A Difficult Explanation (Broadchurch+Torchwood)

Chapter 6-Murder

Alec pulled on his jacket and turned to Jack. Technically the Captain had saved his life. He sighed lightly, "Ready to go?" He asked, slightly impatient. Jack nodded and shoved his hands into his pocket. "Yeah." Jack lead the D.I. out of the room and out of the hospital, ignoring all of the nurses remarks. He knew the Detective just wanted this case to be over. The Captain exited the hospital, Alec walking beside him. For once, the Detective wasn't making any sarcastic comments.

The trek back to the station was long. Jack really wished he would be able to use his vortex manipulator. Teleporting to the station would be so much easier. He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked at the ground as they walked. "Harkness?" Alec asked lightly. "Hm?" Jack asked as he looked up, grey eyes focusing on the Detective's face. "Who do you think killed Daniel Latimer?" Jack shrugged, "I only know features based on horrible night lighting. If you take me around town I might be able to see."

Alec nodded slowly. He then shrugged and looked straight ahead again. He felt as if Jack was slowly becoming more and more a major suspect and witness in this case. Miller had slowly been getting rid of suspect after suspect, but Jack's story of him drowning and being strangled was obviously false. It wasn't possible. Death comes to everyone. Especially the Detective.

Jack and Alec entered the police station, but were immediately stopped by a policeman. "Sir!" He said, "Another murder, body torn apart, teeth marks-" Jack had stopped listening after teeth marks. This was the reason he came to Broadchurch. "Where?" He asked, staring at the officer. Once the man had given him directions, he was gone before anyone could say anything. He turned away from Alec and sprinted out the building. He continued to run down the street, heading for the alleyway the officer had described. He knew what was in that alley. As he ran, he pulled his coms out of his pocket and put it in his ear. He called the Torchwood team.

"Ianto! Gwen! You almost to Broadchurch?"

"Jack! Oh my God it's so good to hear your voice!" Gwen said. "But yeah, Broadchurch is about ten minutes away."

"Hurry! I found the Weevil!" Jack said as he opened his manipulator and teleported into the alley. Once he appeared in the shadowed area, he pulled out his revolver. "Come out." He whispered. "I'm ready for ya."

The Weevil came out from behind the dumpster, growling, and staring at him.

Jack pulled the trigger, hoping to keep the Weevil busy until his team showed up. His idea didn't work. The alien just became angrier and angrier. "Dammit!" He muttered as he watched the Weevil charge.

"Harkness!" Alec growled and started to chase after him. No matter if the man was a suspect of a case or not, he couldn't have him penetrate the crime scene. He lost sight of Jack's coat tail, but continued in the direction of the alley. He quickened his pace at the sound of gun firing. He made it to the alley. No one had made it there yet. No police. Apparently they thought he had it under control.

The smell of blood made Alec dizzy as he took a step into the darkened area. He saw two bodies. One splayed out in the center, most likely the first. Bite marks were vivid on the corpse, blood sticking to it like confetti. He then looked at the body slumped in the corner. He only saw the back of it, but he could tell who it was. He took a cautious step forward, careful of stepping in the blood or damaging the crime scene. He looked down at the corner, the body of Jack Harkness slumped against it, blood still dripping down his pale face. He kneeled beside him, "I'm sorry." He said, for once the guilt too overpowering. "I'm so sorry." He sighed lightly and stood up, only to notice Jack's chest still moving slightly. He wasn't dead yet. Alec pulled out his phone and called an ambulance. He talked quickly before putting his phone back into his pocket. "Hang on Jack." He muttered, the wail of a siren able to be heard in the distance.