Torchwood ficlet
Title: Looking Through
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: G
Characters/pairings: Toshiko; Jack; Gen
Length: 284
Notes: I did write this for tomorrow's consci_fan_mo entry, then decided it was too depressing and will write something else (hopefully) for the comm. But since I finished this, and finishing has been a rare thing this year, I'm putting it up here anyway. Angsty Tosh. Enjoy.
She never told Jack about the weird, handle-shaped device that fell through the rift one summer, clattering onto the pavement right in front of her. Perhaps she should have told him. She did, after all, pick the thing up. She did, after all, use it.
It was a teleport machine, except the place and time it took you to were here and now; it simply transported you through another dimension that had little to do with space and time, and dropped you into a parallel universe.
She knew all about those, of course. Theoretically, they were infinite. For every series of decisions that could possibly be made, there exists a universe in which they were made. She was able to trace the quantum thumbprint or her own universe and travel back easily enough, but her curiosity led her to London, where the Toshiko Sato of this universe still lived. It could be dangerous to show herself, if this Toshiko never joined Torchwood and wouldn’t understand, so she climbed onto a low wall and looked in through the living room window.
As soon as she arrived back in the correct universe, she took the device and threw it, as hard as she could, into Cardiff Bay. She never said a word about it to anyone, except once, months later, when she screamed at Jack, who held her close despite her protests. Once she had sobbed herself to sleep against his chest, his hand in her hair, talking to her softly in a language she didn’t recognise, she forgot the exact words she had said to him. But he would remember them for centuries to come.
Torchwood is the worst thing that ever happened to me...
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: G
Characters/pairings: Toshiko; Jack; Gen
Length: 284
Notes: I did write this for tomorrow's consci_fan_mo entry, then decided it was too depressing and will write something else (hopefully) for the comm. But since I finished this, and finishing has been a rare thing this year, I'm putting it up here anyway. Angsty Tosh. Enjoy.
She never told Jack about the weird, handle-shaped device that fell through the rift one summer, clattering onto the pavement right in front of her. Perhaps she should have told him. She did, after all, pick the thing up. She did, after all, use it.
It was a teleport machine, except the place and time it took you to were here and now; it simply transported you through another dimension that had little to do with space and time, and dropped you into a parallel universe.
She knew all about those, of course. Theoretically, they were infinite. For every series of decisions that could possibly be made, there exists a universe in which they were made. She was able to trace the quantum thumbprint or her own universe and travel back easily enough, but her curiosity led her to London, where the Toshiko Sato of this universe still lived. It could be dangerous to show herself, if this Toshiko never joined Torchwood and wouldn’t understand, so she climbed onto a low wall and looked in through the living room window.
As soon as she arrived back in the correct universe, she took the device and threw it, as hard as she could, into Cardiff Bay. She never said a word about it to anyone, except once, months later, when she screamed at Jack, who held her close despite her protests. Once she had sobbed herself to sleep against his chest, his hand in her hair, talking to her softly in a language she didn’t recognise, she forgot the exact words she had said to him. But he would remember them for centuries to come.
Torchwood is the worst thing that ever happened to me...