Captain Jack Harkness

Note: This is the third and final part of the story set in the alternate universe created in the Doctor Who episode 'Turn Left'. Part one is here, and part two is here. I had originally not planned to finish it until tomorrow, but here it is!


"You're not experimenting on him!"

Jack bursts into the room uninvited and unannounced with a flustered Private Jenkins following steps behind him.

"Sorry, Colonel," Jenkins breathes, trying to compose himself.

Jack had stormed from the morgue, not caring to wait for the countdown before barging past the second door and setting off an alarm. He'd slammed the trailer door shut and he strode along until he'd found the most officious looking room and proceeded on in.

"I mean it," he repeats with anger, "you stop what you're doing right now and you leave him alone."

( Colonel Mace bristles and stands up from his desk, he's not used to being challenged. 'Captain, what is the meaning of this!?'  )

Word count for this part: 1057
Word count for the complete story: 3784

Note: This is set in the alternate universe created in the Doctor Who episode 'Turn Left', in the days immediately after the attack of the Racnoss. Character death is a main theme. It'll likely be in either 2 or 3 parts, but I wanted to post what I've got so far to make sure I end up writing the rest - hopefully over the next couple of nights or so.


It's the 27th December 2007 when the phone rings with a call he never wants to receive.

"Captain Harkness?"

"Yes."

"Colonel Mace here, UNIT. We've a matter we need to discuss with you."

Despite his many years of military training, Jack Harkness isn't a man inclined to do as he's told. He doesn't follow orders any more, not from anyone, and certainly not from UNIT. Torchwood One isn't long in the dust and he's still working hard to rebuild and reshape it in the name of a man who deserves it. But even with all that it takes no more than a few short words to take him swiftly from the Torchwood Hub in Cardiff to careering down the motorway in the SUV.

The journey is an unpleasant one; a cold chill runs down his spine as he drives in silence, eyes focussed on the road like a man possessed. The words of the phone conversation echo in his mind.

"I assume you're aware of the incident on Christmas Eve. Intelligence tells us you were associated with the Doctor."

(  The light fades quickly in the cold December afternoon, and the street lights turn orange as they flicker into life against the greying sky. The road ahead is lit by the headlights of the SUV. )

Word count for this part: 1437