Of Meetings and Reunions - Chapter 6
Oh wow, it has been way too long since i said that i would post this chapter DX
anyway, i finaly got around to finishing it, so yay! :D Hope you all enjoy, and remember:
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Title: Of Meetings and Reunions Chapter 6
Rating: T
Pairing: real!Jack/Jack(James)
Disclaimer:I own nothing but the made up names and people
Summary: real!Jack was sent forward in time where he meets James (Jack) and the Doctor. Why was he sent there?
A/N: From now on Torchwood!Jack will be known as 'James'
Chapter 6:
James’ voice seemed to snap the other two men out the shock induced paralysis that they had been in. They shook their heads to visibly compose themselves before turning brown and hazel eyes back to the decimated city front of them. The landscape that surrounded the three men was a wasteland of buildings. Houses were crumbling, what were once shining skyscrapers were now nothing more than a pile of rubble.
The sky was bleak with dark grey clouds hanging over the destruction, giving everything a dull look and a feeling of hopelessness. Three pairs of eyes stared at the scene in front of them, the Doctor’s brows were drawn in a frown, James was looking at the wreckage with a haunted expression, and Jack was looking at the scene with wide eyes.
“Well, no use standing around here staring at it. We may as well go and see if we can figure out what happened,” the Doctor said with a tone of finality after he had turned, closed and locked the TARDIS doors. He walked a few paces and turned his head to see if the other men were following him and when he saw that they weren’t he asked if they were coming.
This seemed to snap them back to the present and they took a few quick strides to reach the Time Lord, after which they all proceeded to walk down -what they presumed was the main street− walking past fallen buildings that once stood tall and proud with the sun or suns, shining off of their surfaces.
As they were walking a slight breeze wafted through gently ruffling their hair and clothes and bringing with it the stench of death that had hung on the air for what could possibly have been centuries. The scent caused all three men to reel back in disgust, but they pushed that aside and continued to go follow the ruined street through the desolate city.
As they travelled deeper into the city the destruction seemed to decrease, as though the inner areas of the giant city were spared the more devastating effects of whatever had cause the destruction of the outer laying parts of the city. Unaware, the three travelers were being watched by something, observing them from the high floors of the buildings that were still standing.
The Doctor, Jack and James were all growing increasingly on edge as the feeling of being increased with each step that they took. Jack’s hands were twitching with the effort to not grab his service weapon and James was resisting the same urge to graph his weapon as well.
James looks around as the quietly trek through the city.
“It’s too quiet here,” he said lowly, but even this seemed to bounce off of the damaged walls. The Group Captain gave him a side-long glance.
“How do mean?” He asked just as quietly. The Doctor replied to him before James could. “Well,” he began, “even if there was something that wiped out any living thing here, there has to still be some form of life on another part of this planet of even on this land mass.”
He began to look at the buildings closely as if see if there was anything left that could be used like a computer.
“If we can find some type of device that is still usable after all this time, then we can fix it and retrieve information on what happened here. Providing that the mainframe is still salvageable.” The James took over from the Time Lord in explaining this to the RAF pilot.
All three of them stopped when they heard a noise from deeper in to the city. They froze, so as not to attract the attention of whatever it was, just in case. When nothing happened after several moments they gradually unfroze and began to proceed cautiously along the road, until they were nearing the center of the broken city.
Jack turned around to look at the deserted buildings and centers that surrounded them, and how the quietness seemed to take on a life of its own. When he turned back around to ask the other two men a question he found that they were gone. The only sign that anyone had been standing there at all was the Webley that James had always seemed have on his person.
Just then, a screen appeared on what seemed to be a version of a television for this world. The thing that confused Jack was that the only on the screen was an extremely vague outline of a room. The picture also went in and out of focus never staying in focus long enough for Jack to make anything out, not that he could with how dark it was, wherever this was broadcasting from.
As the picture came back into focus again, the pilot was just able to make out shapes that filled the room, and the sound was starting to come through as well. Just then, Jack felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, and a cold sweat began to break out over his forehead.
He put his hand on his service weapon to reassure himself that he still had something with which he could use to protect himself. He slowly started to turn around and what he saw was not what he was expecting, not even his worst nightmares could have compared to the-thing that was in front of him.
He couldn’t do anything as suddenly his senses shut down and he was left with a feeling of extreme helplessness.
He tried to call out for James or the Doctor, but nothing would come out. Everything was so dark, so cold, numb, so lonely. ‘What the hell is happening?’ Jack thought fearfully as he was trapped in a world of darkness, with no one but himself for company
anyway, i finaly got around to finishing it, so yay! :D Hope you all enjoy, and remember:
feedback is love!!
Title: Of Meetings and Reunions Chapter 6
Rating: T
Pairing: real!Jack/Jack(James)
Disclaimer:I own nothing but the made up names and people
Summary: real!Jack was sent forward in time where he meets James (Jack) and the Doctor. Why was he sent there?
A/N: From now on Torchwood!Jack will be known as 'James'
Chapter 6:
James’ voice seemed to snap the other two men out the shock induced paralysis that they had been in. They shook their heads to visibly compose themselves before turning brown and hazel eyes back to the decimated city front of them. The landscape that surrounded the three men was a wasteland of buildings. Houses were crumbling, what were once shining skyscrapers were now nothing more than a pile of rubble.
The sky was bleak with dark grey clouds hanging over the destruction, giving everything a dull look and a feeling of hopelessness. Three pairs of eyes stared at the scene in front of them, the Doctor’s brows were drawn in a frown, James was looking at the wreckage with a haunted expression, and Jack was looking at the scene with wide eyes.
“Well, no use standing around here staring at it. We may as well go and see if we can figure out what happened,” the Doctor said with a tone of finality after he had turned, closed and locked the TARDIS doors. He walked a few paces and turned his head to see if the other men were following him and when he saw that they weren’t he asked if they were coming.
This seemed to snap them back to the present and they took a few quick strides to reach the Time Lord, after which they all proceeded to walk down -what they presumed was the main street− walking past fallen buildings that once stood tall and proud with the sun or suns, shining off of their surfaces.
As they were walking a slight breeze wafted through gently ruffling their hair and clothes and bringing with it the stench of death that had hung on the air for what could possibly have been centuries. The scent caused all three men to reel back in disgust, but they pushed that aside and continued to go follow the ruined street through the desolate city.
As they travelled deeper into the city the destruction seemed to decrease, as though the inner areas of the giant city were spared the more devastating effects of whatever had cause the destruction of the outer laying parts of the city. Unaware, the three travelers were being watched by something, observing them from the high floors of the buildings that were still standing.
The Doctor, Jack and James were all growing increasingly on edge as the feeling of being increased with each step that they took. Jack’s hands were twitching with the effort to not grab his service weapon and James was resisting the same urge to graph his weapon as well.
James looks around as the quietly trek through the city.
“It’s too quiet here,” he said lowly, but even this seemed to bounce off of the damaged walls. The Group Captain gave him a side-long glance.
“How do mean?” He asked just as quietly. The Doctor replied to him before James could. “Well,” he began, “even if there was something that wiped out any living thing here, there has to still be some form of life on another part of this planet of even on this land mass.”
He began to look at the buildings closely as if see if there was anything left that could be used like a computer.
“If we can find some type of device that is still usable after all this time, then we can fix it and retrieve information on what happened here. Providing that the mainframe is still salvageable.” The James took over from the Time Lord in explaining this to the RAF pilot.
All three of them stopped when they heard a noise from deeper in to the city. They froze, so as not to attract the attention of whatever it was, just in case. When nothing happened after several moments they gradually unfroze and began to proceed cautiously along the road, until they were nearing the center of the broken city.
Jack turned around to look at the deserted buildings and centers that surrounded them, and how the quietness seemed to take on a life of its own. When he turned back around to ask the other two men a question he found that they were gone. The only sign that anyone had been standing there at all was the Webley that James had always seemed have on his person.
Just then, a screen appeared on what seemed to be a version of a television for this world. The thing that confused Jack was that the only on the screen was an extremely vague outline of a room. The picture also went in and out of focus never staying in focus long enough for Jack to make anything out, not that he could with how dark it was, wherever this was broadcasting from.
As the picture came back into focus again, the pilot was just able to make out shapes that filled the room, and the sound was starting to come through as well. Just then, Jack felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, and a cold sweat began to break out over his forehead.
He put his hand on his service weapon to reassure himself that he still had something with which he could use to protect himself. He slowly started to turn around and what he saw was not what he was expecting, not even his worst nightmares could have compared to the-thing that was in front of him.
He couldn’t do anything as suddenly his senses shut down and he was left with a feeling of extreme helplessness.
He tried to call out for James or the Doctor, but nothing would come out. Everything was so dark, so cold, numb, so lonely. ‘What the hell is happening?’ Jack thought fearfully as he was trapped in a world of darkness, with no one but himself for company