Title: Hate Time
By: Craig
Pairing: OMC/OMC, this story mostly gen
Series: 1) Heat and Steam
Rating: PG
Summary: Who is killing the offspring of human/alien relationships in early twenty first century Cardiff, and why?
Disclaimer: Russell T. Davies and the BBC own Torchwood and the Sarah Jane Adventures. I just write nonprofit fanfic set in that universe.

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As Cam closed on the figure, he was unaware of the other intruder behind him, until there was a highpitched screech and scream. He turned to see an ashen
faced teenager holding what looked like a sonic screwdriver: "Luke? Luke Smith? Cam. Cameron Grant, from Torchwood. It's okay. I think you
caught the last of those bastards."

"I...I didn't mean to...he...he was going to kill you..."

"I know you didn't. It's never very easy to take a sentient life. As a mutual friend often says, no-one else dies today..." There was a glint of moisture in his eyes as Jack and Martha helped Sarah Jane toward her errant son:

"He'll be okay, Ms Smith. He's been through a lot, though. Lost innocence always does that."

Impulsively, Sarah Jane hugged Cam: "Thank you, Cam. I know what that must have cost you. Your daughter and husband would be so proud of you, carrying on after that loss."

"I promised the Doctor I'd take care of you."

"Yes, but who takes care of you?"

"That'd be me, Aunt Sarah."

"Goodness. Is that young Rex? I used to change your nappies when you were a baby back at UNIT, and now look at you. All grown and with a man of your own."

"It's good to see you again, Sarah."

"Give my love to Mickey the next time you see him, Martha."

Jack turned and faced the others: "According to Ianto, the temporal anomalies have abruptly ceased. Whatever caused this orgy of senseless violence has been and gone."

"That can't be all that there is to this. What, we don't even get a cause? A responsible party?" Martha exclaimed.

"There's something else. It's starting to look like this was a diversion. The Ministry of Paranormal and Hostile Extraterrestrial Affairs came under attack just a few minutes again. And get this- there are no recorded time fluxes in the area."

"Who the hell could do all this?" Cam mused.

In a darkened room, a sinister young man templed his hands and smiled to himself, as a glowing, elaborate tracery of light and sound emerged from his head...

THE END