Apocalypse Rising (Book Four)

The Unicorn and the Wasp

Majority rules - unanimous rules, actually - and so we're getting "The Unicorn and the Wasp" now! So many people were excited to see how Torchwood would do with the Apocalypse, so here we go! Speaking of Torchwood, remember: 200 comments by the end of "Journey's End" to find out who lives in "Children of Earth!"

But first, a small bit of info for those of you not following me . . . yesterday, my aunt that lives on the other side of the country died from triple negative breast cancer. Mom and I will be flying out Wednesday to join Dad there for the funeral, and we'll be flying back Sunday. I doubt there will be a ton of writing time in between, but if I do not update for the rest of the week, that will be the reason why. It's tough, as she was under fifty when she died. We'll see if I do Alice's takeover days while I'm there or not . . . we'll just have to see.

Anyway, on a brighter note . . . we get detective work from Torchwood, Jack finally admits he regrets something, and Torchwood comes up with their own nickname for the Apocalypse! :D

Enjoy!

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Jack poked his head out of the TARDIS when it landed, and sighed in relief. "Well, she didn't pick a different planet," he said, stepping outside. "Smart girl."

"Oh, smell that air," the Apocalypse inhaled as the rest of them piled out. "Grass and lemonade, and a little bit of mint."

"A hint of mint," Jack joked.

"Yeah," the Apocalypse nodded, looking around. "Must be the 1920s."

"Hang on, you can tell what year it is just by smelling?" Gwen stared at her.

"Oh, yeah," the Apocalypse winked.

"Or maybe that big vintage car coming up the drive gave it away," Donna pointed.

The Apocalypse groaned, giving Donna a glare. "You take the fun out of this!"

"Awful big manor it's heading to," Tosh put a hand over her eyes to avoid looking into the sun.

"Very big," the Apocalypse confirmed, heading that way to look around the edge of the building.

The others followed suit, just in time to see a vicar pedal up on a bicycle. "Ah, Reverend!" the man in the car greeted.

"Professor Peach," the Reverend nodded. "Beautiful day. The Lord's in his heaven, all's right with the world."

"Reverend Golightly," the butler said. "Lady Eddison requests you make yourselves comfortable in your rooms. Cocktails will be served on the lawn from half past four."

"You go on up," Peach gestured to Golightly. "I need to check something in the library."

"Oh?"

"Alone."

"It's supposed to be a party!" the vicar complained, making Donna brighten when she heard. "All this work will be the death of you!"

"Never mind Planet Zog!" Donna gushed. "A party in the 1920s! That's more like it!"

"But we haven't been invited," Owen pointed out.

"Oh, I forgot," the Apocalypse winked, pulling out her psychic paper and giving it a wave. "Yes, we have."

Jack laughed. "Psychic paper!" he cheered, giving her a hug.

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"Why do girls take too long getting ready?" Owen complained as he, Jack, and Ianto waited outside of the TARDIS.