Disclaimer – I own nothing. Takes place during Torchwood 2x01, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang. Just before Heroes season 2.
John meandered off into the darkness. He didn't want to hear the ridiculous gushing covering an obviously failing relationship, and was sure those big eyes would be even more beautiful wide with fear when he crept up behind her. To amuse himself during the wait he continued to loot through the storage bins, finding nothing but trash and pirate tech, 21st century rubbish. God, he loathed this century, it was so…tacky. Listlessly he hauled open another door and gave the inside a careless glance, then a second, more intent look.
Well, that was different. He stilled, eyes avariciously tracking the lithe body, lingering hungrily on lean muscle, pausing at the new age tat around his neck, and finally alighting on the silver cuffs with a delighted grin.
"Looks like someone's done all the work for me, mate." He muttered to himself, checking the locker number. The hasty scrawl on the box told he had two days before this treasure was off to the emerald isle, plenty of time for his fun. After a last lingering look at the pretty present he wandered back to the girl. He'd go get his prize, and after that he'd have himself a little celebration.