TW/DW Fic Preview: Repentance (tentative title)
*flails* I'm SO HAPPY OVER WRITING THIS! If I don't have it finished by the end of this week, SOMEBODY PROD ME UNTIL I FINISH IT. That's an order.
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When the Doctor came to, he groaned. Somebody walloped him good, he thought, shaking his head to try and clear it.
A prison cell. Oh, wonderful. Well, nothing a bit of…
They took off his coat, and everything else with pockets. Meaning, no sonic screwdriver. This might actually be trouble.
Frowning, the Doctor sat up, rubbing his head. Where was he anyway? One moment he and his companion were in the Time Vortex. Then after that Time Storm… Ah, he’d taken the TARDIS back to Cardiff for some refueling. He thought he might drop in on Jack for a change, but instead it seemed Jack, or somebody, had gotten the drop on him.
Ha. Pun.
But more importantly, that meant this was Torchwood. Had he gotten the timing wrong, perhaps? He was certain this was some time after the Earth was stolen… So this Torchwood knew him, right? Well, that explained how they knew about the pockets. Smarter than Hartman, at least. But they should also know Jack, and they should especially know that he’s not going to destroy the planet, thank you very much, and there’s no reason to imprison him.
Nothing matched up. What was going on here?
“Where am I?” he asked aloud. Never hurt to ask.
“Torchwood Three, Cardiff, 2009,” a voice replied, somewhere on the other side of the glass. It was familiar, but the Doctor couldn’t quite place it.
“Well, that settles one question. But really, a cell? Isn’t Jack in charge here? I’m a friend of his. Not a threat to the welfare of humanity in the least!”
“I know, Doctor. I never said you were.”
“So what’s with the hospitality, then? Come on, just between you and me?” The Doctor grinned at the camera in the corner of the cell.
A young man stepped into view just outside the glass, and leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets. He was wearing a distinguished suit, even a waistcoat, and looked properly Welsh.
“Wait - wait, I know this one… Oh! Yes, Ianto Jones! You’re one of Jack’s people!” The Doctor said, smiling...
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Seriously, I love Ianto vs. Ten, and this is a spectacular beginning :)
Oh, Ten. You just don't want to mess with the Teaboy, okay?
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