Commentfic Fest!
Like the bonus round, this part of the fest goes as long as you want it to. I'll post some of the unfilled prompts from the original fest (I don't have the energy to go through them all, but if you do, feel free) you can post whatever prompts you'd like, and then people can fill them as commentfics, or post them as full-length stories to the comm
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She had no idea where he was.
He hadn't contacted her, not after... and her last image of him was bowed and broken in a corridor. Part of her thought 'good' and wanted him to be in pain, unbelievable pain. But he was her Dad and the only family she had. She wanted to make sure he hadn't gone on with his life. She wanted to see he was ok. Contradictions. She was used to them when she thought about Jack.
Cardiff was the obvious place to go, but when she arrived late one Tuesday evening she realised she hadn't thought further ahead than getting off the train. The address she had was a post office box, and although she knew that Torchwood was based near the stadium (Jack had sent her and Stephen tickets for a game once, teasing the six year old into explaining the rules while she found herself drawn more and more into the game), she knew it was almost completely changed now.
It was drizzling and the pub at least looked warm and clean, and had a sign saying that there were rooms available. Settling into a warm corner by the fire with a whiskey, she reached for the local paper which lay abandonned on the next table. Years of experience meant she saw aliens at every turn of the page, but there were a few places were strange things were reported and she vowed to get hold of a map in the morning and see if she could see a pattern. There might be a clue somewhere, a way to find him.
She wasn't sure what woke her, but Alice found herself sitting up with a gasp, more awake than ever. She tossed and turned for twenty minutes before giving up, deciding instead to have another look at the local paper. There was a small folder of tourist leaflets and a local map in the room, as well as a letter from the tourist office about the regeneration of the quayside. The paper was in the bar, but sleep was well and truely staying away so she might as well see if the door was unlocked.
What she didn't expect was the small girl playing cards by the light of the dying fire.
(to be continued)
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She wanted to make sure he hadn't gone on with his life. She wanted to see he was ok. Contradictions. She was used to them when she thought about Jack.
I loved this bit so much. :D
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