Torchwood Fic-'Torchwood DeClassified'

[walkwithheroes]

Title: Torchwood DeClassified
Author: walkwithheroes
Rated: PG-13 (for language)
Spoilers: Up to Doomsday for Doctor Who and Small Worlds for Torchwood.
Word Count: 4,600
Disclaimer: The Doctor, Rose Tyler, Gwen Copper, Jack Harkness, Owen Harper, Ianto Jones, Martha Jones, Toshiko Sato, Torchwood, etc, aren’t owned by me.
Pairings: Ten/Rose, Estelle Cole/Jack, hints at Gwen/Jack, and maybe a hint of a hint of Owen/Gwen.
Summary: Ten stories about Torchwood; some of which changed the history of Torchwood and some of which show what Torchwood really is about, and what those around Torchwood really think of it.
Author's Note: Thanks to my beta, nemesis_cry for the beta and for letting me know that this doesn't suck. For some reason, you can't see this story in its post, so I'm re-posting.

 

I. Sleeping Beauty – Torchwood One, London (1976-1981; 2006)

They find the glass casket in North America. It's safely tucked away deep inside a mountain that no one has walked through in years.

According to Mr. McHenry, the casket is simply a medical bed; he supposes the alien inside was ill and being transported to some alien hospital far away. McHenry studies the alien inside, smiling all the while. The alien looks like a woman: all dark hair, creamy skin...she's a beauty. The research team nicknames her 'Sleeping Beauty'.

McHenry and his men try everything to break the glass casket. They try everything to get readings on what – who – is their 'Sleeping Beauty'. They try for five years, but they lack the technology and the know-how. The 'Sleeping Beauty Project' is shelved in 1981, and the casket is moved to the lower levels of Torchwood.

The casket is all but forgotten, until one cool day when Cybermen find it. With little regard for the being inside, the Cybermen try and break the glass casket. When it is discovered that the casket refuses to break, they leave it...oddly enough, they don't notice the tiny crack they've made in Sleeping Beauty's casket.

When the alien's baby blue's open, it – she – is unsure of where and when she is. She may not know where or when she is. But though she may not know those things, she instinctively knows one thing: she's hungry and she can smell the sweet odor of flesh on fire. Oh yes, this planet will be perfect.

With a wicked smile, she punches her way free of her prison. She's so very hungry and there are many tasty meals for her, just waiting.

II. Freddie White -Torchwood One, London (2002)

He's a kid, nearly seven. He likes to draw, read classics, play football with the other lads on his street. His dad is reading Peter Pan to him this week, and his mum is teaching him how to use watercolors. Freddie White has a good life; he's...-he was- having a lovely and quiet childhood. Until a month ago.

Until some alien decided that a six year old boy from the poorer side of London would make a good host body. The alien is violent, angry, and all it wants to do is go home. The people of Torchwood guess they should be thankful that that's all it wants.

Mr. and Mrs. White just want their little boy back, they don't understand or care about aliens made of gas. They simply don't understand how their baby boy has gotten so strong, or why he's so violent toward them. They're young and normal...they just want their kid to be normal too. So, Torchwood says they'll help.

It takes just over a week, and then little Freddie White is free of a gas alien. He cries for his mummy and begs for his favorite stuffed dog. Torchwood hands the boy back over to his parents. They don't tell them that the alien is in one of their best soldiers now or that three people are dead because of the alien that was in their son. The people of Torchwood just smile, just thank God and all the higher powers that an innocent kid was saved.

The people of Torchwood know that their jobs call for them to mourn in private. It's something they know how to do quite well, after all.

III. Jesse Moore – Torchwood One, London (1968)

“It's so spacey, yeah?” Jesse Moore asks, his head down and his brown eyes fixed on the cup that holds his cold coffee. “W'at I do...it ain't normal. I got a good job at the factory...an' a girl.”

“You have a lovely life, but this isn't about you.” The man sitting opposite says in a smooth voice. “This is about the people of this great country. You're...we need to get you under control, son.”

“I am under control!” The room shakes ever so slightly. “Jus' get angry sometimes, you know. Darla helps.”

Darla, the girlfriend. Torchwood has a small file on her, attached to Jesse's ever growing one. She's younger by a few years, a smart girl that could make it at university; she'll marry Jesse during the summer and have their first child by the following spring.

“She does?” The man clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Jesse, you move things with your mind. That's...”

“Alien?” Jesse cuts off. This time, he looks up from his coffee. His dark eyes seem to burn a hole in the man's head. “I'm no alien! You people did the tests.”

The man clears his throat. “Jesse, how else would you be able to do what you do? You never knew your father and it is possible.” He watches Jesse closely, watches as the young men's eyes fill with hot tears.

“Darla'll save me. Please, just let me go. It were an accident.”

The man from Torchwood nods slowly. Jesse's speaking of the small earthquake that killed five early in the week. The boy needs to be put under control; failing that he'll have to be destroyed for the good of queen and country.

“Jesse, we understand that. However, Torchwood must protect the people of this nation. We all took an oath.” He leans on the table, locking eyes with the young man. “You must understand that. Surely, you must.”

Darla...” Jesse begins again, though he knows it is useless to argue with Torchwood. He knows that they'll kill him if they think it's the best course to take. “I can't control, an' its only gettin' worse.” Jesse lowers his gaze, not wanting to look the other man in the eyes. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”

Reaching out, the older man gently touches Jesse's arm. “It'll be alright.” His eyes briefly move to the cold cup of coffee. “Drink your coffee. You'll need to pull yourself together, for Darla.”

Jesse nods, the hot tears freely falling from his eyes now. He takes a small sip of the cold coffee, before frowning thoughtfully. “You've poisoned me?”

The other man leans back in his chair. “I'm so very sorry, Jesse. You must understand this is for...it's better this way, I assure you.” He sighs softly. “You have enough time to place a call to your beloved Darla, if you like.”

“No,” Jesse forcefully shakes his head. “I wouldn't know what to say. It's better this way.” Jesse laughs bitterly under his breath. “Torchwood...you people pretend to be the heroes, but you're the real monsters. You know that, mate?”

He simply nods. “I know, son. I know.”

IV. Willy – Torchwood Three, Cardiff (2007)

He's not sure if they even know what he's saying. From the way they act around him, he's sure they have no idea what he wants. He was hungry, but maybe killing so-called 'innocent' people was the wrong way to go about getting a meal.

Stupid humans.

Stupid rift.

Stupid Earth.

He wonders if they know he was a respected warrior on his home world; somehow he doubts it.

He wishes they'd let him go back underground. The Missus is surely worried, and the kids will be missing him. Oh!, he hopes beyond hope that Rich hasn't moved in on his wife. Surely twenty years means something!

“Hey!” One of the men, Owen, knocks a fist against the glass of his cage. “Lunch.” A moment later, steaks are put into the cage. “Eat up, you ugly mother fucker.”

He glances from the steak, to Owen, and back to the steak again. He wonders if they know he'd rather eat them. Somehow, and maybe it's because of the way Owen hurries out, he's sure they know.

V. Lincoln Sims – Torchwood Two, Glasgow (2010)

Lincoln is one of those aliens that who look nothing like aliens. He's tall, good-looking, and he dresses like some punk kid from the streets of London. His accent is more Irish than anything else, but his hometown is millions of light years away.

According to the records, Lincoln's ship crashed in Roswell during the 1940s. He was with four others, he hasn't aged a day, and he laughs at all the Roswell books and so-called alien specialists.

Out of the five that were on the ship, only two are still around. One got a lift off Earth during the 1960s. Two died because of blood disease in the 1980s. The last lives in the United States, happily working at a free clinic. Torchwood's higher-ups would kill to get Lincoln and the other remaining alien in a room together. Lincoln refuses to give out a name.

He works for Torchwood instead. He sits in a back room of the Glasgow offices and translates alien languages for them.

He works at Torchwood Two, and in his spare time he plays football and watches old movies. He had a girlfriend in the late '90s, but they broke up after a couple of years; she wanted marriage and kids, he was scared she'd have issues with their kids having four hearts, green blood, and no liver. Really, his fellow Torchwood Two members think he lives a perfectly ordinary and dull life.

For his part, Lincoln knows they're right. He's been on Earth too long, gotten too comfortable, and grown much too human. He really needs to find a way off Earth and back into the sky where he belongs.

VI. Rose Tyler - Torchwood Three, Cardiff (2009)

Police reports stated that a young woman of roughly twenty-one was found naked, bloody, and shivering, in an alley just outside a popular night club in Cardiff. It was an interesting police report, but it really caught Jack Harkness's attention when he heard the name of the woman: 'Rose Tyler'. As far was Jack was aware, Rose Tyler was dead, had been for three years. He was out the door before the others could even put their jackets on.

Rose, hair slightly shorter, and smile slightly faded, sat alone in a room of the police station. It was all so...so surreal. A thousand thoughts ran through her head, the only clear one: 'I fell through the rift.' She was half-sobbing, half-laughing when Jack and Gwen Copper walked through the door.

“I'm not supposed to be here.” Rose told them through tears.

Kneeling in front of his old friend, Jack wiped away some of her tears. “I know.” He smiled softly. “You okay?”

“The rift. I've never seen anythin' like the inside of that...that place.” She began to cry again, reaching out for Jack. “It's hell, is what it is.”

Jack held her protectively, silently wishing the Doctor was there.

He and Gwen would take her back to The Hub, get her something to eat and real clothing to wear. Jack would set her up in a flat nearby, he'd offer her a job at Torchwood...just until they would find a way to get her back to Jackie. Rose would accept everything, of course. She'd ask for the Doctor, and Jack would try and find him for her. All the while, they'd curse the rift, the Doctor, and themselves for getting involved with Torchwood and the Doctor in the first place.

VII. DCI Samuel Todd - Torchwood Three, Cardiff (2011)

DCI Samuel Todd knew things weren't all flowers and candy in Cardiff. Mysterious deaths, bodies popping up in odd places, odd people roaming the streets at night, yes it all pointed to things being wrong. Plus, there was Torchwood: some strange group covered in mystery who came along whenever a case was...well, odd.

Sam had been working in Cardiff since the early '90s, and he had seen a lot of crazy shit in his day. But lately...things had just gotten worse and weirder by the day. It was enough to make him want to pack up and move back to London. He was forty, too old for mysterious deaths and government groups that flew in the dead of night.

Once, about a year ago, Sam had mentioned a transfer to his live-in girlfriend, Alice. She had shaken her head, causing her red hair to fly into her pretty face as she told him. “I like Cardiff, Sammy. This is just a strange time. Every city has them. Remember those strange happenings in London a few years back?”

All these years later, he did remember the events that had happened in London. Several of his friends and family members had died because of those events. But that still didn't explain the events and odd happenings that were going on in Cardiff. He had tried to bring it up with DS Clarke, but had been shot down with a shrug and a: “The world's going to hell in a hand basket, sir.”

In late spring of 2011, Sam sat in his favorite pub, awaiting Alice to get off work. They had been together for two years, since he had, literally,run into her at a hotel in the States; she had moved to Cardiff six months later. Sam planned to propose to her.

“DCI Todd?” Sam glanced up from his beer to see an attractive couple staring back at him. “I'm Captain Jack Harkness and this is Gwen Copper. Would you mind if we joined you for a drink?”

“Actually, yeah. My girlfriend's meeting me.” He nervously cleared his throat. “I...um, I'm gonna propose. So...”

“Oh, of course.” The woman, Gwen, nodded as if she understood perfectly. Judging by the rock on her right ring-finger, Sam was sure she actually did. “Could I buy you another drink, as a good luck?” Sam only shrugged. “And...could we just ask you a couple of questions? We promise to be gone by the time your girlfriend shows up.”

“I...”

“Great!” Jack smiled widely as he grabbed the seat next to Sam. “So...” he leaned close, his breath a hair away from Sam's face, “why do you feel the need to figure out what all things that go bump in the night are?”

“What?” Sam raised an eyebrow. “I don't...what?”

Gwen and Jack shared a long look, before Gwen answered Sam's question. “You have to stop asking to be put on the more unusual cases. You have to stop asking questions. Let it go, Samuel.”

Sam's eyes narrowed on the pair. “Who are you people?”

“Nobodies.” Jack stated in a sad sort of tone. “Nobodies.” Jack pushed a drink toward Sam. “Look, you know that all the weird stuff is real. You understand that, but you have to understand that there are people taking care of it. Ask your girl to marry you, have a dull and normal life, Samuel Todd. Do that, for us.”

Taking a swing of his fresh drink, Sam nodded. “You're...you two are from Torchwood, aren't you? The aliens, the creatures that go bump in the night, it's all real, ain't it? Sign me up, I'm ready. I'm...ready.”

“No, you really aren't.” Jack gently touched Sam's hand. “I'm really sorry about this, Sam.”

“S-sorry? Jack...” Sam never finished his sentence, for that was when the darkness took him.

DCI Samuel Todd awoke in a hospital in Scotland three days later. For the life of him, he couldn't remember how he had gotten their or what had been on his mind for the past year. He just knew that he had lost Alice's ring and that there were people out there, protecting and defending the earth. Somehow, and he wasn't sure how, he was sure they were doing a grand job of it.

VIII. The Doctor – Torchwood Two, Glasgow (2012)

The Doctor had meant to end up in Glasgow in 2102, the year of one of the best rock concerts in the history of the planet Earth. Instead, he ended up in Glasgow in 2012, where no rock concerts were taking place.

With a roll of his brown eyes, the Doctor slipped on his camel colored coat and stepped out of the TARDIS. “Well Martha, looks like...”

“We've got another mystery on our hands?” Martha cut in with a cheeky grin. “Fabulous.” She shook her head slightly. “I'll never get used to this kind of thing. Always ending up where we are needed, instead of where we really want to go.”

The Doctor pouted. “Only half the time, my dear Ms. Jones.” He reached out his hand for hers, pulling her along behind him.

They walked along the streets of Glasgow, until Martha grew hungry. The Doctor brought her to a tiny restaurant, and sat her in an out-of-the-way-booth. He offered her a brilliant smile, before stepping outside to get some money.

“I told you I was right about Torchwood Two being run by a strange man.” The voice was familiar – it was a voice that he would know anywhere and in any time. It was Jack!

Whirling around, the Doctor frantically began to search for his former companion in the large crowd. Without even realizing it, he let out a loud: “Jack!” Several people turned his way, including Jack and his lady companion.

Jack let out a laugh. “Doctor, I'll be damned! It's been, what...four years for me?” He put a protective arm around the woman's waist. “You remember Gwen Copper?”

The Doctor, in fact, did not remember Gwen. “Of course. Hello.” Gwen only smiled politely. “On Torchwood business?” The Doctor questioned after he and Jack exchanged a hug. “Anything Martha and I could help with?”

Jack and Gwen exchanged a meaningful look, before Gwen quickly answered: “No. Jack just came with me, to visit an old friend at the Torchwood here.”

Somehow, the Doctor didn't quite believe Gwen. “Coming or going? You could join Martha and I for lunch; you could invite your friend, if you want.”

“I...we...” Gwen glanced over to Jack for help.

For his part, Jack let out a long sigh, before stating in a very matter-of-fact tone: “We're going to see Rose, Rose Tyler.” The Doctor's face grew dark, but Jack went on. “She somehow fell through the rift in Cardiff some years back. She...the rift tends to do things to people, even if they are the Bad Wolf.” He chuckled lightly at his own silly and badly timed joke. “I'm sorry, Doctor.”

There was a long moment of silence between the three of them, before the Doctor spoke: “I'd like to see her, please.”

Jack thought his heart was breaking and overjoyed all at once. It made Jack's heart ache. “She lives at the Glasgow offices. You might want to...explain things to Martha, Doctor.”

In the end, Gwen stayed and had lunch with Martha, while Jack took the Doctor to see Rose. Rose, Jack said, was living at the Glasgow offices. She lived in the basement of the building, in what Jack called her: 'pad'; her 'pad' was really a nicely decorated cell.

Noticing the Doctor's glare, Jack lowered his gaze in shame. “It was the rift. No person can fall through that and come out okay, Rose 'Bad Wolf' Tyler or not.”

“Is she...”

“She's Rose. My Rose, Your Rose...Our Rose.” Jack stated firmly. “Sometimes she just forgets that.” He let the smallest of smiles appear on his face. “She's been waiting for you, Doc.” Jack opened the cell door quietly. “Rose? Rose, someone's here to see you?”

Still unsure of what to do, the Doctor stood awkwardly in the doorway for sometime. Rose turned to him. She was thinner than he remembered, and she looked so very tired. She smiled at him, though her smile seemed less brilliant.

“Doctor?” Rose let out a small laugh. Her eyes briefly glowed a yellowish color, before bright tears began to stream down her face. “I...I fell.”

He smiled sadly at her. “I know. I'm so sorry. So very sorry, Rose.”

“Jack,” she sniffed back her tears, “Jack said I should wait. He knew you'd come, Doctor.” Rose sat down on her bed, suddenly feeling too many emotions to name. “I'm sorry for causing trouble.”

The Doctor's face fell. “No,” He moved to her, and knelt down beside her. “No, no, no, Rose...” Gently he took her hands in his. “You've no need to be sorry for anything. It was all accidents. I'm here now, so's Jack. It'll be...” he kissed her hands, and smiled weakly at her, “it'll be fine. You'll see. Hey, how long you gonna stay with me?”

 

Rose, glowing tears falling from her eyes, returned the act of a weak smile. “Forever.”

The Doctor glanced back to see Jack, his face an emotionless mask, staring back at them. The Lonely God, His Bad Wolf, and the man who couldn't die, they made quit a group.

IX. Alice Tyler – Torchwood Three, Cardiff (2011)

Alice Tyler: American, twenty-three, live-in girlfriend of DCI Samuel Todd, perfectly normal...to anyone not looking hard enough. When Alice met Sam she told him that she was from Wisconsin, and that she had grown up in foster care. She gave the older man a sob story about a dead mother and a dead-beat father. He believed it, and after a couple of months he stopped bringing up her 'heart-breaking past'. For that, Alice was thankful.

She moved to Cardiff six months after meeting Sam. She redecorated his flat, got a part-time job at a medical clinic, joined a book club, hosted fancy suppers for Sam's friends, Alice lived a perfectly normal and dull human life. She was living a lie.

Alice Tyler: pretended to be twenty-three, an American, and just a girl. The truth was...the truth was she had been born on a planet thousands of years from Earth. Her ship had crashed in the 1940s in a little town called Roswell, New Mexico. She had no liver, four hearts, and green blood. The only other surviving member of her fellow crash survivors was called Lincoln Sims, and he worked for a organization called Torchwood.

Which is why it came as very little surprise when they came knocking at her door one cool fall morning.

“Hello.” Alice politely smiled at the two people standing in her doorway. “May I help you?”

“Ms. Tyler?” The youngest looking of the two men asked her. Alice simply nodded. “My name is Ianto Jones, this is Owen Harper.” The other man gave Alice a charming little smile. “We'd like to ask you a few questions if we may.”

Alice considered that for a short moment. “No. No, thank you, but I'd rather not. Not right now. Sammy...that's my boyfriend, he's in hospital right now and I'd rather not do this to him.”

Ianto and Owen exchanged a look, before Owen spoke: “Do what to him?”

She sighed softly, thinking Owen was an idiot for asking his question. “I can't leave him right now, gentlemen.”

“Ms. Tyler, we're not...”

Ianto was cut off by Alice groaning. “You two are from Torchwood.” She raised her voice in a high mocking tone. “'If it's alien, it's ours.'” Inato and Owen exchanged another look. Though, it was one of utter surprise. “Lincoln Sims sent me photos, told me you might stop by one day. He...he said he wouldn't tell, but Sammy's in a hospital with hours missing from his mind. Sammy, who was asking questions. You idiots did research and found that...”

“The real Alice Tyler died at the age of seventy-three in 1940.” Ianto finished for her. “We thought that was fairly unusual.”

“Unless Sammy-boy has a thing for rotten corpses.” Owen chimed in.

Alice gave Owen an icy glare. “So...I'm going to guess you did more research and discovered the truth.” A shaking breath escaped Alice's lips. “I'm not dangerous, but then, I suppose you know that.” She moved away from the door, “Come in, gentlemen. I'll put some tea on and you two can tell me what you want.”

Owen and Ianto quietly entered the flat, and went straight into the sitting room. A moment later, Alice brought them tea. The three of them sat in an oddly comfortable silence for several moments, each drinking their teas from their porcelain cups.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Ianto spoke: “Ms. Tyler...”

“Alice, please.”

“Alice,” Ianto smiled politely at her,“we're just here to inform you that Torchwood will be keeping an eye on you.”

“Bein' an alien an' all,” Owen added. He paused, as he looked Alice over thoughtfully. “Lincoln Sims...you're that alien he's refused to tell Torchwood about.”

“Yeah.” Alice nodded. “You won't...he'd get in trouble.”

“No,” Ianto answered, before Owen could even open his mouth. “Lincoln did nothing wrong. He just warned his...friend that we might be coming.” Owen gave him a side-ways glance. “Besides, members of Torchwood have histories of breaking the rules for people they love.”

“Wait a minute...” Owen began.

Ianto held up a hand, and said one simple word: “Lisa.” Owen stayed silent after that. Ianto turned his full attention back to Alice. “We'll be checking in from time to time. And, we'd like you to come in for some tests later.”

“Tests?”

“Blood work, tissue samples, that sort of thing.” Owen explained. “To have on files. By the way, what kind of alien are you?”

“The kind whose race is nearly all dead...damn Time War.” Alice laughed softly. “The tests will be good.” A dark look crossed her face for a brief moment. “They'll come in handy, I think. So,” she took a small sip of her tea. “Torchwood really isn't all bad and scary, is it?”

“Not always, no.” Ianto answered truthfully.

“Just when you cross us.” Owen chimed in.

Alice giggled. “I'll be sure to put my plans for taking over the world on hold, then.” She stood, and the two men followed suit. “Thank you both for stopping by, and well...thank you for not being as scary as I thought you'd be.”

“The same to you, Alice.” Ianto told her with another small smile. “We'll come to get you for your tests tomorrow morning at seven sharp.”

“Right.”

Once in the car, Owen turned to Ianto. “You know she won't be around tomorrow, don't you?”

At seven sharp the next morning, Owen Harper and Ianto Jones returned to Samuel Todd and Alice Tyler's flat. Alice was quietly waiting for them. She was, as it turned out, one of the good ones.

X. Estelle Cole -Torchwood One, London (1945) ; Torchwood Three, Cardiff (2012)

Internal Memo To: Sir Richard Lord:

Estelle Cole, 17, last seen with American Captain Jack Harkness, has been reported missing by her parents. Captain Jack Harkness, 34, was seen in the company of a man calling himself 'The Doctor' and a woman called 'Rose Tyler' the night before. It has been suggested that Estelle Cole is now in the company of all three of these people.

History suggest that Estelle Cole will not be returning to Cardiff in the near future. It is my opinion that Estelle Cole will have to be reported dead within the next week.

Additional: Sir, all four were spotted entering a blue box marked 'Police Call Box', in London, in the early hours of November 8, 1945. We also have a spotting of them as far back as the mid-1800s.

Suggest opening files on all four.

-Victor McLeish II

To: Ianto Jones, Owen Harper, Gwen Copper, Alice Tyler

From: Toshiko Sato

Blue police box just landed outside.

Jack's back.

Comments

[order_of_chaos]

Oh, wow. I love this. Possibly I also hate it, a very little bit, because parts of it are seriously messed up and you broke Rose, but mostly? I love it.

[walkwithheroes.livejournal.com]

I love this.

Thank you so much!

Possibly I also hate it, a very little bit, because parts of it are seriously messed up and you broke Rose,

I seem to have a thing for writing seriously messed up one-shots...and for breaking pretty blond girls. I can't seem to help myself, sorry.

[sensiblecat.livejournal.com]

This is so intriguing, it reminds me of a Hill Street Blues type TV script, all interlinking story lines and short fast-moving scenes. I even like the way that a lot of stuff is unresolved, because that seems more realistic. You capture the wider picture, which the central characters would only be a small part of. The D/R reunion scene, though very sad, is well done, because of that very lack of resolution. It would not be simple. And I think the last few lines are great.

There are more and more TW fics coming out now and it seems to me, that of the ones I've read so far, this probably comes closest to the atmosphere of the show.

[walkwithheroes.livejournal.com]

I even like the way that a lot of stuff is unresolved, because that seems more realistic.

I like leaving some things unresolved, because it not only lets people decide for themselves, but it is also natural. You can never really get everything resolved neatly when it comes to Torchwood.

You capture the wider picture, which the central characters would only be a small part of.

I have a thing for the the people/aliens/things that have to deal with Torchwood. I just find the aliend/people/etc that Torchwood deals with to be so interesting. I love writing about them.

The D/R reunion scene, though very sad, is well done, because of that very lack of resolution. It would not be simple.

Firstly, thank you. Secondly, it would not be simple and that's what I wanted to write about. If there were to ever be a d/R reunion ('specially if Rose fell through a rift or something), it wouldn't be all simple and puppies. It's sad, but I love when fic writers remember that.

There are more and more TW fics coming out now and it seems to me, that of the ones I've read so far, this probably comes closest to the atmosphere of the show.

Wow. That's really kind of you to say. Thanks so much.

[rawthorne.livejournal.com]

You know my thoughts on this, so you know I loved it. Your writing is improving and your grasp on the fandom never wavers.

Great job, ma dear, great job!

[walkwithheroes.livejournal.com]

Your writing is improving and your grasp on the fandom never wavers.

Thank you so much. That really means a lot.

[davidtenanntmad.livejournal.com]

Wow, I really liked that ^^

[walkwithheroes.livejournal.com]

Thanks. :) Oh...love the icon!

[nebularific]

via time&chips

Oh, nice.

This was really, really great. I second what order_of_chaos said above, I love this because every bit of it's wonderful, but I also hate it because you broke Rose.

The Alice one, #9, was my favorite, I think. The Alice Tyler bit threw me at first, wasn't sure whether she was a relation of Rose's or what, but I figured out it was a coincidence in the end. Overall, I like that her last name was Tyler.

You did a great job showing different sides to Torchwood. As sensiblecat said, this really gets across the feel of the show, which seems to be hard to do with TW.

I really liked how #7 and #9, when compared, show slightly different sides of Torchwood and when you throw in #3, you get even more of a contrast.

I really liked the first one with Rose, #6, however, on the whole, I think #8, the Doctor one, was my least favorite. Not because of what you did with Rose, but because that one just felt a little... off. It feels out of place. I think it's because while the others parts revolved around Torchwood, this didn't. This part felt like it had the Doctor at the center, while with the others it was Torchwood.

Loved #5, with Lincoln. Though, that might have something to do with that fact that in my head I cast him as Ewan McGregor, probably due to the fact that, in The Island, he plays a character named Lincoln. Two actually.

And last but not least, #10. I loved #10, I really did. It fixes the horrible retcon of Small Worlds, which felt OOC for Jack anyway. [The in love with Estelle, bit. Taking that into consideration, Jack's actions in the ep weren't really OOC. Um... rant for another time.] Anyway, this fixed it in a lovely way. If Estelle was there, and Jack really did feel like that, then this is what would really have happened.

[walkwithheroes.livejournal.com]

This was really, really great. I second what order_of_chaos said above, I love this because every bit of it's wonderful, but I also hate it because you broke Rose.

Thank you. Well, like I said...I have a thing for causing angst and breaking pretty girls.

The Alice one, #9, was my favorite, I think. Overall, I like that her last name was Tyler.

Honestly? I really liked the Alice one. I like the idea of there being some nice aliens in Cardiff. Plus...I kind of think Alice ad Ianto had some strange flirting thing going on. lol. Yeah, I gave her Tyler as a last name just because I liked it.

I really liked how #7 and #9, when compared, show slightly different sides of Torchwood and when you throw in #3, you get even more of a contrast.

I like Torchwood must have different sides and has most likely acted differently at different times in its history. I really enjoyed writing about and showing different contrast of Torchwood.

I really liked the first one with Rose, #6, however, on the whole, I think #8, the Doctor one, was my least favorite. Not because of what you did with Rose, but because that one just felt a little... off. It feels out of place. I think it's because while the others parts revolved around Torchwood, this didn't. This part felt like it had the Doctor at the center, while with the others it was Torchwood.

I just had to throw Rose in there. I agree with you about number eight. I wanted for Rose to see the Doctor agree, and I wanted to include him. But it is off, maybe because at its core it's a D/R thing and not about Torchwood or aliens. Still...I just had to include it.

Loved #5, with Lincoln. Though, that might have something to do with that fact that in my head I cast him as Ewan McGregor, probably due to the fact that, in The Island, he plays a character named Lincoln. Two actually.

lol. Somehow, I could see Ewan McGregor as Lincoln. Lincoln to me is just cool. And, I loved that he keep an eye on Alice and tried to protect her. I bet those two have some cool stories to tell...

I loved #10, I really did. It fixes the horrible retcon of Small Worlds, which felt OOC for Jack anyway. [The in love with Estelle, bit. Taking that into consideration, Jack's actions in the ep weren't really OOC. Um... rant for another time.] Anyway, this fixed it in a lovely way. If Estelle was there, and Jack really did feel like that, then this is what would really have happened.

Honestly? I loved the idea that Jack could love someone post-Nine&Rose. ('Cause...according to the timeline, he met Estelle post-S1 of Doctor Who.) And since Jack loves so deeply...I just loved the idea of him asking the Doctor to go back to 1945, so they could get her.



Anyway...thanks for reading. So glad you liked it.

[adafrog.livejournal.com]

Very interesting compilation of stories. I love the Roswell ones.

[walkwithheroes.livejournal.com]

Thanks for reading. I loved writing them and would honestly not mind writing more about each and everyone one of the characters/stories.

I love the Roswell ones.

Those were my favorite, too.

[emmy-bemmy.livejournal.com]

I love it. Fantastic. Lovely. Brilliant...

[walkwithheroes.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much.

[kephisos.livejournal.com]

...Wow! I love it. :D! It's nice to see there are some good aliens, and that Torchwood isn't as bad as it seems sometimes.

And you broke Rose! Eleventy billion points for that, yep.

[walkwithheroes.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much for reading. I'm glad you loved it.

And you broke Rose! Eleventy billion points for that, yep.

:) I just had to break Rose. Just had to.

[crytears.livejournal.com]

Did you delete this or something? Or is it just me that can't see it?

[walkwithheroes.livejournal.com]

No, the story should still be there.

[walkwithheroes.livejournal.com]

I think it may have been a glitch in livejournal. The entry was gone, but then I went to 'edit', found the entry, and saved it...again. It's back up.