Chapter 3
Torchwood deserves answers!
Once back in the hub, Ianto set about making coffee and tea whilst Kallie sat in the conference room on the table with Jack and John. Owen and Gwen and Tosh folded their arms over their chests in confusion. John and Jack were growling- yes growling- at each other knowing Kallie wouldn't let them kill each other.
"Boys! Can we argue about John abandoning me later. What's this place, sweetie?" Kallie asked as Jack moved towards her. She uncrossed her knees and wrapped her legs around his knees to stop him from moving away. He placed his hands on her shoulders.
"Torchwood 3."
"Oh! Oh, very good, love." Kallie smiled appreciatively. "That is the better one isn't it?" Jack nodded.
"Jack!" Gwen complained, he turned to her and smiled.
"Yes, Gwen?"
"I think we, your team, Torchwood, deserve an explanation!" She demanded. "Who is this woman?"
"My wife, Kayleigh, Kallie for short."
"That's not an answer!"
"Allow me, Gwen dear," Kallie began. She felt like she was about to tell a story to her daughter, and her daughter was resisting. "Everyone sit, down and don't interrupt."
Ianto returned with tea and coffee and everyone took the preferred drink then he too sat down beside Tosh on one side of the table near Captain John whilst Gwen and Owen sat opposite them, nearer Kallie and Jack.
"I am Time Agent 356 Kayleigh Amelia Rose Ross-Harkness, I was born in the 51st century like Jack and John. I can travel in time and space and I am married to Captain Jack Harkness and we have a daughter, Susan. Would you like to hear our story, as far as spoilers will allow?" Kallie began in a lyrical, sing song voice. The one most scots use when telling stories of olden times and or of waterhorses and their wives, old stories which mean a lot to their history.
Everyone was silent yet they nodded. Jack was stood by the glass wall and was looking out over the hub. John was drinking his coffee and watching Jack as his old partner sighed, knowing something he felt sure Kallie did not. Yet. But she would, for that was who she was, an inquisitive and curious soul.
"It was November..."