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Mitchell Pt 7

WondaBlend Packs a
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Mitchell 

Part 6

By DJ Forrest

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Mitchell

Part Five

By DJ Forrest

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Mitchell

Part 4

By DJ Forrest

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Mitchell Pt 3

By DJ Forrest


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Mitchell

Chapter Two

Marley's Story

By DJ Forrest


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Torchwood: 
New Team, 
New Location, Same Agenda

Episode One

Mitchell


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The Doctor, The Witch, and the War Zone.

Starring The 12th Doctor and
Harriet Jane Elderson as the Witch



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Heaven & Nature Sings: Part 7

By Echo Fain

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Heaven & Nature Sings by Echo Fain




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Part Four:

When he dreams, he rarely dreams of going home.

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Captain Jack Harkness meets Marcel Proust

By Claudia Lindner




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Captain Jack Harkness meets Chris Isherwood

By Claudia Lindner



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Doctor Who.  The Church of the Fallen
 By Sara Black

The Doctor held his steady pace as he strutted off in the direction his sonic screwdriver was telling him to go, its constant bleeping sound signalling to him that he was on the right track and whilst he tried to concentrate and not let himself get distracted, the constant bleep of Donna Noble his latest human companion, nagging relentlessly in his ear was beginning to give him a headache.



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Part Three:


When he dreams, he dreams of lost chances and collapsed potential waveforms, the paths not taken, the alternatives, the parallel universes, the temporal dead-ends. He dreams of an Idris who died through the inaction of two young, cocky Time Agents who had no clue they'd just let Jack's son---born two thousand plus odd years in the past---slip through their stupid fingers. He dreams of New Orleans in the Roaring Twenties on Earth, where he'd hired a mulatto woman named Salome to care for his toddling daughter.



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A Night Back in Time
By Claudia Lindner


Hi all,
this little one-shot fan fiction was inspired by the episode "Captain Jack Harkness“ and the thought about what might have happened, if Jack and Tosh hadn't made it back through time, if Owen hadn't successfully messed with the rift and there wouldn't have been any other opportunity to get home immediately either. What would Jack and Tosh have done, how would they find their way around in 1941? And how would they get along with each other? Would it change their relationship or would they both stay the persons they had been before?
So I hope you like my little 'what if' fan fiction and don't be too strict with me on the technological Torchwood stuff – I'm not good at that, never was.
Enjoy this story!  Claudia



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The Soul Catcher by Sandy Deck
Translated by Alison Balmforth


Prologue
Head held high, the black knight rode into the small village. A young and very beautiful woman rode at his side. Her long red hair danced in the wind.  The knight dismounted his horse and, with a determined stride, approached an old woman. She looked at him, frightened, and put down the heavy basket she had been carrying on her back. The remaining inhabitants of the village ran as quickly as they could into their houses, or hid behind handcarts or bales of hay.



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Heaven and Nature Sing by Echo Fain



Part Two:


Once upon a time. Like a fairytale, but real. Realer than real.

Once upon a time, he'd met a man in the Palace gardens whose heart was cold and covered in something that smelled of iron and felt like stone under the tendrils of his empathy. He'd known who he was meeting, of course; Her Majesty had given him the dossier some time before, had asked him to take the job of playing watchdog and confessor to her sometime-consort and always-protector. From the start, he had not wanted to say yes and that feeling had only grown stronger after meeting the immortal Captain.



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The Long Nights
By Mickie Newton

Gwen, when she first joined Torchwood so long ago, asked Jack “When do you get to go home? You seem to live here. You don't, do you?” He smiled and replied “Gotta be ready. The twenty-first century's when it all changes. And I hate the commute.” Gwen then asked with a gentle smile “Where do you sleep?” Jacks reply was simple “I don't.”


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Which Present Should I Buy For Her?  
By Antje Strauch

Set after Season 2 and before Season 3 

There are 22 hidden songs in this story, see if you can find them!

     It was the end of November. This time of year had crept up on Rhys again. Hadn’t it been summer just recently? But now, if you drove just a bit outside Cardiff, you were greeted by a white winter wonderland. Children pleaded: “Let it snow!” And when it did, they left their Xbox’s and built Frosty, the Snowman.
The shops were decorated nicely with silver bells and lights and the sellers told everyone: “We wish you a merry Christmas!”
     And Rhys had no idea which present Gwen would like.  Last Christmas he had gotten a bottle of perfume on the 24th of December. There had been no time in the weeks before Christmas, as work was very busy. Everyone wanted their deliveries in time. But he had seen that Gwen only feigned her joy. “Smells very good!” she’d told him with a bit too much enthusiasm, and then gave him a very thoughtful and personal gift. He’d never felt more ashamed.


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The Spirit of Love
By Sandy Deck


     It was another of those days you’d rather strike from the calendar. Although, it promised to be the most beautiful day for a long time and began with a promising morning. For once the rolls they had ordered all arrived and the coffee didn’t contain any of that disgusting powder, which somehow occasionally manages to crawl out of the filter bag to end up in the coffee itself. Marie shuddered at the thought.
     After the delicious breakfast, Marie made her way to see Gray. They were going to buy Christmas tree decorations and a wreath together. Marie was looking forward to it. She had never imagined that Gray would be looking for Christmas decorations with her. Somehow the two didn’t seem to fit together. Kitsch Christmas junk and Gray. To her, it seemed similar to someone trying to teach Gray how to knit. But it was his idea. Marie laughed as she remembered Jack’s facial expression. What had he been thinking? Marie thought, giggling.
   “What’s so funny?” A voice tore her away from her thoughts. Marie looked up and straight into his eyes, which were always so full of life and pulled the ground out from under her feet.



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Heaven & Nature Sings

By Echo Fain

 Prologue:

When he dreams, he dreams of how he could've changed it.

He dreams of telling the immortal ex-Time Agent 'I know what's going to happen tomorrow and the next few days after that and I can't tell you what I know but I need you to trust me. If you trust me and don't question my choices, you and yours might survive to see better days. Will you trust me, Jack?'

He dreams of it and knows that would be an empty promise. He can't imagine what would've happened if he'd chosen to step out of Flat Holm into a bright summer Sunday with the sole purpose of saving Earth, Ianto Jones, and Jack's grandson Stephen---at the cost of his own life. He couldn't predict how those events would change what happened afterward. One change was all it would have taken to alter the future he knew of. 

But, changing a fixed event required certain things.  Death must be reciprocated, life for life. 

He wouldn't have minded, really.  At least he wouldn't still be here.

Maybe Ianto would've died, anyway, in a car accident or shot by soldiers while protecting his sister's family. Maybe Stephen would've fallen down a flight of stairs and broken his neck. Maybe, maybe, maybe.  Maybe he would've walked out of Thames House still alive, having cheated.  Having found another to die in Ianto's place.

What then?

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VIVA TORCHWOOD - Chapter 7
Written by Doreen Freitag
Translated by Birte Schieder



‘Planet Earth’ was breathtaking. It looked like a giant ring-shaped space ship and it was standing on several crooked stilts. The ball-like Death Star protruded from it. The entrance of the hotel looked like the lowered loading platform to E.T.'s space ship and an X-Wing starfighter hovered above it. One restaurant was called ‘Nostromo’, which made Catherine shiver. She really didn't want to know what was on their menu.
Jack drove the car to the backside of the hotel and parked the van next to one of the delivery entrances that was situated between two of the stilts.
Catherine was already in her place and had opened the hologram map of the glove. ‘Can you see Gwen?’ Rex asked her over his shoulder.
‘As far as I can tell she should be in the very top of the Death Star,’ Catherine said with a disheartened undertone.
‘Great, so we'll meet the emperor himself up there,’ Rex grumbled.
‘Okay, let's go,’ Jack said and jumped out of the car. ‘We'll enter the space ship via hangar E. It would be very helpful if you could later guide us our way out of the ship through there, Cathy.’
Catherine nodded and Jack opened the door next to her again and leaned inside. ‘Sweetheart, I'm counting on you. I know you can do that. You do want me back, right?’
‘Yes, Luke,’ Catherine replied, smiling, ‘please come back to me.’

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The Ghost of Halloween
By Sandy Deck
Translated by Alison Balmforth

     It was very late and most of the patrons were so drunk, they barely even knew where they were. Today, Julia was dancing in this bar for the first time. Her knees were still shaking a little, but she didn’t let it show. Wantonly, she expertly entwined she shapely legs around the pole. Most of the people in the hall clamoured in excitement and whistled with delight. “Strip!” some of them slurred. Julia swallowed. She wasn’t comfortable with this and suddenly felt as though she was going to be sick. Then she couldn’t take it any longer! Her anxiety was too strong. She ran into her dressing room as fast as she could. Loud booing could be heard, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to get away. She closed the door behind her and sank onto the stool in front of the large mirror. “How could you even think you’d be able to strip in front of all those people?” she berated her reflection as she took off her make-up. Julia could still hear the patrons booing. Suddenly, someone threw open her dressing room door.

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VIVA TORCHWOOD
By Doreen Freitag
Translated by Birte Scheider
Chapter 6

‘Why do women always have so much luggage,” the Captain asked jokingly when he put Catherine’s travelling bag from the Chevrolet into the van. Actually Catherine’s travelling bag wasn’t very big. ‘Have you even got everything a woman needs for a journey?”
‘I don’t know what you think a woman needs for a journey but I think I’ve got everything I need,” Catherine replied and gazed at Jack’s old leather suitcase, which was very obviously bigger than Catherine’s.
Jack, who had seen her gaze, said: ‘You don’t want to know what’s in there. But I’m starting to wonder whether we will ever get to open our bags on this trip.”
Once again Jack sat down behind the wheel and they headed North on the Interstate 95. When they passed the motel near the road Catherine was thankful for not having to sleep there. There hadn’t even been a coffee machine in their room.
Thinking of coffee suddenly let her stomach rumble and Rex Matheson also seemed to be hungry because he unpacked three mugs filled with coffee – that wasn’t really hot any more – and a box of doughnuts from another box he had taken with him.
‘Wow, Rex, you’re getting ahead,” Jack noticed, grinning, and almost ate the first doughnut at once, then had a huge gulp of coffee.
Catherine also helped herself to a doughnut.
When she later examined the glove, she noticed that she could zoom into the holographic map up to a certain distance, but it wasn’t close enough to locate the weak signal of Gwen’s coding unit. However she hoped it would work when they were closer to Las Vegas.
After Rex had explained all of the different devices in the van to her and started to be a bit more friendly, the scenery that flew by made Catherine tired and she cuddled up in her seat. Just a bit later she was fast asleep. She didn’t even see Jack smiling at her through the rear mirror.

‘Cathy, we’re there.’
A hand caressed her cheek and Catherine was awake immediately. Jack had stopped at a petrol station and the sky was dark. She could see the blinking lights of the city that never sleeps only a few miles away. Rex, however, wasn’t there – he had to be in the building.
Jack was leaning in the car’s doorframe next to Catherine’s seat. ‘Did you sleep well?” His eyes wandered over her face and she hoped that there wasn’t any trace of saliva in her face. Apparently there really wasn’t because Jack bent forward and blew a kiss onto her lips. She immediately was more awake than ever before.
‘When do you sleep, Jack,” she asked while she got out of the car and stretched.


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Tango of the Exiles

by Echo Fain


Part Three:



Jack wore a snug black teeshirt tucked into his jeans.  He left his coat in the vehicle and put on sunglasses.  It was chilly enough to need a jacket and he'd prepared for that.  He pulled tags off the white puffy parka and a slate grey Adidas cap.  He'd had time to kill in London since his arrival.  He had shopped for his disguise, as minimum as it was.    

He had walked through Highgate cemetery, remembering the last time he was there on its winding paths, among the dead both famous and unknown.  He had stopped in front of the fallen tomb where Ianto was trapped for two days and remembered what he had felt, seeing the blood on the stones and knowing that his young Welshman had fought tooth and bloodied nail to escape without hope of moving the massive lintel blocks which had fallen over the doorway.

What would the city of London think of the monstrous thing buried among the tombs and monuments, its movement frozen by the vibration of mirrors within a lead box?  Was it still well-trapped?

He walked alongside the city university, studying its buildings and making his mind as much of a blank as he could manage.  He was hunting, and his prey had the ability to read hearts like he would read a mission report or a short story.  He wondered what they would talk about.  He wondered if Lyn would refuse to see him.  He wondered if he'd get any answers, a yes to the question that had been on his mind since the last call from M.

Now, as he approached the bandstand, he saw there was a crowd gathered in the park.  There was music playing, a live band with four acoustic guitars and a handsome Venus of Willendorf in Stevie Nicks' rags singing an Adele song that made him smile. 

The audience was spread out around the edges, but directly in front of the bandstand steps there was a tight knot of listeners and he joined them, stood at the back.  Behind his sunglasses, he surreptitiously scanned faces.

Did Lyn cover his scars in London?  He wished he'd asked M.

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The Dream Curse
By Jo Rita Raymer


      Another rainy day in Cardiff, by the look of the darken sky it wasn’t about to let up anytime soon. The atmosphere was heavy, unstable and the temperature had dropped quickly. Something had made the birds silent. But that didn’t silence the humans who were doing the daily routines, clueless to the oncoming storm.
     The Torchwood team had stopped in a local tavern to have a few drinks after a long night of hunting. The creatures called Weevils were coming out of the sewers more frequently now and were killing innocent people. Last night was just one night of many that the team had captured these creatures so the world might be a safer place.
     The waitress placed their drinks down on the table and told them to have a great day. As she walked away Owen smiled and considered asking her out on a date.
     Jack was gulping down his glass of water as Owen spoke up sarcastically.
   “Well bloody hell, that hunt went down badly. Ianto what were you trying to do sedate me or the weevil?”
   “I was merely trying to help you Owen. My aim was just a little off.” Ianto tilted his head a bit and gave a smile.
Owen glowered and replied “Next time do me a favor and don’t help okay!”
     Toshiko and Gwen looked at each other and started to laugh at Ianto and Owen. Jack just waited till the laughter had quit before he spoke.
    “Well the main concern was to capture it before any harm was done. Now Janet has someone to communicate with, if by any means that is what these creatures do to talk to one another.”
Gwen finally spoke up. “We don’t know a lot about these creatures except they are linked together in some way to each other. Sort of like an empathy. Too bad we can’t just send them back through the rift to where they came from.”
Owen looked at Gwen and exclaimed “Speaking of the rift, don’t you think it’s been quiet for the past few days?”

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Gray’s Time by Sandy Deck,
translated by Alison Balmforth

     It all began when Marie and her mother were getting some children to safety.  Marie still had the images before her eyes, which she simply couldn’t shake off.  Aliens, named the 456 by the Press, had appeared in Cardiff.
     Marie and her mother were on the run from the authorities and couldn’t trust anyone. No one. Not even her own father, as Marie had painfully discovered. Anger sprouted within her and she balled her hands into fists. In her mind’s eye she saw the terrible scene once more;
   “Marie, go further into the tunnel with the children”, her mother shouted to her as she left the shelter of the tunnel to hasten more children inside.  Marie took several children by the hand and took them further inside. “Go on further to the end of the tunnel”, she heard herself say to the children.  Then she went back again to check on her mother.
     He stood there.  Her father stood before her with his weapon raised:   “Marie, come here at once! I’m ordering you!”, his voice shook.  Fear spread through her.  What should she do now?  Then her dear mother appeared and stood directly behind him.  “Leave the child alone!” she demanded and he turned away from Marie to face his wife.  She looked at him with eyes full of hatred and demanded once more, “Leave my daughter alone!”
   “You beast. You’re ruining everything I’ve painstakingly built up over the years. How can you go behind my back like this?” Marie heard her father say reproachfully.
     He worked for a special unit which was assigned to gather together the city’s children. Marie remembered the evening her mother had begged him not to do it. She had begged him through tears to help her bring the neighbourhood’s children to safety. He refused without showing any compassion and gave her the answer: “Orders are orders. A soldier must do as he is commanded!”
     Now he stood before her dear mother and continued to shout. “Come here, I’m ordering you!” But she didn’t even glance at him. She looked fondly at her daughter. “Run, Marie! Get to safety!” Marie swallowed. She didn’t want to leave her mother alone, but she knew that to protect the children she 

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Tango of the Exiles

by Echo Fain


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Part Two:



The soldiers wore earplugs to give the visitors a measure of privacy because the doors were much closer.  They'd been escorted to this conference room, given a tray with fresh coffee, and presented with two boxes.

The boxes sat on the long table.  Taking off her jacket to sling it over a chair, Martha perched cross-legged on the sturdy surface as if she was a teenage girl instead of a powerful woman who'd twice held the fate of Earth in her hands, once with a story and the second time with the Osterhagen key.  She didn't look like UNIT. 

Jack poured their coffees and Martha opened the metal box.

This one looked like tin on the outside but was lined with thin lead.  It was a type of strongbox he understood well; Torchwood's Hub had owned several of them, designed to hold archived items which were potentially dangerous with alien radiation.  After examining the lack of radiation output, he was sure there was no reason for fear and his companion began pulling the contents, piece by piece. 

All four of them.

The wool frock coat was burned in places, ruined with chemical fire retardant and sea water.  It was black but looked rusty.  On the table, the article of clothing was crumpled and didn't seem like anything more than a bulky rag.  It belonged to Earth's history, the Victorian era.

"For the small amount of damage, I'd say he was probably laying on all of this.  It must've been under him in the seat."  Martha commented, and Jack made a low querying noise, urging her to the next item.

A brown leather journal with lined pages, a purple gel pen.  Both were entirely 21st century.  The sight of them made Jack grin.  Hadn't Lyn told him that the 19th, 20th, and 21st centuries on Earth had been a timezone of fascination, the way another might claim the especial study of Shakespearean England 

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VIVA TORCHWOOD – Chapter 5
By Doreen Freitag
Translated by Birte Scheider


Catherine had just put her mobile phone back into her pocket after her conversation with Jim Stuart when they could hear more gunshots from outside. Car doors were slammed and a car drove away.
One moment later, Rex Matheson and Jack entered the mini market through the back door again, breathing heavily.
The CIA-agent was dirty, as if he had been lying on the ground, and there was a bullet hole in one of his sleeves. He didn't seem hurt, though, because he moved his arm as if the hole wasn't there.
‘What the hell is going on here,’ Matheson asked and kicked against a news rack, which fell over with a huge noise.
‘Where's Gwen,’ Catherine asked. Her colleague should have been here long ago.
‘Hank and Spikey took her,’ Jack replied and Catherine's head jerked around.
The Captain put his weapon back into his shoulder belt and was staring to the ground with an absent air. When he looked at her, Catherine could suddenly see all of his emotions, the fear of another loss and the fierce resolution of bringing Gwen back.
Meanwhile, Rex Matheson was on the phone and he was talking loudly, describing the delivery van with which the two men and Gwen had left in the direction of North.
‘This won't be any good,’ Jack told Catherine. ‘They'll change the car as soon as they can or they'll go into hiding and we've got no idea who we're dealing with. Seems like there is something much bigger behind all of this.’
‘Let's go back to the warehouse. We've got a well-equipped van there, for investigations.’ Matheson was about to leave the mini market.
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Tango of the Exiles

by Echo Fain



Part One:



Dear Jack

There's no way for me to predict whether you will return to Earth in this time zone.  Once, I could've said that you wouldn't because you didn't, but I'm not such a fool as to believe your timeline is fixed in any such manner.  The very nature of your existence suggests you to be beyond such petty temporal theories. 

I write this to you and half-heartedly hope you'll never know it exists, for if you ever read this letter, it means you've altered the timeline which I understand to be reality.  By doing so, you might erase my memories. 

A man may pray to his gods for such an end.

Sometimes, I pray for such an oblivion.  Sometimes, I wish to be a different man, a man who could fall through the Cardiff Rift for some other reason than the one which brought me here.  Mostly I wish I was a different man, one who didn't fall.  There are days when I wish I'd never met you.  What might my life have been if I'd never devoted my heart and body, my mind and soul? 

I don't curse your name, Jack, but I have my regrets. 

Forgive me that, as you long ago forgave me for the horrors I unleashed in my desire to help you and protect my home world.  You haven't been there yet, it all lays before you still.  As I don't expect to ever see you again, I'll have to console myself with the knowledge that, if you knew the truth, you would understand the magnitude of what I accomplished in your name.  I like to think that, if you did know, you'd recognize the depth of my devotion and maybe you would even see me with new eyes, without pity. 

You always looked at me with pity, in this time zone.  You pitied my face, my ruined body.  I could read the pity in your heart and it tempered my resolve to never give you any more information than I did.  Why would I ever tell you the truth of us when you looked at me with such compassionate anguish?  There was a time when your eyes would've held laughter and love and happiness when we were together, but no more.  I couldn't tell you.  It wasn't just for the sake of temporal continuity, Jack.  The truth of me hurts.

Sometimes, I wish I could wake up and not remember how I came to be on this planet so far from my own home world, so far from you and from all that I love. 

On the other hand, if you do return to Earth, such a small temporal paradox might change nothing of my memories.  What's a few more decades on Earth for a man like you, in the face of a thousand 

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VIVA TORCHWOOD

By Doreen Freitag
Translation by Birte Schieder

CHAPTER 4



     After having parked the car they approached the destroyed warehouse. The road tanker had done a good job. The side of the building facing the road had a huge hole in one of the walls and pieces of something that had been molten beyond recognition were proof of the great heat that must have existed at the site. The building was surrounded by yellow tape and a couple of signs reading ‘Danger of collapse’ warned people not to enter the warehouse.
    Rex Matheson lifted the barrier tape and all of them approached the building. They could still smell the burning. With a movement of his arm, the CIA agent pointed them in the direction where he had found the corpses. One after another they entered the remains of the warehouse and reached the burnt room.
  Jack and Gwen had gotten out their flashlights and pointed into one corner of the room, where three corpses laid on the floor. Catherine had to cover her mouth with her hand and tried to fight back a choked sound. Comforting her, Jack put his hand on her arm.
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Faith in a Higher Power

By Echo Fain



The Captain rarely asks him to work late.  More often it's his own choice to linger, to make himself available for Jack's needs, verbal or physical.  It's his choice, how he explains himself to the others or even whether he bothers with an explanation.  He doesn't mention it and they keep silent all questions.  

Except for Owen, of course, but that's only because Owen can't bear for anyone to pretend that things are other than what they truly are.  Owen must expose everything, strip back the secrets to their core and dirty the truth with his cynicism, even if only as a way to prove that Jack is fooling no one but Ianto.  Tosh tells him to ignore Owen, Gwen pretends that she's not uncomfortable on some subconscious level, but they are both polite and sweet to him.

He knows when Jack needs him; it's like an alarm goes off under his skin, an awareness of Jack's fragility and pain.  There are times when Torchwood's functionality hangs on the sanity and hopes of Captain Jack Harkness.  In those times, Jack needs someone who accepts and forgives all his black sins.  When the charm fails and Jack is left with the impossible, terrible choices that no fair and just god would ever delegate to a human---not even one from the 51st century---there is Ianto Jones.  Ianto, who carries so many scars of his own.  Jack is forced sometimes to make unbearable decisions; 

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VIVA TORCHWOOD

Chapter 3


A few hours later they had checked in for their flight to L.A. and found their seats on the plane. Gwen had already fallen asleep during the climb flight; she hadn’t even noticed when the light for the seatbelt was turned off. Rhys and Anwen had turned up at the airport to say goodbye and Catherine could see how hard it had been for Gwen to leave her daughter and her husband behind. But she also knew that her colleague would put one hundred per cent of her effort into Torchwood once they would arrive in L.A.
Jack, who was sitting next to Catherine, had immersed himself in the in-flight magazine and was looking at the duty free offers for designer watches. This day, he was wearing his light green shirt and the red braces. Catherine hadn’t really been into men wearing old-fashioned clothing, but everything had been different with this man right from the start. To be honest, she didn’t even know yet how she was supposed to survive the next ten hours sitting next to the Captain. This indefinable, dizzying fragrance coming from him made her head spin. She saw his slim hands holding the magazine, she heard the rustling of his shirt fabric and from the corner of her eye how he was inhaling and exhaling.
Couldn’t he hear her heart beating loudly? It was even louder than the turbines of the plane. As if Jack Harkness had read her thoughts he looked up from his magazine and glanced at her.
Catherine could feel herself blushing and bent down towards her bag. Of course she hit her head at the seat in front of her. Just to be on the safe side she stayed there for a moment, wondering what she was looking for in her bag. Luckily, Catherine’s fingers found the book she packed in at home when she was about to leave. She unpacked the book from her bag and leaned back in her seat.
Of course the Captain looked at the cover immediately. ‘Pride and Prejudice,’ he read, grinning. ‘I kind of didn’t expect you to read Jane Austen.’ And before Catherine could answer he added: ‘Although I think it is totally justifiable to read Jane – even today. Back then, the ladies were really crazy about her novels.’
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Terminus
by Echo Fain



Flat Holm.  It was a penance, Jack had decided.

He visited once a week on Sunday afternoons, walked through these chilly concrete corridors and talked to all of the staff.  He checked on each inmate, went over the details of life in the bunker where time ran by routine's clock.

He knew all the names and stories for those lost souls tossed back by the Rift...all but one.  He'd wondered, seeing the reams of information dragged up by Gwen and Tosh over a year ago, if by some odd chance they might have found a name and an identity for Flat Holm's version of John Doe.  He'd wondered, but he hadn't held his breath; Lyn, after all, wasn't from Earth, 

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VIVA TORCHWOOD
by Doreen Freitag 



Chapter 2


Four weeks later, Catherine felt like she’d never done a different job before. She didn’t regret going to Torchwood Cardiff for even a second. In the beginning, everything had been quite new for her, but it didn’t take her very long to know the technology better than Gwen or the Captain would ever do. Both of them had given her a short orientation to the devices, but both of them shortly pushed their boundaries.
And they had always mentioned the names of Toshiko Sato, Dr. Owen Harper and Ianto Jones. Toshiko had always done it this way, Owen only kicked against some devices and they’d get started and nothing ever worked out without Ianto.
By that time, Catherine knew that those three former colleagues died during Torchwood operations and she was almost doleful that she didn’t have the chance to meet those three very special people.

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VIVA TORCHWOOD
Doreen Freitag
(Translation by Birte Schieder)


Chapter One


     It could have started better.
Catherine looked around. Of course, she wasn’t for the first time in Cardiff today but, somehow, she acted like a country bumpkin. To her credit, the entrance to the building with the number 11 had hardly been visible on Google Street View. Every time she had tried to zoom in, for some reason the image was so blurry that she could only see colourful shadows.
She had already found number 10. So logically, the building next to it should be the one she was searching for; but it was more something of a ruin than a house. Was there really a state-of-the-art institute behind these crumbling walls?
All right, the job advertisement did say something about readiness to assume risks and field work, but these words gained an entirely new meaning in view of this building. She studied the letter in her hand for about the third time. She was right. It had to be here.
‘Fine,’ she said to herself, putting the paper back into her large handbag, and approached the ruin’s entrance. The door looked like it hadn’t been opened for ages. But now, standing right in front of it, she could see a small object in the upper left-hand


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