"At midnight, a nationwide security alert was sent out… Torchwood London, demands all agencies' cooperation in issuing an arrest warrant for Ianto Merric Jones, 24, of Cardiff." Torchwood Three's Archivist has gone rogue. But, he does have a ve
Title: For the Captain and Cardiff Author: blackhemlock Fandom(s): Torchwood / Doctor Who Genre: General… mostly adventure with a little angst for good measure
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Lisa referred to. Rating: PG-13 for some swearing and allusions to a M/M relationship Spoilers: Up to Torchwood Season 2x04 'Meat' and Doctor Who Season 3x13 'Last of the Time Lords' Warnings: allusions to M/M relationship… but nothing graphic Summary: "At midnight, a nationwide security alert was sent out… Torchwood London, demands all agencies' cooperation in issuing an arrest warrant for Ianto Merric Jones, 24, of Cardiff." Torchwood Three's Archivist has gone rogue. But, he does have a very good reason, and he looks stunning in his new suit.
A/N:
1) This was written as part of the Tardis Big Bang and can be found here: www[dot]tardisbigbang[dot]com along with the wonderful artwork that was done for it! Also, I would advise you to check out the other fics at the Big Bang as they are superb!
2) All Latitude and Longitude positions have been taken from this website: www[dot]satsig[dot]net/maps/lat-long-finder[dot]htmso feel free to check them out.
Saturday, Day 194, 00.00GMT Latitude: 51° 27' 9" N Longitude: 3° 9' 9" W
The Hub was dark, quiet and still.
Actually, it wasn't, because the Hub was never dark: there was always a screen on, its dull neon glow flickering as something was processed or recorded or monitored. Likewise the Hub was never still or silent. Myfanwy ruled the roost when its human occupants were elsewhere; wheeling about the lofty expanses, occasionally breaking her glide with a great leathery flap of wings or a hoarse piercing shriek. There was the occasional trickle of water running down the Rift tower from the fountain on the Plass, dripping into one of the pools at the foot of the tower. Light reflected off the water, bouncing and casting shadows around the Hub, turning all the weird technology into shaded monsters.
Yet, despite all of this, the Hub was comparatively dark, quiet and still.
In one of the many shaded corners, a computer screen flickered to life and a red flashing icon appeared.
But other than that brief flare of life…the Hub was abandoned.
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