Articles The Time Machination by Sharon Robertson Case File #3

*Side Note.Since I have never come across or read this particular story, everything is of my own writing using the Tardis Data Core info on this particular story as a reference guide.*

Subjects of this particular file are as follows:

* 10th Doctor incarnation. along with his 4th and 6th versions.

* Writer H.G. Wells

* Eliza Cooper & Robert Lewis (agents of Torchwood)

*Jonathan Smith (51st century time traveller & enemy of the doctor)

Details...

London 1889

This Case file details the encounters of the renowned author H.G. Wells with the Subject known only as The Doctor. On one previous occasion the man became a companion for a time with said subject.

According to the files that particular version was the Doctor's 6th incarnation and his then current companion of the time. Torchwood agents while interrogating Mr Wells before releasing him back into society and home found that on this occasion, he had helped the Doctor prevail against two alien adversaries known only as: Morlox & Borad. Both of these species are as yet unknown to Torchwood at the present time.

It would also come to the attention of the Torchwood institute that two other incarnations of the Doctor would appear during this time period. One being the 10th and his current companion, one Rose Tyler who both encountered the monarch Queen Victoria saving her 10 years previous to this date from a werewolf causing the Queen to create the Torchwood Institute. During this time this particular incarnation was looking to refuel his time travel machine that he refers to as the Tardis in such a way so as not to attract the attention of Torchwood or any of our agents that may have been in that area due to the fact that he was unable to achieve his goal of refuelling at the Rift in the centre of Cardiff here on planet Earth since it is one of our main Hubs of the organization.

Our agents at the time, one Eliza Cooper and Robert Lewis were in fact in the area at the time and detected chronal energy and followed it to its focal point there they would fail in their task of capturing the Doctor or his TARDIS and instead capture a man known as Jonathan Smith. It would turn out that this man was responsible for the chronal energy discharges that would enable our agents to track him to his point of origin which just happened to coincide with where the subject known as the Doctor was currently situated. It is unfortunate that the Doctor was able to refuel and leave the area before he was captured.

Jonathan Smith on the other hand was shot and stunned by agents and then taken to be interrogated at the West Indian docks of London. They would learn only that this man was also a time traveller and the Doctor's enemy before he would disappear from the base never to be seen or heard from again. Torchwood and its agents continually defend the planet from any alien incursions that may arise while trying to track down the subject for capture and interrogation.

As for the author H.G Wells, he would notify our agents that he would re - encounter the 10th Doctor while on his way home from being released from their base. The subject it seems encouraged the man to continue his penmanship of his future stories such as The War of the Worlds he would not only write but come to publish later in his life. It also came to us from him of his only other encounter with the Doctor this time in his 4th incarnation along with the current companion of the time a most unusual woman called Leela of the Savateem.  Apparently seeing this version of the man arrive would give the writer all he required to write the book he would publish later entitled The Time Machine.

It is most unfortunate that at the present time we are unable to provide photographic images of all subjects within this case file but should any appear at a later date it will of course be added to the case file.

Case File Closed

Articles Time Agency, John Hart and Con Artist (History Tends to Repeat Itself) Part 2

So The Time Agency, it didn't live up to its expectations as people first thought it would. Lot of feud behind it and it was standing on unsteady grounds. Quite a bit happened behind the scenes they didn't let on about, which ten out of ten we needed to know. They sent us on all sorts of mission all over time, some dangerous some not so dangerous. You had to deliver the goods in the end or else you never got your bounty or what you were entitled to. You needed to work your way up the ranks, be top dog or they would just cross you off. I know that now, looking back on it all, but I was young, didn't listen and just went my own way. Actually nothing has really changed in that department. I still look good, a little more experienced, only a grey hair that bugs me! I don't really listen; I'd pay attention if I thought it was worth the time. Go in places guns blazing – not waving. It's my way, or no way so take the high way - as the saying goes.

Sometimes you worked in pairs and the Agency always had a habit – a good habit at that – of pairing yours truly with a certain John Hart, or John Hart with yours truly – me. We had been good partners in every way you can think of so that meant good for business, oh yes, need I say more? If I have to be honest with myself and that is the only person I am honest with, John was my type of guy. He wasn't afraid to flirt (a lot!) or say what he thought. We were both from the fifty first century, we had similar views (at the time) and generally an awful lot in common – back then, which I liked.

We started to do a lot more together, mixing both business with pleasure. In fact, it's safe to say we went out of control. Great sex, drink more than your average, more sex, con someone, celebrate after with the winning, get stuck in a Time Loop! Ah, I'm glad we've come to that. We spent what we thought was five years in a Time Loop, which turned out to be just only two weeks. It was the longest two weeks of my life and for the record John made a fantastic, fantastic, fantastic wife.

Meeting Captain John Hart was a bonus that leads to lust, that lead to disaster, because I had met my match. I put trust into John that I never have dared to, with anyone else before or after. I told him what I was looking to achieve with finding my brother Gray. He told me he would help and he did for a while, but he was committed into an alcohol rehab and I didn't hang around much after that for him to finish the therapy. Oh and I'm so glad I didn't, he went onto a further rehab for sex, drugs and murder! We made quite a team to begin with, but we just drifted apart, we never stayed in touch, but one thing is for sure, he didn't stop trying to find my brother. He got his hands on Gray first. More about that later.

My patience was wearing very thin with the Agency by now, they weren't feeding me missions as they used to and I found out they took two years of my memory. Two years! Ridiculous! I could have done anything and when I say anything, I mean anything! I left the Agency shortly after, if not immediately after I found out about the two years and became a rogue Time Agent, a Time Traveller, a con artist! To that day till this I never found out what I did in those missing years. I can think about it, but nothing comes back to me. I hope one day I will find out.

Not giving up searching, but putting my primary motives to the side for a while, I started to have a lot more fun along the way. I got my hands on a beautiful Chula Warship from a very gorgeous lady; I can't remember her name now. I took the ship out on a test drive and like I told her I’d be back in five minutes – heck, what she didn't know was that she'd be waiting for a very long time.

During my late twenties and early thirties, I made numerous short trips back and forth through time and space, most to World War II or Pompeii. For a self-cleaning con man, those two times eras were brilliant for the way I dealt with things. Don't forget to set your alarm clock for Volcano day. I picked up almost every good, bad and the ugly habits and tricks in the trade as I went along, becoming a confident con man and even though I say so myself, I was rather good at it.

My con being – find some harmless, useless pieces of space junk, which I would catapult through time and space. At this time I was still fuming with The Time Agency so I targeted people working for them, or who I thought was working for them. I let the nearest Time Agent track the junk back to Earth to some turbulent time period – hence World War II and Pompeii. Once it had got some travellers' attention, I would tell them that it was valuable rare warship and offer to sell them the location. I convince them it's valuable, let them name the right price. When they've put at least fifty percent up front, I would always make sure that the unlucky punter turned up too late, so that the junk would be destroyed forever buried beneath volcanic ash or blown up by Nazi bombs.

So basically I was performing various scams using my knowledge of future and past events, such as demanding money for items that I knew would be destroyed before the buyer could see it. Finding pieces of space junk and directing them to soon-to-be disaster sites, I would sell them to passers-by, then allow the items to get destroyed before the buyers could pick up their merchandise. The punter never got to see what they paid for, never knew they've been had. I would then buy them a drink, with their own money and discuss dumb luck. The perfect self-cleaning con! After I would pocket the rest of the money and leave them behind and strike it off as another successful days work.

I told you before; I did things I'm far from proud of.

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Articles Captain Jack's Journal - History Tends to Repeat Itself: Childhood

"Who are you?"

"Captain Jack Harkness"

Well that's the thing, I don't know who I am, not exactly. It's been too long and if I did, something's are best kept out of the picture. The real Jack Harkness was a young and very /hot/ American Volunteer Group Captain serving in the Famous 133 Eagle Squadron. He died during a routine training excise in Cardiff, where he and his men, were taken by surprise by two formations of Messerschmitt. His plane had caught fire and got brought down; his men heard his screams over the radio and couldn't do anything for him. His body went missing, failing to report for duty the next day, presumed dead – no records. I took them, along with his identity. I start by introducing this man because, even though he doesn't know it, from the moment I took his name, he changed my life and I just hope wherever he is, I do him proud.

Real Jack Harkness - 1941, Kiss The Boys Goodbye - day before he died.

Raise your glasses

Toast: Captain Jack Harkness

Killed in Action: 21st January 1941.

Let me re-wind or fast-forward, however way you look at it, to the fifty first century, where it all started. I was born and raised from a place called Boeshane Peninsula, one of Earth's colony worlds. It was a total different place growing up, but for me it's what I call home and never knew anything else. I always say the twenty first century is when everything changes; I said the same thing about the twentieth and again in the nineteenth and also the eighteenth, but it's not until the fifty first people start living a little. I grew up in an environment where sex wasn't an issue, any gender, any species. Mankind finally found their feet, expanding towards the skies and taking a giant leap towards the stars, space, the universe and time travel. So many species, so little time. Answer me this, what else are you expected to do? Neil Armstrong eat your heart out, actually don't, too hidden myth with Mary, I always got a little worried when Greeks start Bearing Gifts.

Boeshane Peninsula was a sandy area, beaches that stretch for miles and blue sea as far as the horizon. It was a truly beautiful place, a real breath of fresh air and a pleasure to be part of, but it could turn incredibly boring in a blink of an eye. I was the adventurous type, something never changes, but the mischief and pulling pranks that I was well known for in the area didn't always go according to plan. I could be very persuasive at times, get what I want if you know what I mean. It was a small community, just a few hundred of us, most often than not, I would be found playing catch or cricket with my brother Gray down on one of the beaches. My Dad would join in when he had time and we would often play, way into the night. When the evening came, it was straight back home to watch the sun set around a campfire with Mum and sing a song or two. Mum and Dad were good people, and my brother didn't always hate me. You might think to yourself, if it was such an awesome place then why don't I talk about it more? Why should I? I don't like talking about my past, never have, never will, because yes, some of the things I've done, I'm ashamed to admit, but we have all made mistakes. I have only decided to write this because I'm –god forbid me to say- getting old and I want to get things down on paper just in case my memory fails. These are my memories, not yours and not all of them were this good either, as you'll find out.

From an early age, as far back as I can remember the people of the Peninsula, including my family were always living in fear of war and invasion from The Worst Creatures Imaginable. Yes capital letters, my alias for them. Take your deepest fear, your worst nightmare and your arch enemy all rolled into one and triple it. Now I might be over exaggerating that, just the tiniest bit, considering the things I've been up against since, but I was only a small boy back then, when they attacked remember? They were like the monster at the bottom of my bed and you never knew when they would strike. It was kinda similar to 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf' towards the end and we all know what happens to the boy when eventually The Big Bad Wolf comes, nobody listens, right? Well, we had gotten fed up of the calls, the constant threats lingering, always getting ready for battle when we got the word and nothing came off it. So one day, we ignore them and they hit. They hit us hard, we hadn't been ready, I wouldn't want anyone to go through, what I went through that day.

My Father told me to take Gray and run, while he went and fought. What did I do? Act stubborn, loose precious time by protesting that I wanted to go with my Father too. We had been trained all our lives for this day, I wasn't going to sit back and do nothing, but my Father wouldn't have any of it, so in the end I gave in… took Gray's hand… and ran… I ran for my life, I ran for my brother's life, just ran, so fast, never looking back, daring not to look. I dug in scared, burrowed myself into a base of a tree and waited for the creatures to pass over. I thought my brother was behind me. It could only have been minutes or hours but to me, it felt like eternity before the creatures left. I ran all the way back home, through a blood bath of bodies, with no sign of Gray. Deep down, I was hoping he'd find his way back eventually. At the foot of our home, I found my Father, covered in blood, lying still on the floor, my Mother- devastated. Do I blame myself? Of course I blame myself, not for the creatures hitting, for what happened to Gray. I had been responsible for my brother that day, I should have done more and I let go of his hand. This was the day my idyllic teen childhood got shattered to pieces and as remained and always will remain The Worse Day of my Life. Now do you understand why I don't talk about it?

They started to recruit more people to join up to fight against 'The Worse Creatures Imaginable', fearing another attack - so me being me, I persuaded my best friend to join up with me, for a bit of an adventure and I got more then I bargained for. I went to war shortly after that with my friend and we both got caught crossing enemy boarder lines which resulted in, my best friend getting tortured and killed right before my eyes because he was weaker then I was. They let me go, just like that. It was horrible.

Things became clearer in my head after that, I had to find Gray, no - I needed to find Gray, hoping he would be alive when I got there. Wherever there was. My brother's disappearance was a turning point in my life, everything I did in the next few years was spent looking for him, believe it or not. I became the first one ever to receive a Vortex Manipulator from the Time Agency to widen my search for him. Besides, becoming a Time Agent was a must at the time, going on mission generally kicking ass across the universe. I just had to try it. I became a poster boy for them later. Just imagine the words /mine is bigger than yours/ the thumbs up and wink, wink, you can trust me on this, sort of thing going on. (Sorry Pete Tyler!) This advertising automatically prompted me to enter the Rear of the Year and 5094 was my year.

Face of Boe, is what people called me, they were all so proud.