Author: Nemesis, the rogue_planet
Summary: Torchwood Three guards the rifts, but this story is about Martha Jones.
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Spoilers for Utopia/Sound of Drums/Last of the Time Lords
A Yearly Obligation
Prologue: The Photograph
Prologue: The Photograph
Timeline B, July 6th 2008
When the day that Martha Jones saved the world rolled around, Jack bought her a drink. "Better year?"
"Would have to be dead for it not to be." She did the shot Jack had put at her elbow, and then the one in front of him. "Sorry, it's just… Lots of bad memories, bad anniversaries. Two days ago was when I lost my…"
"Your…?" Jack motioned for the bartender and told him, "Leave the bottle."
Martha gave him a half smile. "Companion. I lost my companion, and god, don't I sound like the Doctor?"
"There's no reason you couldn't look up your friend, make up an excuse." He refilled her glass, but not his own. "Unless you were having a torrid affair with one of my team, in which case all you have to do is turn up naked."
"I wasn't the one having the affair. And I can't. Gina fell from the sky."
Jack didn't think she was drunk, not already. "Fell from the sky?"
"Through the rift, at Dårlig Ulv Stranden. She was commander of Torchwood Three in her universe. Had your wrist top and everything." Martha reached out and tapped the mostly useless vortex manipulator on Jack's wrist. "She got stuck here, but she wanted to help me."
"Gina who?" Jack suddenly had a bad feeling, like he didn't want to know the answer. Torchwood Three guarded the rifts, all the rifts, and he'd never heard of Darlig whatever.
"Regina Prentice. Her counterpart is dead and even if she wasn't, it wouldn't be the Gina I knew." Martha slid the tip of her finger around the rim of the shot glass.
"I've never heard of her." It wasn't inconceivable that someone had come through that rift, but something was still wriggling in the back of his brain, telling him to stop asking questions.
"I have a picture." Martha dug into her jacket. "It was taken right before Japan fell, some idiot with a camera. But I kept it and I had it on me when time rewound." She slid the creased photograph across the table.
It was not a stranger's face that Jack saw. No, this woman's face was achingly familiar. He let his finger touch the picture. It couldn't be. There was no way it was-