Thanks for clicking on this my lovely readers! I've been batting around this idea for awhile, and I hope you all enjoy this. Note, that this fic will go to some rather sad places, but also sweet ones as well. So, warning, feels dead ahead. Also note that this is still in the editing process.
Finally, I don't own Doctor Who or Torchwood. Trust me I've checked. Enjoy!
'Where Rene asks nicely, Ianto takes a nap, and Jack is a sweetheart.'
When I was eight, I found out that I was both adopted, and scientifically impossible.
When I was nine, I ran away in search of the truth.
When I was ten, I died, and came back as an adult.
when I was eleven, I decided that rules were stupid, and that by simply existing I broke most of them.
Life has been a game ever since. One that I was eager to cheat at.
0o0o0
I love government organizations. They are so full of themselves, thinking that they can only loose by the hand of an organization bigger than them. Of course they tend not to notice, nor defend against, the one-man space crafts that sail into their weakest points to exploit what they've missed. They are far too high and mighty to worry over such things.
I'm that one-man space craft. My name is Rene, or at least, that's the name I chose, as I could hardly go by my old title after I changed my face, so many years ago. I have chosen to spend my whole life in search of information.
Today I'm searching in Torchwood. Torchwood Three to be precise. The head of which is a mister Captain Jack Harkness, real name unknown. Torchwood is a relatively small organization with no more than five members employed by the company at a time, which makes it quite an oddity when compared to other, larger organizations such as UNIT or MI5.
I had briefly studied the Torchwood crew in some documents pulled from the CIA who kept a surprising amount of intel on the subject. As for why they did, I could hardly guess. Perhaps America was planning to start their own branch? I was keeping an eye on the subject myself. But, anywho, Thier intel had left me with a basic understanding of what I was dealing with, enough to get in, get what I was looking for, then get out.
I arrived at a small, almost dinky looking building, where the entrance to the underground 'hub' was said to be.
My attire consisted of a pair of worn, old jeans with holes in the knees that revealed the neon leggings poking through. I wore a warm violet coat with several buttons and a polar fleece scarf. The coat was more billowy than bulky, but was still large enough to hide my concealed pistol, pocket knife, and a few bits and tricks I had nabbed from my earlier raid through UNIT's storage vaults. My curly brown hair bounced around my shoulders freely, and it well hid my excess of 'emergency bobby pins' that were beneath my locks. I had warm fleece gloves over my hands which held a little secret of their own.
I did my best to look innocent as I knocked on the door of the building. It was six AM and from the research I had done there would only be two people at the organization at this time, Ianto Jones and Captain Jack. The others would show up an hour later at the earliest, so I had to be out before then. Also, I would have to be very careful here if they caught me, they couldn't know that I wasn't fully human. They would consider me alien if they did, then I would be theirs.
A man answered the door, I knew his name to be Ianto. I noted the shape of a gun under his shirt, first line of security it seemed. He wore a smile and had one hand on his wallet as if he were expecting to have to pay for something. Most likely he was expecting a pizza delivery, or whatever takeout humans eat for breakfast.
His smile slipped to confusion when he saw me.
"May I help you?" He asked professionally. He didn't seemed alarmed, and why should he? I appeared to be what in this body? Seventeen at the oldest?
"Are you Mister Ianto Jones?" I asked with a dazzling smile, "my names Rene, I'm very glad to meet you!"
I reached out my gloved hand and he frowned before confusedly shaking it.
"Yes, why...are" He didn't get any further than that before he fell in a heap at my feet, victim to my anesthetic gloves. Satisfied with my work, I stepped around him, closing the door and nabbing a jacket that was hanging off a chair and throwing it over the man like a blanket. I pulled my glove off and slipped it into my pocket before placing my bare fingers to the sleeping mans neck. His pulse was normal for a sleeping human, his breathing was low and steady. He'd be fine in an hour, and from the bags beneath his eyes, a little nap would do him some good. I poked around in his pocket next and managed to find his security pass, which would serve as my ticket in.
Next, I stood and from my pocket I drew my tech scrambler, a little metal pipe that temporarily blocked all internet and broadcasting equitment in the area, making it only assessable with use of a code that could only be given by the tech scrambler itself. I started it up, listening to the satisfying buzz that reverberated from the device. The lights flickered at the invisible pulse. Good, I had control of the system and all communications now. All I needed was a computer with the data I required.
There was a computer in the upper room, but it was unlikely that I would find what I needed there. No, the real info would be below.
I pulled from my hap harzard, always shifting mind, a map of Torchwood that I had studied beforehand. Just an image really, nothing more than a memory, but the map was clear in my head as if I was holding it I front of me.
Next I walked easily for the hub entrance, scanning Ianto's card on the almost hidden scanner on the wall, and sweeping the tech scrambler over it to make it work.
0o0o0
"Eep!" I made a mad dash for what I hoped to be the main room, narrowly escaping what seemed to be a pterodactyl swooping down to eat me. Okay, I was not expecting that one. The CIA didn't know everything apparently...
Soon I reached the main room, breathing somewhat heavily from the shock of nearly being Dino-chow. What I saw in the room didn't calm me down.
Before me I saw the computers, they were quite elaborate and secure looking, and I couldn't wait to crack them. A wild grin spread across my childish features as I bounced for the system. My heartbeats sped, and my hands shook. This could be it. I could finally learn what I was! I could finally figure out who my parents were, where my home planet was and everything else! Maybe I could go home. Whatever information explained my family was wiped from every data base everywhere. But everybody said, if I was looking for sacred information that no one should know, this, Torchwood, was the only place that could have it.
It took a lot of planning, and lying, and cheating, and pain to get here. But hopefully, it would all pay off.
I sat in the computer chair, activating the devices before me with a wave of my Tech Scrambler. The computers zipped to life and I began searching, digging through files and taking care not to disturb any of the systems and programs that were on them, as Torchwood's computer expert, Tosh, had obviously put quite a bit of heart and time into the system. It would be cruel of me to destroy any of it. Cruel was something I strived to never be. Cocky, and annoying sure, but never cruel.
I managed to find a database with every listed alien that Torchwood had happened upon. I typed in some key words first, 'two hearts' 'changing faces' 'natural telepath' 'humanoid' and 'natural hypnotist'. But as my hand hovered over the 'enter' key, I froze. Someone was right behind me and closing in. I could feel it.
Naturally, my instincts threw me off the computer chair. My feet hit the floor and I turned to face a man, taking a calm, ready to run, stance. Captain Jack Harkness stood silently, not moving to draw his gun, but with his hand placed causually over it.
Several emotions danced on his face, a hint of anger, a dash of curiosity, a bit of amusement, and equal parts annoyance and something like shock that I couldn't quite place.
But I could hardly focus on that because he was weird. Something seemed to bend around him and distort his very being in a way that I couldn't describe. He seemed to almost glow with a golden energy, but if I tilted my head correctly, the glow would stop. He felt just so off. Something in my mind whispered 'impossible,' 'dangerous,' and 'absolute.' Something in my mind told me that this strange man was a fact. An unchangable...thing. And his unchangable thingyness was giving me a headache.
"So," the absolute man spoke with a certain charm, "do you want to tell me why you're here before I arrest you?"
My heart sunk, a stabbing pain hit me in the gut, I had failed, and I felt like I was going to cry. But instead I switched into plan B. Asking nicely.
I pressed my hands firmly in my pockets so he couldn't see that they were shaking and I grinned. "Oh," I said happily, "is this your agency? I apologize for the intrusion, have to look up a few things then I'll be right out of your hair, ya? My names Rene by the way! Hello!" I gave him a little wave before turning back to the computer, my long coat dancing about my feet in a flurry. I brought my hand to a rest over my firearm in a way that I'm sure he noticed.
The man raised his brow, I felt his hand on my shoulder as he spun me around to face him, "you sneak into my organization, drug my assistant, hack my computers, than just expect me to let you gather data and run? I don't think so." He glared and I switched into plan C.
The man was immortal, if the records were true. I should simply shoot him and run, he'd be out long enough for me to escape.
However...if I wanted the information, one way or another I would have to stay, as there was no chance in me getting back in after this. Maybe plan C should be to allow him to capture me. But I'd be at the disadvantage of being a prisoner, and therefore not at liberty to demand information. But I might get something.
Maybe I hadn't thought this out all the way.
I needed to know. This was my last chance. I could die here, easily, in the hands of government alien hunters. But I was utterly alone in the universe, I had nearly lost the game. What would it matter if I did die here?
I took a deep breath, "right," I sighed, "I should have expected as much. If it makes any difference, sir, I surender. And ask, as your...prisoner," I chocked on the word , never once had I willingly became someone's prisoner, I didn't like it. "please, I'm asking, give me the information I need." I stared at his energy distorted form, feeling too dizzy to try to hypnotize him into doing what I wanted, and instead boring my blue eyes into his own. I tried to translate my one hundred or so years of life, and pain, and want, and desperation to know who I was into my gaze. I tried to let him know that all I wanted was to learn.
The man sighed, "hand over your weapons and have a seat. I'll help you kid, but only because you remind me of someone."
