliament. I am afraid we can't go into more detail there. The Captain is here under personal invitation from myself. He has personal and extensive experience in matters like this. This man has saved my country from many alien incursions and has done so without recognition or thanks. He has also been crucial to saving the planet on several occasions also. I suggest you listen to him, because he is invaluable."
This did little to satisfy the Australian representative, who promptly repeated, "but what is Torchwood!?" in an angry tone.
"Sir, as you have been told, it is classified under UK law. If that information were to be told to you, one of two actions would then need to happen. Either we kill you, or you are subjected to the less messy brain wipe, which at the moment isn't capable of just wiping individual memories. It will take out your whole life," Jack explained.
"I am here to tell you that my team have been monitoring the signals coming down to Earth, with the ransom in tow. We have managed to identify the source and it is bad news. The signal is being transmitted by a deadly enemy, one this planet has fought before, but we didn't come out unscathed and on that occasion, we had help from someone else, who isn't currently responding to our calls. So, it falls to us, to Torchwood to save the day. Conventional weaponry is useless against this enemy, they can outmatch all that Earth has to offer, but we can supply weapons that stand a fighting chance. However, these will remain under Torchwood control at all times. No nation will be given responsibility, just in case they become trigger happy."
This prompted Jack to glance over at the Russian, Chinese and American representatives, who didn't look to pleased at being called out, even if their names weren't mentioned.
With his final remarks said, Jack picked up a briefcase that had been at his feet and began to walk out of the room. The now very irate Australian representative gave another outburst.
"Will you please tell me what on earth Torchwood is!?"
Jack turned as he reached the door.
"Torchwood is outside of government control and beyond the United Nations and the 21st century is when it all changes!"
With that, he left a rather dumbstruck room to recompose themselves and begin their talks once more. As the door shut, a woman came up to Jack.
"Jack, how did it go in there?" Gwen Cooper asked, a strong Welsh accent in her voice.
"I think I ruffled a few feathers. Have we got a final lock on the signals origin?"
"Yes we do and there is also another signal emanating from the same location. It has a different frequency, one from a planet we have never heard of before."
Gwen handed over a scanner to Jack.
"Oh this is good. Excellent. I have to go. I have an appointment with a Doctor."
Jack handed his case and the scanner back to Gwen and rolled hi his left sleeve, revealing his Vortex Manipulator.
"Jack. Please be safe," Gwen whispered to him, as she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Go get 'em cowboy."
"See you on the other side," Jack grinned as he tapped in a set of coordinates to his Manipulator and then activated the teleport.
This was going to be a rough ride and he was going to die, several times.