That's Very Me

Bad Wolf

He'd worked for Torchwood for about a month now. He hated the job, couldn't stand it. He was pretending to be drunk, trailing after a weird radiation reading when he first saw her. She was simply weaving among a crowd, but her clothes were all wrong. Wrong era, wrong type, she shouldn't have been there.

The second time he saw her. She saved his life, throwing a knife at an alien attacking him. She vanished again.

The third time, he jerked out of death to find himself indoors. It was a theatre closed for the season, but still warm enough for him. He sat up and immediately noticed her. Jeans, white sweater, a pair of red, worn Chuck Taylors, brown hair and a scar across her face. He reached for a weapon And she sighed.

"You don't need a weapon Jack, I'm only delivering a message. "

"Who are you, how do you know me?" He demanded, drawing a gun.

"I'm from your future, I came to give you a few messages and then I have to go."

"Who are you?" He repeated. She sighed and held out three letters to him. He glanced away and she was gone, leaving him with the letters.

One addressed to him with today's date, one addressed to him at another date, centuries away. And the third to... Bad Wolf.

Jack opened the envelope.

Dear Jack,
Time has passed for you as it has for me. Just like you, I was separated from the Doctor. For a very long time, nearly 100 years. I found my way back, but things changed. I don't look the same, I don't feel the same or even act the same. I'm different, very different, another species entirely. You'll see my messenger more and more, the closer it gets to the date on the second letter. Please do not attack her. Her name is Emma. For the second letter, you will need to meet me somewhere, Emma will tell you where. I'll see you then.
Love,
Rose Tyler

Rose wasn't wrong, Emma appeared five years later, she went to Torchwood and spoke with my employers. She looked angry.

Emma knew present Jack would see her, but it couldn't be helped.

"I need to speak with you." She told the women. They exchanged looks.

"Name, and reason."

"My name is Rose Tyler." The dragged Emma inside and plopped her down next to another Jack.

"Em-Rose? What are you...oh, you're here for me."

"Precisely."

"Um, you do know they want to kill you, right?"

"Of course they do, but if they kill me now, they'll never get the Doctor." The woman froze.

"The Doctor. Talk."

"Nah, don't feel like it."

"You will."

"Why?"

"You can't threaten me with my death or Jack's, he can't die. You got nothing."

"What do you want?"

"First you're going to listen to Jack, do what he says and then you're going to let me go."

"Why on earth would we do that?"

"Because you won't get the Doctor otherwise. I'm from the future, and the past, you kill me, you'll never get him."

Jack saw Emma every few decades, she saw him sometimes, and sometimes she didn't. He kept the letters close, always. Time passed and Jack got older. He never died, only kept on living. It was painful as hell, watching everyone around him die. The day he came back to the entirety of Torchwood 3, dead. He nearly fell apart. Emma appeared at the end. He screamed at her, wanting her to leave. She didn't. She sank down next to him and pulled him into her arms. He cried into her chest. When he stopped, she helped him put his team to rest. She cleaned Torchwood with him. She was there until he could bear it. He was alone, so very alone, but she smiled softly.

"Not much longer Jack, I promise. So very soon. Remember to avoid yourself too." Jack gave her a small smile.

"Thank you Emma."

"You're welcome."

"Who is Rose to you?"

"She's...she's my sister."

"She's lucky to have you." Emma grinned a familiar smile.

"I know." She hit a switch and vanished. Over time, he gained team members again. Tosh, Susie, Owen. And then Canary Wharf happened. It was them cleaning out Torchwood one before anyone went in. And the last day, he saw the list. Rose Tyler. He felt the wrenching pain every time he heard about Torchwood one. He gained Ianto and asked him about the battle. Ianto had seen them both, Rose and the Doctor.

He knew the date and then a note was left for him.

"Canary Wharf Memorial, 3 o'clock."

Jack went alone and walked until he found it. He traced her name and then he noticed a familiar figure. Emma. He approached her and she looked up.

"Emma, I thought Rose was supposed to..."

"She is here Jack. She's always been here." Jack stared at her.

"What?"

"You have to know who I am, you and no one else. He can't know me until everything and everyone is lost. Until he knocks four times."