It was a dark night that Jack decided to go for a walk. Memories of Susie, with the bullet ripping through her head earlier this very evening haunted his thoughts. He desperately needed to clear his head.
Gwen, the new team member couldn't be allowed to drop life like everyone else had. For what is the point of life without the small moments spent with the ones you care about. These people, his team, no longer held onto what life was about. He couldn't let another fall a victim to the same fate.
He is walking past a bar known as the dead canary. Suddenly a young girl around the age of 25 stumbles out. Her black hair pulled back into a braid, some form of alcohol splashed across her studded jacket and ripped shirt, someone's blood stained the knees of her black jeans and one of her combat boots was missing, revealing a black sock. She stumbles straight into Jack nearly knocking him over.
“Oh, sorry.” She yelps as she draws away. Her thick British accent very clear.
“It's alright, so tell me what a fine young lady like yourself is doing stumbling out of bars at midnight?” he says in his normal flirtatious manner
“Oh, um I just got into a little squabble. It's all sorted now though.” She chirps as a police siren rips through the sound of drunk yellings from the bar “um nice meeting you sir, but I gotta run.” She says as she breaks out into a sprint down Barrack lane.
What an odd girl he thinks to himself as he makes his way back to where he left the car.
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It's been three year since miracle day. Jack and Rex worked hard and long but final rebuilt Torchwood 3 head quarters. In the wreckage they found small things like a cup from Ianto’s coffee machine, an old scalpel of Owen’s and Tosh’s pen. Jack put them in a box and under his new desk in his new office.
Jack and Rex had worked hard to make an identical version of the last Torchwood 3 head quarters.
After the reconstruction was complete Rex went back to America in hopes to reform the American Torchwood into a place that helps both aliens and humans rather than hunt the aliens.
The latest Torchwood 3 team now consists of Gwen, Rhys and Jack. Not as good as his old team but would have to do until they found replacements. Harsh is the world we live in.
Jack was sitting on the bench of the information station that they locate their Torchwood base under. When a Lady around the age of 30 burst in through the door. She has a split lip, her hair has 5 braids down the right side and the rest of her hair is free flowing. She is wearing black combat boots, black jeans, a ripped shirt and a black studded jacket. She looked familiar but Jack couldn't work out where he'd met her.
“Sorry to bother you sir, but an angry guy is about to burst through that door. I was wondering if you'd be so kind as to let me hide behind that bench of yours.” She inquires in a thick British accent.
“Be my guest.” He replies
And just as she said moments after she jumps behind the bench a tall muscled guy walks in with a long grey beard.
“Yo you've seen a chic bout yay high.” The man indicates a hight with his hand.
“Yes she ran past down towards the docks.” Jack replies
“Thanks man.” The man says as he dashes out.
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Odd Young Girl
Fanfictionthis is a Doctor Who, Torchwood and the class story. one day Captain Jack Harknis meets and odd young girl who spins life on it's head and makes everything more complicated. and he loves it.
