Here's part two. It's set in the secod week of Rachel's stay in 1877. The memories of what happened there will come up as Jack remembers them or as Rachel talks about the events that occured. Jack's first memory, brought about by his conversation with Gwen and Ianto is about getting Rachel inside Torchwood. Enjoy. Anja.x
Getting In - Week 2
9th March 1877
Jack ran into the house. "I've got it!"
"Got what?" Rachel asked, looking up from a pile of papers on the kitchen table.
Jack glanced over her shoulder. "What are you doing?"
"I was bored. I am not used to sitting around in cramp quarters not doing anything. It's my case files from work."
"I know it's small, but I'm hardly ever here," he frowned as he looked at what she was writing. "And exactly what does all that fancy maths have to do with the FBI?"
She laughed. Jack smiled, it was one of the few times he'd heard her laugh since he'd met her. "It's an analysis of our perp's movement. Where he's picking up the kids... Where he's dumping their bodies... I'm trying to figure out where he lives."
Jack sat down. "You can do that?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yeah."
"No wonder he liked you. You're smart."
She shrugged. "I suppose. You said you had something?"
"Ah, yes," Jack announced proudly. "Are you familiar with Torchwood four?"
She frowned for a moment. "Only that they went missing a long time ago. Well, a long time for me. And that nobody knows where they are."
He held a file up to her. "They've been missing so long, we could claim, that you're a descendent of one of the original agents."
Rachel frowned, unconvinced, at him. "And they're likely to believe that?"
"If we play it right. You're with the FBI, right? Ever done under cover training?"
She nodded. "Yes, I have. I guess I got through most of life after The Doctor by lying."
"If we can create a cover story, likely enough, relating to an actual team member, we might just pull it off," Jack explained.
She nodded. "I guess. Show me what we've got to work with."
Jack opened the file as Rachel cleaned her own work into a neat pile. He spread the papers over the table. "I think first, is to look at the personnel, choose who we're going to work with."
Rachel nodded. "Seems like a good idea," she flipped through the names. The secret to a good identity, was to keep it as true to yourself, without being you. Throughout her life, Rachel had assumed a few identities, it was something she did surprisingly well.
"My mother's maiden name was Moran," she said, pointing to one of the names.
"Ok, let's work with him then," Jack said, picking up the file.
"Jackson Moran. thirty-two, originally stationed in London before being stationed with Torchwood four," he looked up at her. "Do you know anything about Torchwood One?"
"Only what you, the Doctor and Rose told me."
"I haven't said anything..."
She sighed. "Sorry. You will. Later..." Rachel shrugged. "Anyway, we shouldn't need it. If we put Four in a bad enough place that survival was the only thing the team needed to know, history becomes obsolete."
"Not bad. Not bad at all..." Jack said, nodding.
She smiled. "I remember this one planet The Doctor took me to, quite by accident, we got knocked off course by an asteroid... Anyway, it was called Alpha Canis One. All they did was rage war..."
"If Torchwood four wound up there, they would have needed to fight for survival," Jack continued.
"Exactly. I think I can fake my way through having lived on Canis Major for longer then a week."
"Well, we're going to be implying that you grew up there," Jack reminded her.
They worked through the night, perfecting Rachel's cover story for Torchwood. The first rays of sunlight came through the windows of Jack's tiny house as they were finishing up.
"Ok..." Jack said. "One last thing, what are you going to wear?"
"Excuse me?"
"Well, you've got to look like you came from a war zone."
Rachel frowned. "I'll be honest. I stole the clothes I'm wearing. Alice has already seen me. I'll say I used you to be sure that you were Torchwood and still loyal to the crown. We'll meet out in the square later. I'll demand you take me to them, if we create a big enough fuss, they'll come out and deal with it themselves."
Jack frowned. "I'm not quite sure you want that..." he warned. "They're not exactly the nicest people..."
She smiled reassuringly at him. "If there's one thing I can do. It's take care of myself."
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Jack made his way across the square, keeping his eyes open for Rachel, without appearing to be expecting something. He was almost at the entrance to the hub when he heard her.
"Harkness!" he couldn't help the small grin that came to his face. They'd decided that she'd be a little rough due to her supposed war time life. He'd been quite surprised when she'd pulled it off perfectly.
He turned, trying his best to appear a little scared at her approach. "Yes?"
"You are going to take me to your boss. Now!" she ordered.
He shook his head slightly and chuckled. "And what boss would that be. I answer to no one!"
"Liar! I want to speak to Torchwood and you're my way in!"
Jack held his hands up to surrender. They'd decided not to discuss the upcoming conversation, so that it didn't appear scripted. "I don't know what you're talking about."
She walked up to him, invading his personal space. He could get to like her. "You know exactly what I'm talking about, Harkness."
"Come now, it's just Jack for you beautiful," he said with a grin.
Rachel couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Right! I forgot, you think you're god's gift to women! I couldn't care less. Take me to your boss! Or I will follow you everywhere you go!"
Jack growled. "You couldn't!"
"Oh, yeah! Wanna bet? I've been following you for over a week! I know where you go! I'll just go myself!" with that, she started towards the main and very secret entrance that Jack had told her about the night before.
Jack glanced around. Just as expected, Alice and Emily emerged from the hub. They grabbed Rachel and dragged her in.
"You're in, Rachel..." he sighed. "But is it what you really want?"
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By the time Jack found them, the two Torchwood operatives had Rachel tied to the same chair as they'd tied him to over ten years prior.
"Who are you?" Alice was asking.
Rachel rolled her eyes. She spotted Jack and he noticed her relax. "As I've already told you, three times. My name is Rachel Moran."
"You know where we are. How?"
"I was told by my father where to look. I followed hot stuff over there around for a few days to be sure."
Alice shook her head before stepping forward to slap her. Rachel braced herself, but the hit never came. "And what would your father know?"
"Remove the hand and I'll tell you," Alice lowered her hand, but didn't step back. "I would've thought you treated Torchwood officers better then this. My father is Jackson Moran, head of Torchwood four."
Emily laughed. "Torchwood four has been missing since 1732."
"Your point?" Rachel asked. "I finally get back to earth and this is how I get treated! You don't scare me. I grew up in a war zone. We lived for survival."
Jack watched her carefully. She wasn't flinching in her story, but at the same time, Alice and Emily weren't believing her.
"Hey! That's the girl from the pass!" Jack said, interrupting them and giving Rachel a reprieve.
The two women turned and looked at him. "Yes... What do you know about her, Jack?" Emily asked.
He shrugged. "Met her about a week ago near here. Had dinner with her a few times," he waggled his eye brows. "I thought she couldn't resist me!"
"Oh, please!" Rachel came from behind them. "You're not that great!" Jack gaped. "Just a means to an end. I'm here now."
Alice laughed heartily. "I think I could get to like you."
Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Does that mean we can now talk like civilized people? Cause the last person that had me tied up like this didn't live very long," she said it with such seriousness that Jack couldn't tell if she was lying or not.
Alice and Emily glanced at each other. "We need some sort of proof of who you are," Alice insisted.
Rachel sighed and shook her head, "What do you want from me? I grew up a soldier in a private force. I can tell you anything you want about Canisians, not that you should have any problem with them, they're too busy killing each other, but that's about the best I can do you for."
Alice untied Rachel, who in turn rubbed her wrists, glad to be rid of the rope that had left feint red marks on her pale skin. "Thank you," Rachel replied.
"How did you get here?" Emily asked as they led Rachel out of the vault.
"The rift that you protect, there are similar ones on other planets. During their time on Canis Major, the original Torchwood four team sought out the location of the rift. They set our base of operations under it, much like your base," She explained. Since she'd come through the rift and Jack recalled the rift spike that had occurred around the same time she said she'd come into Cardiff, they'd decided to stick with a similar story, just changing the alternate reality to a different planet. "While fending off the opposing forces, since we weren't aligned to anyone, we were subject to attack from both sides of the war, our senior members looked into methods to get home."
"Your senior members being the original team?" Alice asked.
Rachel nodded. She was actually surprised at how well the lie slipped off her tongue to these two heartless women, but it was. "The younger members are their children, like me, and other humans we found that agreed to join our cause," she glanced back a Jack who was smiling at her, she nodded and winked at him. She was in.