This mini-chapter fic was brought on by my obsession with the Discovery Health Channel. There was a segment on people who were their own twin. A good reference for anything mentioned in the story is the wikipedia website.
I own nothing and don't claim to. This just seemed like something that would be fun to write and put these, already created, characters through.
This is a "Torchwood" story.
Special guest star H.G. Wells /yes the author/
Special guest appearances by Doctor Who six and his current companion Peri.
This story takes place in the "Torchwood" timeline after that tie-in "Doctor Who" episode – "Journey's End"
For the chronology involving the sixth Doctor and Peri; this story takes place after "Timelash", where H.G. Wells makes a guest appearance. If the writers of the franchise can use a real person, then I can too. /Actually this just seemed to fit, but I have no money and make nothing from this, so if you want to sue, there isn't much to take./
Worth Every Second
"Sometimes I wonder why they still allow you to fly this thing." Peri complained after the TARDIS came to a crashing halt, somewhere.
"I already told you I didn't pass the driver's test." The Doctor said, standing himself up and brushing his psychedelic coat off, knocking off his latest cat pin. "Besides, I wasn't the one driving this time. Someone or something took control while we were in mid-flight."
The Doctor walked over to the control console of his TARDIS and looked at the readings. He was rather engrossed, so when he felt someone behind him, he actually jumped. "Herbert, do you mind not standing directly behind me?" The Doctor asked.
"Does this mean you haven't taken me back home yet Doctor?" The man known as Herbert Wells asked.
"I don't know." The Doctor said in a puzzling tone. He pushed the eager young man out of the way and walked around to the opposite side of the TARDIS and looked at a readout, pushed a button, and a picture popped up on the screen.
"Doctor, that's not Scotland." Peri stated.
"You're right my dear, it's Cardiff." The Doctor smiled, looking at his companions. "Early twenty-first century, if memory serves."
He walked over to the navigation console again and tried to start the ship up. After a second it sputtered to life, then promptly died.
"Doctor…?" Peri began in a whining tone. The Doctor stuck his hand up and silenced her.
"We're fine Peri. She's just a little energy drained and will probably be okay in a day or so." The Doctor lowered the level of the lights in the console room, then throughout the ship.
"Does that mean we can explore?" Herbert asked, hopes soaring through the roof.
"Now you listen to me Mr. Wells." The Doctor said, getting into the young man's face. "You've seen more than enough to keep you occupied for the next few decades. I don't want you wandering around out there."
Herbert's face fell and he stalked off toward the food pantry.
"Why couldn't we let him out, all we have to do is put a leash on him." Peri suggested, with a small amount of sarcasm.
The Doctor clapped his hands and looked at the girl. "What a good idea. How about we put one on you too?"
"Funny Doctor, real funny." Peri said, following in Herbert's wake.
/GG/
Gwen Cooper pushed the door to her flat open and all but fell inside from pure exhaustion. Working for the police department had been one thing, but working for Torchwood had all but drained her life force.
It was barely two in the morning when she shut the door to her home, then closed her eyes and shuffled to her bed, where Rhys was sure to be sleeping. Gwen didn't even bother taking her clothes off as she entered the bedroom; she was too tired. Opening her eyes would have been a good idea though, since she tripped over a discarded shoe and crashed onto the floor.
"Bollocks!" She whispered harshly. She was now completely awake and knew it would be a few hours before she would succumb to sleep. "Just enough time to get ten minutes in before Jack calls and demands my attention," she thought.
She reached over and grabbed the offending shoe and looked at it. It was hers of course; she must have slipped it off and kicked it forward without realizing it.
"One of these days Gwen, you'll be able to kick your shoes backward and not forward." She used her hands and pushed herself up, then trudged back into the other room, where she turned on the telly and watched the news.
"Local authorities are on the lookout for an unknown creature…" The news anchor was saying.
"Of course, why not." Gwen said, yawning and curling up on the sofa with a blanket.
"The creature has been identified as large, and mammalian, with…is this right?" The news anchor turned his head and looked off camera. "With the tail of a scorpion, or the like."
"Great, we've got beasts roaming Cardiff." Gwen said, on the verge of falling asleep. "Have Jack sick the Weevils on them."
Gwen was asleep before the news anchor started the next segment.
/GG/
Hermione Blackstone walked out of her office and started toward her car sometime around three-thirty. No one ever said Ms. Blackstone wasn't efficient and ruthless. She worked long hours, made bank and made her coworkers completely miserable. She was a tyrant.
She had just spent the day firing three people and causing four small businesses to tank because they couldn't keep up with their loans. She didn't care; you didn't take a loan from her institute if you couldn't pay it back. There was no grace period and there was no room for a free ride.
As she left the building and made for her car port, she put her work behind her and did a complete one-eighty in personality. Hermione Blackstone the finance office was different than Hermione Blackstone the human being. She took out her IPOD and started listening to eighties American music.
"Girls, they wanna have fun!" She sang at the top of her lungs. She reached for her keys at about the same time she felt eyes on the back of her neck.
It took moments for Hermione to turn around and see the figure standing behind her. Her eyes widened as she tried to see who was following her.
"Corbin?" She asked, finding her keys in her pocket. The figure made no sound, but moved stealthily forward and had her hands behind her back and her mouth covered before she could utter another word. "Mfp." She managed to get out as the figure pushed her to the ground.
She looked at the face of the figure and realized it wasn't Corbin, in fact it didn't even look like a man. Some woman was going to murder her!
Hermione struggled against the strength of whoever her attacker was, but it was no good. Her hands were fastened above here head with an unknown device and her mouth was soon covered with some sort of adhesive material.
Tears started to leak out of her eyes as she prayed to change her work habits and become more accommodating to her customers in the future. Then the shock came. The girl who was attacking her started to fuck her like a common rapist.
She could feel a pulsating organ inside of her, thrusting into her very core. How was a girl raping her? It just wasn't possible. Hermione knew the difference between a real dick and a pleasure toy; she'd had both in the past. Girls didn't possess male organs.
Moaning in terror was soon overshot by the feeling of seed being forced into her. Hermione turned her head, trying to keep from vomiting. She glanced at the eyes of the girl who just had her way with her, then she closed her eyes, letting her mind go blank.
/GG/
Herbert snuck into the console room and pressed the button he'd seen the Doctor use to open the doors of his time ship. He wasn't about to let an experience like this be stopped because the Doctor was a stick in the mud.
He grimaced at the amount of noise the doors made as they opened to the outside world. It took mere moments for him to be peaking his head outside the door; looking for anything interesting.
It was dark and looked almost like a cave, but that was more than enough for Herbert to become rather excited. He left a note on the console and ran out the door, making sure to shut it behind him.
He walked around the outside of the TARDIS and saw the outside world. He couldn't see stars, but he could see the moon setting in the west, so this was clearly Earth. Herbert took one more stride, then stopped. There was a noise coming from the inside of the cave.
Slowly, Herbert made his way to the front of the TARDIS and stopped. He tried to see what was further in the cave, but realized it was too dark. He started to pad his way forward, giving his eyes ample time to adjust to the darkness.
He saw something that resembled a motor car off to the side, but it was the mound in front of the car that caught his eye. He ran forward and knelt down next to the woman, who was missing her clothing from the waist down.
Herbert ducked his eyes in embarrassment; then started to bring his head around again. He noticed she was breathing, and being the gentleman his parents raised, he couldn't very well leave her.
He took off his jacket and covered her nether regions and was just about to pick her up and take her to the TARDIS when he heard another movement behind him.
"Oy, you lot!" He heard shouted in his general direction.
"I say, good man, could you please assist me." Herbert called; glad someone had come along and could help. He heard movement behind him and saw the man out of the corner of his eye.
"What kind of game are you playing?" The man asked in alarm. "You're under arrest." The man grabbed hold of Herbert's hands and put him in cuffs. He then took out his mobile and made a quick call to the police department.
"Got a man here with a woman whose been knocked out by the look of it." The officer said.
"Wait a minute. I didn't do anything. I found her." Herbert said; worry starting to cloud his mind.
"Tell it to the judge." The officer said, leading Herbert back out to his police car so he could flag down the ambulance.