There's no such thing as an average day for Torchwood ( Read more... )

The best of times is now.
What's left of Summer
But a faded rose?
The best of times is now.
As for tomorrow,
Well, who knows? Who knows? Who knows?
So hold this moment fast,
And live and love
As hard as you know how.
And make this moment last
Because the best of times is now,
Is now, is now.

( Oh you complete--! Do you have any idea how long that took me? How many hours it's going to take to get it up and running again? )

Note: I wrote this little thing to counteract the fact I seem to constantly write angst. This is a little more fun and silly. It's set during S2 when Martha comes to visit. Torchwood go out to a karaoke night...

And thank you to rude_not_ginger for taking a look at it for me before posting!"No," Jack said with an air of finality. "I've come this far but no, I'm ( Read more... )

16th August 2009, the following note is pinned to Gwen Cooper's computer monitor in the Torchwood Hub...


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A rare evening alone and Jack should have known things would never go to plan. He told the team to go home, to have dinner, go to the pub, whatever it is normal people do with their evenings. But he hadn't bargained for the six Weevils that appeared in Cathays park ( Read more... )

Jack sits in his office, leaning back in his chair and a pen gently resting against his lip. It had been so many years waiting for this moment. So many years that he'd almost convinced himself that it never happened. That Gwen Cooper was merely a figment of his imagination. But then he knew she wasn't. He'd seen her name, more than once. He'd ( Read more... )

He should have been on Braxiel by now. There with his partner, enjoying some of the unlimited pleasures offered on the menu at the agency's party. But no, he's sent on a mission alone, to a backwater city in a backwater year. Cardiff, wherever that is. Some place on Earth. At least that's a bonus, he always did enjoy Earth. Such primitive and kinda ( Read more... )