A Difficult Explanation (Broadchurch+Torchwood)

Chapter 4-Pushing the Truth

D.I. Alec Hardy blinked open his hazel eyes. He rolled onto his side and stared at the red numbers on his clock. He blinked slowly, watching the numbers change from '3:59' to '4:00.' The detective flipped onto his back and stared at the ceiling. His alarm had been set for 6:30, but he knew he wouldn't be getting any more sleep tonight. Alec closed his eyes and rubbed his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose. He slowly sat up, eyes scanning the dark room. He pulled his legs up to his chest, resting his arms on his knees.

Alec's breath froze as he watched his vision slowly sway back and forth. He quickly turned to his bedside table and reached for his packet of pills. He popped two out of their homes and placed them in his mouth, immediately following them up with water. He drew in a soft breath and flopped back onto his back. Alec turned on his side and closed his eyes. Once his breathing had slowed, he was surprised to find himself slowly slipping into unconsciousness.

Alec woke up once more, but this time, to the blare of his alarm. He slammed his hand on his clock, instantly shutting up the device. The detective threw his legs over the side of his bed. He began the day with a heavy sigh, and a change of clothes.

Captain Jack Harkness awoke, huddled in the corner of the interrogation room. He slowly stood up, hearing his bones creak slightly, possibly from age, but most likely the uncomfortable position in which he slept. He stretched each limb. Jack rubbed his eyes and moved his neck to each side, popping it slowly. He sighed and started to pace the room, eager to escape, yet he couldn't hide the small smirk from his face. Torchwood would arrive soon.

Alec walked into the station at a brisk pace. He stopped in the center of the room, looking for his partner on the current case. When he spotted her he headed for her, following her to the interrogation room. "Miller!" He called, stopping her before she was able to enter the room where the dead-yet living- man was kept. "What?" Ellie asked, turning to face him. "What are you doing?" He asked, his usual gruff and harsh tone echoing through the empty air. "Checking on Jack," she paused, "He's been here a whole night, sir."

"Of course he's been here all night!" Alec scoffed, watching the confusion cloud Ellie's gaze. He sighed, "Miller, last night I brought our little friend into custody."

"What?" Miller was obviously shocked. "Why?"

"Mil-" The D.I. was cut off by his assistant. "Sir he was drowned! How could you do that? Considering everything he had been through yesterday?"

Alec put his hand up, "Miller." He growled, louder this time.

"What?" Miller stared straight at him. "What could possibly be more important?" The question had never been answered. Instead, Alec pushed himself into the room, eyes locking with Jack's.

Jack Harkness stared at the new arrivals. He stifled a yawn, slowly walking over to the table. He sat in the chair, resting his elbows across the table's cold surface.

The questioning began. Every quizzical thought was fired in Jack's direction, but all he did was shake it off with a shrug. The tension had been flowing through the room, making the humidity rise. Alec's questions ranged from easy to answer, to questions that needed several minutes of thought to answer, yet Jack kept silent.

"Why will you never answer us?" Alec glared at Jack, feeling the anger, stress, and hatred mix within him. Jack shrugged. Alec pinched the bridge of his nose and ran the same hand through his chestnut brown hair. "Interview paused at." He paused and looked at his watch, "9:37 A.M." He then clicked a button on the recorder. He turned to Ellie. "Miller." He sighed, "Go check on the Daniel Latimer case." Ellie nodded and slowly stood up, walking out of the room. Alec placed his head in his hands, this was getting no where. He was no where close to the murderer with the 10 year-old. No where close to finding out exactly who Captain Jack Harkness was.

Jack watched Ellie go. His eyes then turned back to Alec. He couldn't shake the feeling of how he looked exactly like the Doctor. Had Jack somehow stumbled inside a parallel universe? No...That wasn't even possible. He sighed softly, still settling into his thoughts. He fell back into reality when the detective spoke up. "Jack...Last night."

"What?" Jack responded, irritation creating an edge to his voice.

"Doctor." Alec looked up, watching the emotion flash across Jack's gaze, yet it was gone just as quick as it had come.

"What?" Jack said again.

Alec sighed, he would get nothing out of this man. He slowly stood up. As he began to walk towards the door, he felt his chest explode with pain, as if a firecracker had just went off inside of him. His breath hitched in his throat as his vision clouded and began to spin. The detective fell against the wall grappling onto it for support. "Alec?" The questioning voice of Jack could be heard. He was never able to respond, for the next thing that met him was the ground and the relaxation of the black.

 

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