Chapter 1
"Tegana check that file on the London Riot's I have a feeling that we missed something!" Jack shouted across the room. There was no need to shout because Tegana was already clicking onto the same file that he had told her to check.
Jack had taken full responsibility for Tegana, brought her up like she was his own daughter. The doctor hadn't returned for her as he had thought he would and so the four year old child had turned into a teenager, and, at 14, she was now part of the torchwood team. She seemed more apt at learning and understanding about anything alien then the rest of the team, it made Jack wonder where she had come from and why the doctor had left her in his care.
"Aha, turns out that no one knows how it started, why, where and when… nothing!" Tegana shouted back, already looking on the internet for any sign of the four appending questions.
Gwen Cooper swivelled her chair to face Tegana's computer screen, it was easier to turn and look at Tegana's, rather than spend ages looking for the right file or page on her own. Jack joined them, huddling round the screen so everyone could see.
"Why is there a file marked Ianto?" Jack asked pointing towards the screen, at the tabs. Tegana had several tabs running along the bottom of the screen, all to do with different cases.
"Ianto keeps giving me cases to look into; I put them all in that file so I know they're his and not yours!" Tegana turned her head towards Jack and gave him a sweet smile, she knew that Jack had a soft spot for Ianto, it didn't seem at all wrong for him to be that way inclined, it was who he was and nothing was going to change that now.
"Alright, enough about Ianto's case files, let's get back to the task in hand!" Gwen could get rather annoyed when Jack strayed of topic and then Tegana would join in and she would get even more annoyed. Jack and Tegana looked at Gwen, a little shocked and a little guilty.
"Right," Gwen said introducing the topic back into their brains.
Turning her head back to the screen Tegana began to read out loud the news article.
London Riots gone riot. Teenage gangs destroy the streets for no apparent reason. On Thursday June 11th teenagers with the age range of 13 to 19 hit the London's streets, burning long running business, homes and local stores to the ground, looting the stores of their goods before setting them alight. These goods were later seen dumped on the pavements and roads, smashed and unusable. Many citizens are baffled at the number of looted goods left in the streets, it is not logical for looting to be committed in this manner- it is obvious that the main reason for the June 11th looting is somewhat different than the norm.
The worst affected areas appear to be in the centre of the capital city. King's Cross, Leicester square and Covent Garden are particularly suffering. As you get further away from the city centre there is less and less damage and in fact the outskirts of London are untouched.
Police are currently surrounding the worst areas and hope to keep the riots in control. News tonight will be keeping informed of any updates on this matter and will pass the information via this newspaper for the next two weeks.
Tegana sank back into her seat, thankful that the article had finished there and using the time it took for her to sink into the leather office chair to process the new information through her brain.
"So it starts off in the centre, it being at its worst…" Tegana waited for someone else to continue.
"Which means that whatever 'it' is, it lives in the centre of London," Jack finished.
"Wait how do we know it's a thing that's causing the riots?" Gwen asked wondering how they could come to conclusion so quickly.
"Because, my dear Gwen, we are clever!" Jack teased, Gwen sighed and gave him the annoyed look.
"It's pretty obvious, the rioters are all teenagers, thirteen to nineteen, and it is all happening in one area, when there's no clear reason to be rioting about, I think and I believe dad does too, that something is possessing those teenagers to carry out the riots for some reason which we've yet to discover!" Tegana explained.
Jack regretted the day when he had chosen to let Tegana call him dad; it had never felt truly right. Yes, he had taken care of her for most of her life but he felt as though he was cheating her out of her real parents, wherever they may be.
Ianto popped his head around the door asking if they would like coffee, Jack and Gwen said yes but Tegana refused, she wasn't a lover of the hot drink and preferred coke or even plain water better.
Ianto was rewriting the paperwork, for some of it had gotten wet due to some 'accident' of Owen's, the ink had run and was now illegible. It was lucky that these particular cases were in living memory so together they had been able to accurately rewrite the files. He had been at it most of the morning and felt that he had deserved a coffee break and following his usual custom he made sure he asked everyone else before putting the kettle on.
Owen was connected to the scanner and on the lookout for anything suspicious, so far nothing. Tosh was with him, putting together the electrostatic gun she had previously dismantled to analyse. They were sipping the cups of coffee that Ianto had brought them when Tegana walked in, holding three high-tech watches in her hands.
"We're going to London." She told them while handing them each one of the watches. Tosh looked inquisitively at Tegana as she took the watch off her.
"It's chipped, links to Dad's, basically if you don't lose it then he knows exactly where you are." Tosh nodded, thinking it over in her mind.
"Is Jack giving us a holiday?" Owen asked having not quite grasped the obvious reason for going to London.
Tosh and Tegana looked at him in disbelief.
"No, you idiot, we're following up the London Riots aren't we?" Tosh's mind worked fast to decipher why they were going where they were going because nobody seemed to tell her straight out, they assumed she already knew. Tegana nodded.
"She's good!" Tegana said to Owen, he agreed.
Tegana knocked on the office door; she waited for an answer, not wanting to disturb Ianto from his work. When she heard his voice say 'come in' she pushed the door leaving it ajar as she poked her head around the frame.
"I'm not disturbing you am i?" she asked cautiously, Ianto shook his head.
"Dad told me to give you this, it's chipped. And he also told me to tell you that we are going to London, found a lead in the London riots case." Ianto took the watch off Tegana, slipping it onto his wrist already. Tegana watched him do this then remembered she had something to give him. Digging into her pocket she brought out a folded bit of paper.
"Case 42, the hepemtote case, would have got it to you sooner but you know what dad's like!" the trouble was he knew too much of what Jack was like. Ianto smiled at Tegana as he took the paper from her and placed it on his desk, smoothing it down with his hand.
"You know Tegana I would appreciate it if you would mind not creasing the paper before you give it to me! These have got to last you know!" Ianto said this in a light tone but she knew he meant every word of it, so she apologized and promised she would try to keep them crease free in the future.
Ianto felt weird when he talked to Tegana, it was because of the way he felt about her father. It somehow didn't seem to be right when he was in a gay relationship with someone who had a daughter, but then he would remind himself that Tegana wasn't actually Jack's daughter and it would make it seem even worse.
Roberto Hannigan was struggling to keep focused. What was he doing here? Why was he in Leicester square when he lived in Oxford Street? He looked around him. People everywhere, teenagers... all teenagers. They were smashing the windows, filling bags with whatever they could grab. Why? What was the point? Roberto rubbed his head, it hurt, it really hurt. Like a big hangover hurt. Pulling himself to his feet, Roberto did the only thing he could think of, ran.
He ran to the end of the street, got confused and ran back. He made himself think before he pelted up another street, towards home. Things started to get familiar, the local newsagents, the pub, the library, he could see it all coming into the distance. A few more steps and I'll be home he thought to himself, but he never crossed the threshold.
A man stepped out in front of him, blocking his way, the man carried a gun. Roberto hesitated, the character looked like a bodyguard of some sort, wearing a black helmet to match his black attire, and something told Roberto he wasn't going to be let past.
"Roberto Hannigan, insufficient." The bodyguard said his voice sounding inhumane and metallic. Roberto had little time to dote on what he had just been told, the sound of a gun shattered his thoughts and he thought no more. Roberto Hannigan had just turned 20.