Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 4195
Charcters/Pairings: Jack Harkness, Other Character(s)
Author's Summary: Jack has a long memory. And there will always be a member of Torchwood who can't leave well enough alone.
I picked this story partly because I wanted to rec at least one author that had never been recced on Calufrax before, and I wanted at least one Torchwood fic. Mostly, though, I picked it because it's so wonderfully true to the subject matter. It's about another Torchwood Cardiff team, some unspecified number of years in the future. The author does a does a good job of portraying each of the members of the team as individuals, and also their dynamic together. They feel like a family, much like the current team.
This story is jossed by CoE, but not in any way that matters to the larger point of the story. I like the reflection on Jack, on Torchwood, and on the way that nothing ever really changes, even when everything does.
"I've been working here for a long time, yes," he says, and laughs a bit to himself. "A very long time."
There isn't much Anna can think of to say to that, other than the obvious question of how long. But as she knows from the rest of the team that asking such questions of their esteemed leader is a futile endeavor, she does not ask it. "Raff got a call about a Weevil," she says instead.
"Persistent, aren't they?" Jack responds. "Just when you think you've got them contained, there's always another one." He flashes Anna one last grin, and then walks up the stairs, presumably to inquire further about the Weevil.
Anna almost follows, but curiousity leads her to inspect the names on the drawers that the Captain was leaning on. 'Costello, Suzie' means nothing to her, though she recognises 'Sato, Toshiko' as the name behind the original translation programs. 'Jones, Ianto' rings a bell as well, though she can't place it. She wonders if she should know these things. She wonders if anyone above knows anything, or if they're all doomed to wondering who exactly this masked man is.