Future, Meet Past
Day One fic for the Empty Child/Doctor Dances anniversary celebration! By Clare Hope, aka Admin Ianto at We-Are-Torchwood
That sounded like Owen. Why was Owen groaning? Wasn’t it night? Night was usually when Gwen was asleep.
“Owen? Gwen? Are you there?”
And that was Ianto. What was going on? Gwen sat up and rubbed her eyes.
“Gwen, you’re awake. Look, we’re in this room. I can’t find any doors or weaknesses in the walls,” Ianto said. The only light was coming from a small torch that he was carrying. “You and Owen have been out for about 20 minutes.”
“Where are we? How did we get here?” Gwen groaned.
“Well, we were investigating Rift activity, so I’m guessing the Rift brought us here.” Ianto tapped the wall. “It seems to be some sort of high-strength metal alloy.”
Gwen crawled over to Owen and shook him roughly. “Wake up. We’re trapped.”
“Great. You know, I think I’m gonna stay asleep,” he mumbled.
“What’s that noise?” Ianto said suddenly.
Gwen knew that noise. So did Ianto, though he would prefer not to remember it. It was the whirring, wheezing sound of one space-time ship that had once whisked Jack away from them for three months. Their best guess as to the occupant of the ship was whoever Jack’s “doctor” that he kept referring to was, but they didn’t know for sure.
“What the hell is going on?” Owen snapped.
There was a thud, and another, higher pitched whirring. Part of the wall swung inwards, almost hitting Ianto in the face. “Hey!” he cried.