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I know you left, before the last plague.

Just let me know if you come back, all right? When you come back. You don't even have to let me know beforehand, you can just stop by. Like you do.

Written for draegonhawke, for the prompt "xenophilia".

Suzie is harder and colder than Tosh remembers her, and she can't decide if that's the lingering after-effects of death, or if she was always this way, if Tosh just failed to see...

She tries not to look at her, but it's not easy with Suzie just over her shoulder, with no one else in the Hub. It's so quiet she can hear Suzie breathing, and she's inexplicably bothered by that. Maybe it's just that she's not supposed to be breathing at all.

( Your skin has bruised through moving days; glue is peeling back away, curling, cracking, painted... )

Word Count: 644

justprompts: Shock

The phone rang at 4:30 AM, which wasn't entirely unusual. Torchwood meant being on call at all hours, a fact Tosh had resigned herself to years ago, so she barely groaned as she cracked her eyes open and reached for the phone she kept on the nightstand while she slept.

"What is it?" she said, without checking to make sure it was Jack. Few enough people called her anyway, and Jack was the only one who ever did at this time of the morning. She didn't quite manage to keep the grogginess from her voice, but came respectably close.

( The sky looks pissed, the wind talks back... )

Muse: Toshiko Sato
Word Count: 726

I don't suppose you're free any time in the next day or two? I could use a drink. Or ten.

A LOLCAT?

Current Total: 48
Last Updated: August 8, 2009

( I'm just a stranger, even to myself... )

Revan is apparently back from wherever she was. I just thought I should let you know in case she hadn't thought to inform you.

[Backdated to the night of the Kashtta attack]

They're alright. Everyone in Torchwood's alright. A few relatively minor injuries, that's all.

[Locked to Gwen]
I understand if you don't want to speak to me much, but are Owen and Daniel alright?

---

[Locked to Jack]
I'm sorry.

sent via text to Jack's wrist device, laptop, and psychic journal

Jack? We sort of left the hotel. Just now. Romana woke up and attacked the Doctor, and he wasn't hurt, but he thought we should leave before she actually did anything to us. We're in the park now - Gwen and Sam are trying to decide where we're going.

I just... thought you should know.

- Tosh

Gwen? I need to talk to you. Where are you right now?

Sam? A man named Marshall Flinkman just came through the Rift. He used to be the head op-technician for an agency masquerading as the CIA in his universe... I'm not entirely clear on that part, but if you're still looking for some tech support, you should talk to him. You could really use him.

Ianto, could you get Penny Widmore a very large map of the city and a good supply of push pins? It's low tech, but it works, so...

CCTV in Chicago isn't nearly as extensive as it is in Cardiff, but I've managed to piece together a little - they do have surveillance systems all along the pier, thankfully.

I had to track him backwards from the time he attacked Ianto - which is the only time he actually looked like himself, as far as I can tell. He shifts his appearance frequently, and a lot of the time he did look like Jack. The clothes don't change at all, so that's something.

He arrived on the pier around 4PM, and mostly wandered about changing his appearance until he ran into Ianto. Ianto left, and Ms. Vassey arrived not long after. She spoke to him for a while, probably thinking he was Jack, and left with him, in the direction of the park. There's CCTV there, but not everywhere, and they were apparently in one of the blind spots.

What's more worrying is that I checked the security camera from the lobby of the Conrad, and Ms. Vassey - or at least someone who looks like Ms. Vassey - has been in the hotel and the basement since she died. The last time she was seen in the lobby was moving from the basement to the secondary quarantine, which means that either he's still in the hotel with a different appearance, or he left the same way.

Jack, Sam, I'm sending the security footage to your laptop.

help pls basement lobby w/Romana

I'm sorry.

Jack:

I left the reports you asked for - as well as a map of the hotel with marked indications of which walls you can and cannot knock down - under your door.

If you need me for anything, I'll have my phone with me.