A Bad Day to be Late (a Torchwood fan fic)
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Chapter 1
It was as silent as a full moon night, when all of a sudden the alarms sounded. Captain Jack Harkness startled awake making his coffee mug go flying.
“Damn it, my paperwork on Blowfish is ruined!” he said before rushing to the office window that overlooked the Torchwood institute. The sub-terra building had only just been re-done, after it got blown to pieces by the government in a ploy to kill the Torchwood team as of the 456 crises. They had since come to mutual agreement with the government after returning from America and they had decided to pay for all the damage that was done.
Jack was the only one still working into the night; everyone else had gone home 3-4 hours ago. Now he would probably have to stay another 4 hours to re-do his work.
‘What’s set the alarm off this time? The government obviously couldn’t afford a good enough alarm,’ he thought to himself while making his way to the mains. As he strode through the alien holding units he noticed that they had also been disturbed. The Weevil, Nostrovite, Sleeper and Fairie were all scratching at the glass panel.
“Sorry guys, tripped alarm,” Jack exclaimed.
“I don’t think it was, Jack,” the figure stepped into Jacks eyesight.
“It’s you.”
“Yes Jack, I’m back!”
Chapter 2
Rex slammed his fist down onto his alarm clock.
“Damn Jack Harkness. Why does he want us to be at Torchwood so early in the morning?”
Rex closed his eyes hoping for at least another 5 minutes of sleep.
“Gwen, I’ve made fried eggs and bacon. It’s all ready on the table.”
“Just a minute Rhys. I haven’t put on my blouse yet!”
“Oh, leave it. Nobody wants you to wear it anyway!”
“Hey!” Gwen strode into the kitchen. “You’d better be on your best behaviour today. You don’t want to be left out on the next assignment like last time.”
“It’s not my fault Jack doesn’t like me and it was only those little fat creatures,” Rhys responded.
“They’re called Adipose. I think they’re cute!”
“You would.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. Come on Gwen, we’re going to be late!”
Rex lifted his head up to see the alarm clock.
“What? I fell back asleep for another half hour,” Rex jumped up and ran to the bathroom as if he were competing for the Olympics. “Jack’s going to kill me!”
Gwen Cooper and Rhys Williams rushed hand in hand into Roald Dahl Plass and towards the fountain.
“Keep a look out. Make sure nobody is watching,” Gwen exclaimed.
“It’s all right Gwen. Nobody takes any notice of us when we’re in this spot.”
“I know, but just to be sure Rhys,” Gwen replied as Rex Matheson came rushing up to them.
“I thought I was going to be late,” Rex said.
“You are, but you’re not the only one this time. Rhys decided to hide my blouse,” she said staring at the culprit.
“I would have liked to see that one,” Rex joked as the lift fell below the fountain.
“You men are all as bad as each other!” The three Torchwood members stepped off the lift and into the opening room of Torchwood. It really was like nothing else. Gadgets and structures from all the galaxies of the solar system filled the building, while prehistoric creatures flew overhead.
“Jack... Jack?” No response was heard. “That’s weird, Jack always greets us in the morning,” Gwen exclaimed.
“I’ll go check his office,” said Rex as he ran up the stairs to the room that overlooked where they stood. “... No, there’s no one up here. We should check the alien holding units. He said he was examining the Blowfish.”
The three of them made their way to the units. Gwen led the way, but stopped in her tracks as she entered the facility. “Oh my...”
“Jack...”
Chapter 3
“Is that his blood?”
“It looks like he’s been dragged through to somewhere,” Rhys said.
“Let’s go check it out!” They followed the bloody trail that could only be Jack’s. The trail ended at the extra terrestrial ship unit room.
“One of the spaceships has been taken,” Gwen examined.
“Yeah, the 15760. It belonged to the Sontaran,” Rex explained.
“We have to find him. There must be some way?”
“There is a way,” Gwen replied. “There’s a tracker on the ship. We can locate it on the computer system.”
Gwen, Rhys and Rex were huddled around the institute’s computer system and had located the spaceship.
“That’s weird. It’s landed outside the Evolution Night Club downtown. We could get there in less than fifteen minutes!”
“Let’s do it!”
Chapter 4
The Torchwood Range Rover Vogue skidded up to the entrance of Cardiff’s biggest club.
“Right, we’re not here to party or have fun. We’re here to retrieve Jack!”
“Just a little drink Gwen. Come on?” Rhys asked.
“No! Now come on. Jack could be in serious trouble.”
They loaded out the car, and strode up the entrance. Within 5 minutes, Gwen, Rhys and Rex were making their way to the back of the room.
“HE COULD BE ANYWHERE!” Rhys shouted over the loud music.
“WE’LL FIND HIM!” Gwen responded.
They were now at the back of the room, and had opened a ‘staff-only’ door, leaving the tipsy dancers behind. They walked to the back of the hallway, where they found a door saying ‘changing room’. Gwen threw the door open.
“Well, well, well. They seem to have found me. Your Torchwood chums are really very clever Jack,” faint muffles could be heard from the back of the room.
“JACK!” Gwen could see him tied up at the back.
“Do you remember me Gwen, Rhys... and whoever you are?”
“The name’s Rex!”
“Ooh, an American. How special.”
“Of course I remember you,” Gwen spoke up. “...Captain John Hart!”
To be continued in: A Turn in Time (a Torchwood fan fic)
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