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humantales) wrote2010-09-22 10:33 pm
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Torchwood Is Yours 1/12
Title: Torchwood Is Yours
Author:humantales
Beta:quean_of_swords
Artist:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rotaryphones
Character: Captain Jack Harkness, OC's
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 817
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
Game Station
It took several minutes for Jack Harkness to figure out what he was looking at when he opened his eyes. He was still on the Game Station, but instead of the three Daleks that had been there, there was now only dust. While he was trying to collect his scattered thoughts, he heard a very familiar sound—that of the TARDIS dematerializing. Panicking, he went running for the timeship, but by the time he reached it, it was gone.
He'd been left behind.
Ruthlessly suppressing the question of why he'd been left behind, Jack began to search the station, looking for other survivors, supplies and dangers. What he found just left him more confused.
He found the delta wave generator the Doctor had been working on. It was finished, although it wouldn't have been able to be tuned to one species, but it had never been activated. That might have explained the fact that there was no one else alive on the station but for two things: Judging from the burn patterns, most of the dead had been killed by Daleks, and there were no Daleks anywhere on the station, living or dead. The only clue Jack could find were the piles of dust everywhere he could remember Daleks having been.
Jack had to hope that the Doctor had made a quick jump somewhere for something, maybe Rose, and would be back soon. He just had to wait. Not knowing how long he would have to wait, he found one of the empty Big Brother flats. It wasn't fully stocked, but there was enough for the day or two Jack expected to be there. So the Doctor could find him, he left a note on the delta wave generator explaining where he was.
That night, Jack couldn't force himself to do anything. He choked down something--he had no idea what--and refused to cry himself to sleep. When he woke up in the morning, the temperature was noticeably colder.
The station's main diagnostics told him why. The life support systems had been damaged and, with no one on the station to repair them, they were shutting down. Within five hours, Jack would have to be gone. Knowing that he would have to stay calm to stay alive, he sat down to make a plan.
First, where would he go? Jack thought about what he knew of the Doctor. From what he could tell, although he travelled everywhere in both space and time, he most frequently visited Great Britain in the twenty-first century. He had a choice between Cardiff for refuelling or London for Rose's home. Jack decided on Cardiff since the Doctor would have to refuel, no matter what else happened. He set his vortex manipulator for the correct coordinates and went to handle the supplies issue.
Even leaving a note, Jack had no way of knowing when the Doctor would show up. He'd heard stories from Rose about the Doctor's "driving". Great Britain in the twenty-first century was hardly the wilderness; however, Jack would be arriving with no preparation. He had to plan on needing time to set himself up. So, plan on bringing food and credit. He could find shelter with the latter and the food would help him extend that credit if need be.
Food was easy. The station had a year's worth of emergency rations for its normal occupancy; Jack took enough to keep him for a month. With luck, he wouldn't need it; that stuff tasted foul.
Credit was a little more difficult. The paper bills used in the twenty-first century weren't even available in the current time. Instead, Jack went looking for precious metals. He was able to find enough by cannibalising the non-essential systems; the thought of stealing from the dead turned his stomach. He would have done it, they didn't need it any more, but it was a last resort.
Finally, he decided to get clothing that was common in a large number of places and times. He kept the outfit he was wearing, though; he looked good in it.
By the time he was ready, almost three hours later, the station was cold enough that he'd added a jumper and a heavy coat, and wished he could find gloves. He took his original note and wrote a second one. "Doctor, I'm alive. I don't know how; I can only guess that the Daleks that shot me weren't at full power. The station is losing life support, so I will meet you in Cardiff. I've set the date for 1 September 2006; I'll wait for you where you parked the TARDIS at noon every day I can."
Taking a deep breath, Jack read it over. There was enough information for the Doctor to find him, if he wanted to. Jack signed it "Captain Jack Harkness" and affixed it to the console and activated his vortex manipulator.
1869
Author:
humantalesBeta:
quean_of_swordsArtist:
rotaryphonesCharacter: Captain Jack Harkness, OC's
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 817
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
Game Station
It took several minutes for Jack Harkness to figure out what he was looking at when he opened his eyes. He was still on the Game Station, but instead of the three Daleks that had been there, there was now only dust. While he was trying to collect his scattered thoughts, he heard a very familiar sound—that of the TARDIS dematerializing. Panicking, he went running for the timeship, but by the time he reached it, it was gone.
He'd been left behind.
Ruthlessly suppressing the question of why he'd been left behind, Jack began to search the station, looking for other survivors, supplies and dangers. What he found just left him more confused.
He found the delta wave generator the Doctor had been working on. It was finished, although it wouldn't have been able to be tuned to one species, but it had never been activated. That might have explained the fact that there was no one else alive on the station but for two things: Judging from the burn patterns, most of the dead had been killed by Daleks, and there were no Daleks anywhere on the station, living or dead. The only clue Jack could find were the piles of dust everywhere he could remember Daleks having been.
Jack had to hope that the Doctor had made a quick jump somewhere for something, maybe Rose, and would be back soon. He just had to wait. Not knowing how long he would have to wait, he found one of the empty Big Brother flats. It wasn't fully stocked, but there was enough for the day or two Jack expected to be there. So the Doctor could find him, he left a note on the delta wave generator explaining where he was.
That night, Jack couldn't force himself to do anything. He choked down something--he had no idea what--and refused to cry himself to sleep. When he woke up in the morning, the temperature was noticeably colder.
The station's main diagnostics told him why. The life support systems had been damaged and, with no one on the station to repair them, they were shutting down. Within five hours, Jack would have to be gone. Knowing that he would have to stay calm to stay alive, he sat down to make a plan.
First, where would he go? Jack thought about what he knew of the Doctor. From what he could tell, although he travelled everywhere in both space and time, he most frequently visited Great Britain in the twenty-first century. He had a choice between Cardiff for refuelling or London for Rose's home. Jack decided on Cardiff since the Doctor would have to refuel, no matter what else happened. He set his vortex manipulator for the correct coordinates and went to handle the supplies issue.
Even leaving a note, Jack had no way of knowing when the Doctor would show up. He'd heard stories from Rose about the Doctor's "driving". Great Britain in the twenty-first century was hardly the wilderness; however, Jack would be arriving with no preparation. He had to plan on needing time to set himself up. So, plan on bringing food and credit. He could find shelter with the latter and the food would help him extend that credit if need be.
Food was easy. The station had a year's worth of emergency rations for its normal occupancy; Jack took enough to keep him for a month. With luck, he wouldn't need it; that stuff tasted foul.
Credit was a little more difficult. The paper bills used in the twenty-first century weren't even available in the current time. Instead, Jack went looking for precious metals. He was able to find enough by cannibalising the non-essential systems; the thought of stealing from the dead turned his stomach. He would have done it, they didn't need it any more, but it was a last resort.
Finally, he decided to get clothing that was common in a large number of places and times. He kept the outfit he was wearing, though; he looked good in it.
By the time he was ready, almost three hours later, the station was cold enough that he'd added a jumper and a heavy coat, and wished he could find gloves. He took his original note and wrote a second one. "Doctor, I'm alive. I don't know how; I can only guess that the Daleks that shot me weren't at full power. The station is losing life support, so I will meet you in Cardiff. I've set the date for 1 September 2006; I'll wait for you where you parked the TARDIS at noon every day I can."
Taking a deep breath, Jack read it over. There was enough information for the Doctor to find him, if he wanted to. Jack signed it "Captain Jack Harkness" and affixed it to the console and activated his vortex manipulator.
1869