Chapter 4
First meeting: 1942, London, England
It was cold and blustery, that dark November evening, dark because the gas lamps had been doused and the black out was up. The sky however was lit by the silvery moon- a lovely place her father had once told her, in a dream or a dream of a dream.
She'd always wanted to travel there, that and his home planet, but that was long gone. Destroyed in a Great War, which spanned all of time and space. She listened as her heels clacked on the pavement as she went, gas mask bouncing at her hip in its box. She looked down at her wrist and opened the flap on her thick strap that encircled her dainty, pale wrist, the time stamp on the electronic device read 29/11/44 and 21:59, another three hours and she'd be celebrating her birthday. She hummed a happy birthday tune which would not become popular for another 30 years. She stopped, in the corner of the dark alley and paused. Listening.
Something had growled behind her and she put back up her guards and breathed, quietly and slowly. She bent her knees and crouched, ladylike so she could reach her gun where it was holstered on her thigh, within reach when a skirt billowed slightly. Once the Ivory handle was in her hand she rose, pulling the gun with her. She rounded the next corner in silence. A weevil ran in front of her and cornered her. She had little time to react before the creature cried in pain and dropped to the ground. A man, in a billowing great coat stood a little way off. Gun raised. Kallie hid hers quickly in her bag. As the man put his away and walked towards her.
"Are you alright?" He asked, an American Airman. Just my luck, she thought.
"Yes thank you..."
"Captain jack Harkness at your service ma'am." He stood to attention and saluted.
"Lieutenant Kayleigh Ross, WAAFs." She saluted back, before he offered her his hand to help her cross over the weevil's dead body.
Jack looked at her face and eyes and felt that twinge of heartstrings which symbolised love at first sight, he'd felt it only once before. She was gorgeous, curves in all the right places and God those eyes, like the fields and meadows of the Boeshane Penisula. The accent amazed him too, he had never heard a woman with such a lyrical voice- well not a human anyway.
"You're American." Kallie commented.
"Yes, and where are you from, beautiful?" Jack flirted with a smile.
"Scotland. I live in Torchwood House with my parents." Jack smiled at her response.
"Wow. Posh family then?"
"You have no idea, captain Harkness." Kallie smiled.
"May I escort you home, lieutenant?" He asked offering his arm.
"Thank you." She took it and they walked off together down the dark street and away from the dead weevil, which UNIT would collect later, she was sure.
Kallie had felt what Jack had, a tugging in her heart and she knew it was the start of a great adventure which would span the centuries.