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humantalesTitle: Torchwood Is Yours
Author:humantales
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Character: Captain Jack Harkness, OC's
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,277
Warnings: AU
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters and settings are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: When Jack lands over a hundred years past where he was aiming, he has some time to fill. Why not spend it baby-sitting the Rift?
Masterlist
1879
On a particularly rainy April day, Jack was summoned to Lord Bute.
"You're looking well, Captain Harkness," the Marquess said when Jack was sitting before him with a glass of whiskey. They spent several minutes in small talk before he said, "Since I was made aware of your activities, I have been sending reports to Her Majesty. She asked me to continue providing them, which I have done, but she felt no further action was needed."
"I'm honoured that Her Majesty has placed such trust in me," Jack replied, not sure where this was going.
"There was an incident in the moors of Scotland last week," the Marquess continued. "She didn't feel it necessary to give me the details; however, she has requested your presence there." He handed an envelope to Jack. "There are your train tickets; a coach will be waiting for you at the train station. There is apparently some urgency to the matter."
Jack opened the envelope to find the train tickets; the first leg was to start that night. Swallowing, he nodded. "Thank you for your time, Lord Bute. My train leaves tonight; I have quite a bit to do before then."
As he was leaving, the Marquess said, "Safe journeys, Captain, and God bless."
The trip itself was unremarkable. Jack was met at the station by a nondescript carriage which took him to a stately house. A man dressed as a butler met him at the door. "Captain Harkness?" he asked. When Jack confirmed his identity, the man led him to a comfortable-looking guest room and said, "After you have washed off the dust of the road, Lady MacLeish asks that you join her and her guest in the parlour. When you are ready, simply pull the bell rope."
Jack quickly pulled off his clothes and wiped himself down, paying special attention to his hands and face. Then, after dressing in clean clothes, he pulled the bell rope. He couldn't focus enough on the servant to retain any memory of them; he just followed them to the parlour.
"Captain Harkness," a lovely young woman dressed in deep mourning greeted him. "Thank you for coming. May I present Her Majesty, Queen Victoria of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, Empress of India and Defender of Faith."
Jack had been telling himself that he shouldn't be awestruck by meeting the nineteenth century queen whose name was still associated with repressed, prim and proper behaviour three thousand years later, but he couldn't help being impressed by her. There was something about her that commanded attention. "Your Majesty," he said, bowing low. "I am here at your request."
"Thank you for responding to my request," the queen said formally. "Lady Isobel, thank you for your assistance. Would you give us some privacy?"
"Of course," the young woman, Lady MacLeish, said as she left the room.
When she was gone, the queen closed the doors. "Please make yourself comfortable, Captain," she said. "This conversation will take some time."
Jack took a chair directly across from Queen Victoria and sat at attention.
"May I ask what military gave you the rank of Captain?" she asked.
Normally, Jack would have either avoided answering the question or spun a yarn that would be difficult to sort out. In this case, though, he suspected honesty was his best bet. "It's not one you would know," he answered. "I'm from a very long way from here."
She looked a little surprised. "Do you mean that you're not of this planet?"
"Er, yes, ma'am," Jack said. "I'm a little surprised that would occur to you."
"Let me explain myself then," the queen said, leaning back in her chair a little. Her tone had gone even colder. "Four weeks ago, I met two people not far from here, a Dr. James McCrimmon and a Miss Rose Tyler." She noted Jack's response and asked, "Do you know them?"
Licking his lips, Jack said, "I knew a Miss Rose Tyler once, a long time ago. I don't believe I've ever met a Dr. McCrimmon."
"I see," she said, her voice still frosty. "I was on my way here to spend the night since a fallen tree had blocked the rails north of Aberdeen. Since Dr. McCrimmon had papers from the Lord Provost indicating that he was appointed my protector, they came with me."
Jack kept himself from reacting only with a great deal of effort, which he suspected the queen had observed. Why the Doctor was using an alias was beyond Jack, he never had in Jack's experience, but there must have been a reason for it. It did sound like the Doctor and Rose. "Was there a problem?" he asked.
"Yes," the queen said. "A werewolf—"
Jack choked. "A what?" Then he remembered who was speaking. "Pardon me, Your Majesty, but there are no such things as . . ." Several different species that could be mistaken for werewolves came to his mind. He shook his head. "Never mind. Please continue."
"A werewolf had taken control of this estate in order to take over my body and begin his own empire." For the first time, Queen Victoria looked uncomfortable. "With the help of the two strangers, we were able to defeat both it and its comrades, although several good men died in the fight, including Sir Robert." She was silent a moment before she continued. "The Doctor and Miss Tyler were instrumental in defeating this threat; however, they were excited and enjoying themselves. It distressed me that anyone could consider such horrors as anything but the horrors they are. I knighted them for their assistance and banished them from the Empire." She was quiet for a moment. "This incident has made me aware of the unimaginable enemies that the Empire has. I am creating an institute to study and fight these enemies, and to guard against the Doctor. Lady Isobel is leaving this estate; I will use it to honour Sir Robert's sacrifice and his father's ingenuity by turning it into the Torchwood Institute."
Jack had heard of the Torchwood Institute, of course; but he'd no idea that it had started this early as a British institution. "That sounds like a fine way to study and fight the enemies of the Empire, Your Majesty. If you need my assistance, it is yours for the asking. However, you do not need to guard against the Doctor." It was hard work not to hold his breath.
"May I ask why not?" Her voice was now icy.
Jack took a minute to put his thoughts into order. "The Doctor is not human," he said carefully. "To judge his responses as human can be seriously misleading."
"You know him," the queen stated.
"I think that's putting it too strongly," Jack said with a sigh. "I was acquainted with him, and I travelled with him for some time. Miss Tyler was with us as well." He thought of how to defend Rose. "She's very young, Your Majesty, and she's a true innocent. However, it may have appeared, she has a kind and generous heart." He looked down at his hands for a moment, remembering the beautiful girl he'd danced with by Big Ben and who he'd kissed good-bye when he thought the Daleks were about to kill him. "She saved my life and my soul. And the Doctor, anything good you see in me comes from him. He took—" Jack decided he'd said enough.
Queen Victoria said nothing for several minutes, but the look she gave Jack felt as if she was able to see everything in his mind. "Why do you no longer travel with him?"
Huffing out a laugh, Jack said, "On my good days, I think he thought I was dead. On my bad ones, that I'd done something unforgivable. One day, I hope to meet him again and ask."
"He left you behind?" she asked, more as confirmation than a question. When Jack nodded, she asked, "And yet you stay loyal to him? Why does he deserve your loyalty?"
"I made a mistake," Jack said, keeping his emotions firmly behind walls. "A mistake that would have destroyed the world, and that's not my being dramatic. He fixed it, and asked for nothing except the joy that everyone lived." Jack could still remember the joy on the Doctor's face, and the happy couple dancing on the TARDIS. "He forced me to see what I'd done, admit it, and work to fix it, but that was it. Just before he left, we were fighting an opponent that was trying to divide us by telling me that he couldn't defeat them without killing me, along with a number of others." He looked the intimidating woman in the face and said, "I told that opponent, 'Never doubted him, never will'. That hasn't changed."
Her expression was less than happy, but the queen asked, "It is my understanding that you have been fighting similar enemies in Cardiff for nearly a decade, using your own money and risking your life. Is this true?"
"Yes, ma'am," Jack said, smiling. "It is perhaps the thing in my life I am most proud of."
"I have also been informed that, on several occasions, it is shocking that you survived wounds you have received, much less appear as healthy as you do."
Lying would be very bad, but would telling the truth be any better? "I'm a little harder to kill than average," Jack said carefully.
"In fact," the queen continued, looking straight at Jack, "you are no more difficult to kill than anyone else. You merely come back." She patted a stack of papers next to her. "I have reports here, internal reports of yours that were obtained for me, that describe multiple deaths, horrific ones, and your recovery."
Swallowing hard, Jack closed his eyes and nodded. "Yes, ma'am, that's true."
"Did the Doctor do this to you?"
"I doubt it," Jack said. "I hope he can tell me how it happened, but I don't think he did it."
"And yet you are still loyal."
"Yes, ma'am."
Looking at him, the queen asked, "Will you give that same loyalty to me?"
Jack stopped breathing for a minute. "Wales, Great Britain, has given me a home when I had nothing. Yes, you have my loyalty, and I will continue to fight to protect my home."
"But you will not fight the Doctor?"
"Not without a much better reason," Jack answered.
"You believe he deserves your loyalty," the queen said. "He seems a very dangerous man to be around, and a careless one."
"He's only dangerous to those who want to hurt others," Jack said, "and he's not a careless man, not at all." With a twisted smile, he admitted, "He is reckless as, well, he is reckless."
"Perhaps he does not create danger," the queen said, looking at the fireplace. "However, he is most certainly a harbinger of it."
Jack couldn't argue that; in fact, he could give far too many examples himself. "I won't argue that. I certainly wouldn't argue that keeping an eye out for the Doctor is a good idea; I will argue that he shouldn't be guarded against. In fact, I could make a very good case that, when we see him around, we should send a team to assist him." Jack thought about that for a minute. "He'd hate it, but it'd probably be a good idea."
"Why Cardiff?" the queen asked after a minute's quiet.
Jack was just relieved not to have to defend the Doctor any more. What had he and Rose been doing to irritate the queen so badly? "There's a rift in time and space that runs through the town," he said. "Things come through it. Most of it's harmless. To be honest, most of it's rubbish, the flotsam and jetsam of the universe. Sometimes, it's something we can use, something good. And sometimes, it's something we have to defend against."
"Those intelligent fish?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah," Jack said with a chuckle. "They're usually more a nuisance than really dangerous, but they do have to be watched."
"You find yourself trapped in this country and, instead of finding somewhere safe to live comfortably, you use your resources to protect my people?" The queen's tone had warmed, at least a little.
"Yes, ma'am," Jack said. "Cardiff has given me a home; protecting her is the least I can do."
"If I were to ask you to expand your protection?"
Oh. Jack had been assuming that he was being asked to consult, or shut down, or leave. "It would be my honour, but I won't pull support out of Cardiff. That Rift is dangerous."
"Captain Harkness," Victoria said, sitting very straight, her voice very formal, "I am creating an institute to study and protect this empire against enemies such as the werewolf I faced a month ago, against any paranormal threats we do not yet understand. It would be a betrayal of my position if I did not consider asking the man who has been doing precisely that for nearly a decade for his service in that fight." Before Jack could say anything, she continued, "After speaking with you, it is clear to me that I would be betraying my people if I did not give the leadership of that institute to the man best suited for it. Captain Harkness, will you accept this charge?"
There was only one possible response. Jack stood at attention and saluted. "Yes, ma'am," making sure the pronunciation was the correct British 'mum'.
Standing equally as straight, Queen Victoria nodded. "Then, Captain Harkness, the Torchwood Institute is yours."
fin
10/1/10
Author:
humantalesBeta:
quean_of_swordsArtist:
rotaryphonesCharacter: Captain Jack Harkness, OC's
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,277
Warnings: AU
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters and settings are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: When Jack lands over a hundred years past where he was aiming, he has some time to fill. Why not spend it baby-sitting the Rift?
Masterlist
1879
On a particularly rainy April day, Jack was summoned to Lord Bute.
"You're looking well, Captain Harkness," the Marquess said when Jack was sitting before him with a glass of whiskey. They spent several minutes in small talk before he said, "Since I was made aware of your activities, I have been sending reports to Her Majesty. She asked me to continue providing them, which I have done, but she felt no further action was needed."
"I'm honoured that Her Majesty has placed such trust in me," Jack replied, not sure where this was going.
"There was an incident in the moors of Scotland last week," the Marquess continued. "She didn't feel it necessary to give me the details; however, she has requested your presence there." He handed an envelope to Jack. "There are your train tickets; a coach will be waiting for you at the train station. There is apparently some urgency to the matter."
Jack opened the envelope to find the train tickets; the first leg was to start that night. Swallowing, he nodded. "Thank you for your time, Lord Bute. My train leaves tonight; I have quite a bit to do before then."
As he was leaving, the Marquess said, "Safe journeys, Captain, and God bless."
The trip itself was unremarkable. Jack was met at the station by a nondescript carriage which took him to a stately house. A man dressed as a butler met him at the door. "Captain Harkness?" he asked. When Jack confirmed his identity, the man led him to a comfortable-looking guest room and said, "After you have washed off the dust of the road, Lady MacLeish asks that you join her and her guest in the parlour. When you are ready, simply pull the bell rope."
Jack quickly pulled off his clothes and wiped himself down, paying special attention to his hands and face. Then, after dressing in clean clothes, he pulled the bell rope. He couldn't focus enough on the servant to retain any memory of them; he just followed them to the parlour.
"Captain Harkness," a lovely young woman dressed in deep mourning greeted him. "Thank you for coming. May I present Her Majesty, Queen Victoria of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, Empress of India and Defender of Faith."
Jack had been telling himself that he shouldn't be awestruck by meeting the nineteenth century queen whose name was still associated with repressed, prim and proper behaviour three thousand years later, but he couldn't help being impressed by her. There was something about her that commanded attention. "Your Majesty," he said, bowing low. "I am here at your request."
"Thank you for responding to my request," the queen said formally. "Lady Isobel, thank you for your assistance. Would you give us some privacy?"
"Of course," the young woman, Lady MacLeish, said as she left the room.
When she was gone, the queen closed the doors. "Please make yourself comfortable, Captain," she said. "This conversation will take some time."
Jack took a chair directly across from Queen Victoria and sat at attention.
"May I ask what military gave you the rank of Captain?" she asked.
Normally, Jack would have either avoided answering the question or spun a yarn that would be difficult to sort out. In this case, though, he suspected honesty was his best bet. "It's not one you would know," he answered. "I'm from a very long way from here."
She looked a little surprised. "Do you mean that you're not of this planet?"
"Er, yes, ma'am," Jack said. "I'm a little surprised that would occur to you."
"Let me explain myself then," the queen said, leaning back in her chair a little. Her tone had gone even colder. "Four weeks ago, I met two people not far from here, a Dr. James McCrimmon and a Miss Rose Tyler." She noted Jack's response and asked, "Do you know them?"
Licking his lips, Jack said, "I knew a Miss Rose Tyler once, a long time ago. I don't believe I've ever met a Dr. McCrimmon."
"I see," she said, her voice still frosty. "I was on my way here to spend the night since a fallen tree had blocked the rails north of Aberdeen. Since Dr. McCrimmon had papers from the Lord Provost indicating that he was appointed my protector, they came with me."
Jack kept himself from reacting only with a great deal of effort, which he suspected the queen had observed. Why the Doctor was using an alias was beyond Jack, he never had in Jack's experience, but there must have been a reason for it. It did sound like the Doctor and Rose. "Was there a problem?" he asked.
"Yes," the queen said. "A werewolf—"
Jack choked. "A what?" Then he remembered who was speaking. "Pardon me, Your Majesty, but there are no such things as . . ." Several different species that could be mistaken for werewolves came to his mind. He shook his head. "Never mind. Please continue."
"A werewolf had taken control of this estate in order to take over my body and begin his own empire." For the first time, Queen Victoria looked uncomfortable. "With the help of the two strangers, we were able to defeat both it and its comrades, although several good men died in the fight, including Sir Robert." She was silent a moment before she continued. "The Doctor and Miss Tyler were instrumental in defeating this threat; however, they were excited and enjoying themselves. It distressed me that anyone could consider such horrors as anything but the horrors they are. I knighted them for their assistance and banished them from the Empire." She was quiet for a moment. "This incident has made me aware of the unimaginable enemies that the Empire has. I am creating an institute to study and fight these enemies, and to guard against the Doctor. Lady Isobel is leaving this estate; I will use it to honour Sir Robert's sacrifice and his father's ingenuity by turning it into the Torchwood Institute."
Jack had heard of the Torchwood Institute, of course; but he'd no idea that it had started this early as a British institution. "That sounds like a fine way to study and fight the enemies of the Empire, Your Majesty. If you need my assistance, it is yours for the asking. However, you do not need to guard against the Doctor." It was hard work not to hold his breath.
"May I ask why not?" Her voice was now icy.
Jack took a minute to put his thoughts into order. "The Doctor is not human," he said carefully. "To judge his responses as human can be seriously misleading."
"You know him," the queen stated.
"I think that's putting it too strongly," Jack said with a sigh. "I was acquainted with him, and I travelled with him for some time. Miss Tyler was with us as well." He thought of how to defend Rose. "She's very young, Your Majesty, and she's a true innocent. However, it may have appeared, she has a kind and generous heart." He looked down at his hands for a moment, remembering the beautiful girl he'd danced with by Big Ben and who he'd kissed good-bye when he thought the Daleks were about to kill him. "She saved my life and my soul. And the Doctor, anything good you see in me comes from him. He took—" Jack decided he'd said enough.
Queen Victoria said nothing for several minutes, but the look she gave Jack felt as if she was able to see everything in his mind. "Why do you no longer travel with him?"
Huffing out a laugh, Jack said, "On my good days, I think he thought I was dead. On my bad ones, that I'd done something unforgivable. One day, I hope to meet him again and ask."
"He left you behind?" she asked, more as confirmation than a question. When Jack nodded, she asked, "And yet you stay loyal to him? Why does he deserve your loyalty?"
"I made a mistake," Jack said, keeping his emotions firmly behind walls. "A mistake that would have destroyed the world, and that's not my being dramatic. He fixed it, and asked for nothing except the joy that everyone lived." Jack could still remember the joy on the Doctor's face, and the happy couple dancing on the TARDIS. "He forced me to see what I'd done, admit it, and work to fix it, but that was it. Just before he left, we were fighting an opponent that was trying to divide us by telling me that he couldn't defeat them without killing me, along with a number of others." He looked the intimidating woman in the face and said, "I told that opponent, 'Never doubted him, never will'. That hasn't changed."
Her expression was less than happy, but the queen asked, "It is my understanding that you have been fighting similar enemies in Cardiff for nearly a decade, using your own money and risking your life. Is this true?"
"Yes, ma'am," Jack said, smiling. "It is perhaps the thing in my life I am most proud of."
"I have also been informed that, on several occasions, it is shocking that you survived wounds you have received, much less appear as healthy as you do."
Lying would be very bad, but would telling the truth be any better? "I'm a little harder to kill than average," Jack said carefully.
"In fact," the queen continued, looking straight at Jack, "you are no more difficult to kill than anyone else. You merely come back." She patted a stack of papers next to her. "I have reports here, internal reports of yours that were obtained for me, that describe multiple deaths, horrific ones, and your recovery."
Swallowing hard, Jack closed his eyes and nodded. "Yes, ma'am, that's true."
"Did the Doctor do this to you?"
"I doubt it," Jack said. "I hope he can tell me how it happened, but I don't think he did it."
"And yet you are still loyal."
"Yes, ma'am."
Looking at him, the queen asked, "Will you give that same loyalty to me?"
Jack stopped breathing for a minute. "Wales, Great Britain, has given me a home when I had nothing. Yes, you have my loyalty, and I will continue to fight to protect my home."
"But you will not fight the Doctor?"
"Not without a much better reason," Jack answered.
"You believe he deserves your loyalty," the queen said. "He seems a very dangerous man to be around, and a careless one."
"He's only dangerous to those who want to hurt others," Jack said, "and he's not a careless man, not at all." With a twisted smile, he admitted, "He is reckless as, well, he is reckless."
"Perhaps he does not create danger," the queen said, looking at the fireplace. "However, he is most certainly a harbinger of it."
Jack couldn't argue that; in fact, he could give far too many examples himself. "I won't argue that. I certainly wouldn't argue that keeping an eye out for the Doctor is a good idea; I will argue that he shouldn't be guarded against. In fact, I could make a very good case that, when we see him around, we should send a team to assist him." Jack thought about that for a minute. "He'd hate it, but it'd probably be a good idea."
"Why Cardiff?" the queen asked after a minute's quiet.
Jack was just relieved not to have to defend the Doctor any more. What had he and Rose been doing to irritate the queen so badly? "There's a rift in time and space that runs through the town," he said. "Things come through it. Most of it's harmless. To be honest, most of it's rubbish, the flotsam and jetsam of the universe. Sometimes, it's something we can use, something good. And sometimes, it's something we have to defend against."
"Those intelligent fish?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah," Jack said with a chuckle. "They're usually more a nuisance than really dangerous, but they do have to be watched."
"You find yourself trapped in this country and, instead of finding somewhere safe to live comfortably, you use your resources to protect my people?" The queen's tone had warmed, at least a little.
"Yes, ma'am," Jack said. "Cardiff has given me a home; protecting her is the least I can do."
"If I were to ask you to expand your protection?"
Oh. Jack had been assuming that he was being asked to consult, or shut down, or leave. "It would be my honour, but I won't pull support out of Cardiff. That Rift is dangerous."
"Captain Harkness," Victoria said, sitting very straight, her voice very formal, "I am creating an institute to study and protect this empire against enemies such as the werewolf I faced a month ago, against any paranormal threats we do not yet understand. It would be a betrayal of my position if I did not consider asking the man who has been doing precisely that for nearly a decade for his service in that fight." Before Jack could say anything, she continued, "After speaking with you, it is clear to me that I would be betraying my people if I did not give the leadership of that institute to the man best suited for it. Captain Harkness, will you accept this charge?"
There was only one possible response. Jack stood at attention and saluted. "Yes, ma'am," making sure the pronunciation was the correct British 'mum'.
Standing equally as straight, Queen Victoria nodded. "Then, Captain Harkness, the Torchwood Institute is yours."
fin
10/1/10
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Date: 2010-10-01 06:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-02 04:01 am (UTC)Thanks for your review.
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Date: 2010-10-03 08:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-04 02:06 am (UTC)I've got ideas for where I'd take the sequel, and I want to do it, if I think it'll be read.
Thanks again!
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Date: 2010-10-26 05:02 pm (UTC)The Torchwood Wedding (and jack's reaction to it) was hilarious :D No wedding without disturbances ;)
Do you consider some sort of follow up in this 'verse?
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Date: 2010-10-26 05:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-27 02:23 am (UTC)Once I thought of it, I couldn't resist the wedding. And, of course, Hijinks. ;-)
I've actually started mapping out the next two stories. (One a chronological sequel and the other one starting with 2000.) We'll see how it goes.
Thanks for reviewing!
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Date: 2010-10-28 02:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-28 11:25 am (UTC)Thanks for all the specifics you liked; it's always nice to hear what, specifically, worked. (Especially when it comes to OCs.)
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Date: 2010-10-28 08:57 pm (UTC)Your OCs are fully built characters - I can feel that you gave them personalities and histories, which not every author manages to do !
I really like how you told the story, too, jumping from one year to another. The timespan covered shows how the Warehouse and the team grew very well.
I'm also glad that you made Jack a more mature man - not just feeling sorry for himself and waiting, but actually finding a purpose and a life of his own. Mattie was so sweet and I loved how Sarah got some self confidence and competences. Percy's family was a nice touch too, and I love that you put in an alien team member (not enough friendly aliens in the show, methinks).
I knew he would be in charge of Torchwood in the end, but I still felt gleeful reading it. Like everyone else, I'd be very interested to see how this new and improved Torchwood turns out to be, either in this timeperiod, in the 20th century (like in the 40ties ;-D), or in the 21th with our usual Torchwood Team (with modifications, obviously).
If you're doing a sequel, I'd really like it if you did a chapter per decade, and kept changing things, (Estelle, the war, other missed meeting with the Doctor, but Jack realising he doesn't want to leave ?) so when you get to the canon era, the full fledged organisation would be different and better (no Yvonne Hartman and Ghost shifts, for example). The Doctor could find out about it, would be fun ^^ (I thought the note Jack left him on the Gamestation was a good detail by the way).
Oh and what about Jack realising he's basically the founder of the Torchwood Archives (which I belive would still exist in the 51st?)
Sorry about rambling for so long, I got a bit carried away. Thank you for this story, I had a great time reading it.
Niyalune
(I hope that review was coherent enough, English is not my 1st language and I'm tired ^^)
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Date: 2010-11-08 03:28 am (UTC)I'm pleased that the characters and the way the story is set up worked for you. I have to admit that I completely fell in love with Sarah. (She started out as a pretty minor character.)
The whole idea of this story came from the idea that, instead of just wandering around feeling sorry for himself, Jack decided to take control of as much of his life as he could. Of course, this does tend to make a person mature.
I've started sketching out two stories in this verse. The first would be immediately following this one (if I can keep it up, it would eventually follow Jack and Torchwood until 2000.) The second story starts on December 31, 1999, and continues. (Of course, there's also the story about how Jack handles the formation of UNIT and a certain Lethbridge-Stewart, so . . .)
Thanks for your review; a long review like this really makes my day. (And don't worry about your English; I had no trouble following it and probably wouldn't have guessed that it isn't your first language.)