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Out of the Rift - Prologue
I started this over the summer, it helps to get me back into the writing style. It started as a piece of fluff, and 62 pages later it has a life of its own and is still growing. It was away to practice writing and editing my own work, and just like the Rift, it remains, dropping flotsam and jetsam into my brain. Here is the beginning and I'll see what I can get up.
Title: Out of the Rift
Rating: R (for some violence and some eventual nudity and innuendo... hell, it is Torchwood)
Synopsis: A disturbance in the Rift, and the aftereffects are not exactly what they team figured it would be.
Disclaimers: If you recognize them, then they belong to BBC, RTD, and all those wonderful people. I'm just letting them play for a couple of days.
Prologue
Deep underground, in the Hub, buried underneath the city of Cardiff, an alarm started to beep on one of the computers. Ianto Jones put down the mug he had been sipping out of and clicked a few buttons on the console. A new schematic came up that made his breath stop in his throat.
Ianto’s eyes never left the screen as he called over his shoulder, “ Jack?”
“Ready to go again already.”
“Uh, no,” Ianto said as he swallowed, his adam’s apple the only thing moving on his body. “You need to come here and see this.” If Ianto had been wearing a tie he would have needed to loosen it.
“Well then, how could I refuse that request,” Jack Harkness said.
A moment later Ianto felt a strong hand at the base of his neck. It felt comforting, and he relaxed a little. He looked up into Jack’s sparkling eyes.
“What’s up,” Jack asked. Jack appeared outwardly calm and relaxed. His dark blue pants and light blue shirt creating a balance of tranquility colors. Even his sleeves were haphazardly rolled up.
Ianto pointed to the screen. “We have a problem,” Ianto said as he tapped a couple of keys on the keyboard, bringing up two other schematics.
Jack peered at the screens, moving closer. His fingers began to absently stroke the back of Ianto’s neck under his button-down shirt. Jack looked from schematic to schematic. “You’re right, this really is not good,” Jack said.
Suddenly the screens flared into a brilliance that made both men turn their heads and shield their eyes. The Hub shook, moving papers across desks, knocking over picture frames, and making the pterodactyl that flew overhead screech in surprise. As it subsided, alarms started ringing on computer screens all around the Hub.
“What was that,” Ianto said as he stood up, peering at the secondary computer screen above him.
Jack looked around at the chaos, his hands on his hips. “That is what makes you call in the rest of the team,” Jack said as he picked up Ianto’s mug and took a sip. He made a perplexed face. “And this is not coffee.”
Ianto snatched his mug back. “I know, it’s earl grey tea.” He took a sip to steady himself. “You know, Gwen won’t be happy, she was busy finalizing with the caterer about the wedding.”
“I know. Call her last, but get them in here.”
Ianto shook his head yes, as he tapped a couple of more keys and silenced the alarms. He found himself staring at the screens again.
“Ianto? Call them.”
“Uh sure. Um, Jack, there are no readings for whatever just came through the Rift in Cardiff.”
“I know that.”
“Where did it go?”
“That’s why we’re calling in the team,” Jack said as he took back Ianto’s mug and chugged back the remaining tea. “And get a fresh pot of coffee started,” he said as he gave Ianto his best puppy dog eyes.
Title: Out of the Rift
Rating: R (for some violence and some eventual nudity and innuendo... hell, it is Torchwood)
Synopsis: A disturbance in the Rift, and the aftereffects are not exactly what they team figured it would be.
Disclaimers: If you recognize them, then they belong to BBC, RTD, and all those wonderful people. I'm just letting them play for a couple of days.
Prologue
Deep underground, in the Hub, buried underneath the city of Cardiff, an alarm started to beep on one of the computers. Ianto Jones put down the mug he had been sipping out of and clicked a few buttons on the console. A new schematic came up that made his breath stop in his throat.
Ianto’s eyes never left the screen as he called over his shoulder, “ Jack?”
“Ready to go again already.”
“Uh, no,” Ianto said as he swallowed, his adam’s apple the only thing moving on his body. “You need to come here and see this.” If Ianto had been wearing a tie he would have needed to loosen it.
“Well then, how could I refuse that request,” Jack Harkness said.
A moment later Ianto felt a strong hand at the base of his neck. It felt comforting, and he relaxed a little. He looked up into Jack’s sparkling eyes.
“What’s up,” Jack asked. Jack appeared outwardly calm and relaxed. His dark blue pants and light blue shirt creating a balance of tranquility colors. Even his sleeves were haphazardly rolled up.
Ianto pointed to the screen. “We have a problem,” Ianto said as he tapped a couple of keys on the keyboard, bringing up two other schematics.
Jack peered at the screens, moving closer. His fingers began to absently stroke the back of Ianto’s neck under his button-down shirt. Jack looked from schematic to schematic. “You’re right, this really is not good,” Jack said.
Suddenly the screens flared into a brilliance that made both men turn their heads and shield their eyes. The Hub shook, moving papers across desks, knocking over picture frames, and making the pterodactyl that flew overhead screech in surprise. As it subsided, alarms started ringing on computer screens all around the Hub.
“What was that,” Ianto said as he stood up, peering at the secondary computer screen above him.
Jack looked around at the chaos, his hands on his hips. “That is what makes you call in the rest of the team,” Jack said as he picked up Ianto’s mug and took a sip. He made a perplexed face. “And this is not coffee.”
Ianto snatched his mug back. “I know, it’s earl grey tea.” He took a sip to steady himself. “You know, Gwen won’t be happy, she was busy finalizing with the caterer about the wedding.”
“I know. Call her last, but get them in here.”
Ianto shook his head yes, as he tapped a couple of more keys and silenced the alarms. He found himself staring at the screens again.
“Ianto? Call them.”
“Uh sure. Um, Jack, there are no readings for whatever just came through the Rift in Cardiff.”
“I know that.”
“Where did it go?”
“That’s why we’re calling in the team,” Jack said as he took back Ianto’s mug and chugged back the remaining tea. “And get a fresh pot of coffee started,” he said as he gave Ianto his best puppy dog eyes.