After a long break from doing anything to this story I have finished Chapter one today and managed to upload it. This will be added to the story page also. Enjoy.
Chapter 1
Torchwood Hub Cardiff
August 19th 2009
Jack sifted through the paperwork strewn all over the HUB as though he were wading his way through a stagnant lake. So much had happened in the last few months and now after the onslaught of the Daleks and having to bid farewell to the Doctor and Rose again, Jack was left with Gwen and Mickey (the idiot).
As he forced his way into his office and turned over his scorched desk he found the newspaper cutting he had taken from when he, the Doctor and Rose had fought the last Slitheen disguised as the Mayor, the face still made him chuckle.
His memoirs were cut short by Gwen who appeared at the door with a broom and her cellphone in her hand, “Reminiscing?”
“Yeah you could say that.”
“I think somebody is willing to impress” she leant back and revealed the image of Mickey rummaging through the metallic remains of one of the computer displays. Jack let a wry smile creep across his face, “yeah, he does try. That’s Mickey.” Before he could finish the sentence however Mickey let out a shrill cry as the hammer he was using to part the twisted steel dropped and landed on his foot. “Ahh Mickey the idiot, living up to the name I see” Shouted Jack, still relishing in the fact that he could wind Mickey up on a whim. He couldn’t decide whether Mickey had heard the insult or not because he just carried on rolling around in pain on the floor of the hub and Jack and Gwen chuckled to themselves.
Gwen lifted the cellphone in her hand so that it crossed Jacks eye line and he looked at her inquisitively. ‘For you’ she quipped, and tossed the phone into Jacks waiting palm. He lifted the device to his ear and clicked the unkown caller off of hold. “Gwen tells me your giving Mickey a hard time” spoke the soft voice of Martha Jones from the other end of the phone.
‘Marhta Jones’ replied Jack, ‘you know me, Im not one for favourtism’. Martha laughed gently. Her and Jack had grown close over the past months and with everything that had happened between them Jack felt he needed to hear Martha’s voice every now and again to remind himself just how fragile human life was. “Surely you’ve not been promoted again”, quipped Jack.
‘I’ll ignore that comment’ retored Martha and she pressed on with the main reason behind her call. “I’m calling on business Jack, Im based in the states at the moment and two weeks ago there was a murder attempt on an inmate on death row.”
“Hardly anything suprising Martha, can’t UNIT deal with murder now?”
“No the weird thing about it was the victim claims that it was a robot. A living robot sent from the future to kill him.”
Jack straightened up “We should all be so lucky.” He chuckled, “Whaddya you think?”
“Im not sure we’ve had some whackos form time to time but the story is the same everytime and it just feels weird.”
“You’d like me to check it out wouldn’t you?”
“I would yes, this is off the record for now”
“Oh you naughty little thing” finished Jack knowing deep down that for Martha to have rung Torchwood like this she was not only taking a big risk but also must have been quite serious in the first place. “I can’t promise anything but I’ll run some checks, you have a name and location for me?”
“Of course” replied Martha, ”The inmate has been transferred to a secure location for the moment just outside of Tennessee”
“and his name?”
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