Rifts Are Strange Things

A Torchwood General/Humor Fanfic

Summary:
A series of drabbles, like "Five More Minutes", this time with the Torchwood Team.

Rated K for nothing bad, yet, but I might bump it up to K+ seeing as this is Torchwood.

Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. I am not that mean, to leave us the way he did.

A/N: I couldn't resist. Really, I couldn't. I know, you out there could all argue with me that Torchwood is a spin-off of Doctor Who, so I could just shove it in with FMM. I won't, though. This'll include exclusively the Torchwood 3 team, and maybe Martha – 'cause she's canon in Torchwood. The Doctor is too, technically, but these'll mostly take place in Cardiff anyways.

Chapter 1: Don't I Know You? (100 words)

The rift in time and space that ran through the city of Cardiff opened up and out fell a teenage girl. Luckily enough for her, she appeared in a secret, underground base of an institute that happened to know exactly what was going on.

Brushing herself off, she got to her feet and was greeted by a man who looked like he'd just stepped out of the 1940s. Something about her seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

"Don't I know you?" he asked. She gave him a deathly glare.

"Yeah," she said.

And shot him in the forehead.

A/N: Woot! I would totally travel through space and time and fall through a rift in time and space just to shoot Jack in the forehead. The good news is I think that's taken care of my anger at him 'cause I don't want to kill him anymore!