It's not even Father's Day
Jack should've known, really. The universe--any universe, for that matter--surely wouldn't allow him to be happy or content for any decent length of time. Gods and other assorted dieties forbid. But things had been going so well for him that he doesn't immediately get that sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach when his walk along the beach is sidetracked by the thump of a period military boot against cardboard.
More fool, him.
He drops to his knees and starts brushing sand away, revealing a perfectly nondescript lid to a file folder, the same kinds of boxes Torchwood always uses to store their files. The sand is loose around it, more heaped up than buried, and it doesn't take him long to unearth the whole ting--and discover that it is a Torchwood box. Even the familiar logo on the side doesn't fill him with dread, simply curiosity as he sits back, box at his side, and opens the lid.
On top are a few bright, colourful drawings, clearly done by a child. His breath catches as he reads the labels beneath the drawn figures on one of the drawings. 'Me' 'Mom' and 'Uncle Jack'. And 'Uncle Jack' is wearing a very familiar coat. He carefully sets the drawings aside, heart beating a little faster, and digs into the box again, finding photos, postcards, a tied stack of letters. He isn't surprised to recognise the people in the photos. Everything in the box is familiar, all of the things he'd saved and kept hidden in his private quarters in the Hub. Everything to do with Alice and Steven.
He reads through some of the letters, some of the postcards, and he's smiling by the time he finishes reading a story Steven wrote for him. The smile is still there as he glances into the box and notices an official Torchwood file. He's never read through the entire file on Alice and Steven, though he's had to update it himself several times, through the years. He flips to the end, to catch up on the most recent entry--and freezes, going very pale.
[Time Agent traumatised on the beach! Spoilers for Torchwood: Children of Earth will be unavoidable in the threads.]
More fool, him.
He drops to his knees and starts brushing sand away, revealing a perfectly nondescript lid to a file folder, the same kinds of boxes Torchwood always uses to store their files. The sand is loose around it, more heaped up than buried, and it doesn't take him long to unearth the whole ting--and discover that it is a Torchwood box. Even the familiar logo on the side doesn't fill him with dread, simply curiosity as he sits back, box at his side, and opens the lid.
On top are a few bright, colourful drawings, clearly done by a child. His breath catches as he reads the labels beneath the drawn figures on one of the drawings. 'Me' 'Mom' and 'Uncle Jack'. And 'Uncle Jack' is wearing a very familiar coat. He carefully sets the drawings aside, heart beating a little faster, and digs into the box again, finding photos, postcards, a tied stack of letters. He isn't surprised to recognise the people in the photos. Everything in the box is familiar, all of the things he'd saved and kept hidden in his private quarters in the Hub. Everything to do with Alice and Steven.
He reads through some of the letters, some of the postcards, and he's smiling by the time he finishes reading a story Steven wrote for him. The smile is still there as he glances into the box and notices an official Torchwood file. He's never read through the entire file on Alice and Steven, though he's had to update it himself several times, through the years. He flips to the end, to catch up on the most recent entry--and freezes, going very pale.
[Time Agent traumatised on the beach! Spoilers for Torchwood: Children of Earth will be unavoidable in the threads.]