A/N: Hello again. I've been absent for a long time, from both writing and uploading but I'm back, at least for a while.
I've decided to move away from my old haunt of Torchwood and Dr Who and move into McFly. I've got no idea how well this is going to go but still, wish me luck, and I hope you enjoy my story, Guardian Angel

NikkieSheepie

Guardian Angel

A Quiet Night Out

Lucy needed some air, she slipped out the back of the club via one of the secondary exits. Not many people knew about this route out of the club which was handy when you needed to leave in a hurry or wanted some air away from the main selection of smokers. Unfortunately, unlike the main entrance, this door led to a dingy alleyway which smelt of piss and rotting rubbish. Lucy rubbed her arms, thinking how stupid she was to go outside without her jacket. 1.30 am on a November night, who'd have thought it would be cold? She hopped up and down on the spot for a few seconds, sucking in a few lungful's of cold air, wincing as she realised that the jumping was also bad idea as her high heels had given her monster blisters.

Gingerly she walked back to the door, Lucy paused as she heard voices coming towards her. Catching the angry tone she decided not to meet the men she could hear leaving the club head on, but slip behind an industrial sized bin for a few minutes until they passed her by.

"…spilling my drink, this suit cost more then you're worth mate"
"You think you're all that, just coz you're in a band…"

"Who'd you think you are bossing us around..?"

"Guys, honestly, I didn't mean it like that."

"Oh really, what did you mean it like then?"

"Can't we just talk about this?"

Lucy poked her head around the side of the bin, three guys where forcing a fourth into the alleyway. 'Typical men, always got to fight things out.' She thought to herself.

"Look, I really don't want any trouble guys. I'll buy you a round of drinks yeah?"

"You really think that's going to fix this?"

"I kinda hoped it would, yeah."

One of the men slammed his fist into the stomach of the man they were confronting, knocking the wind out of him. Moments later his two companions joined in, kicking and punching the man as he fell to the floor. Lucy moved back behind the bin, the last thing she needed was to be caught witnessing the attack, she'd only end up being a victim herself.

A few minutes later and the attack seemed to have stopped, the man groaned quietly while his attackers spoke in whispers, debating what to do next.

"We can't just leave him here, someone'll find him and not many people use that exit. They'll trace us for sure."

"He's right, we gotta hide him."

There was a pause while the three men considered their options. "Help me shift him."

The three men groaned quietly as they strained to move the fourth, a loud thunk followed their efforts then everything fell silent.

Lucy counted to 60 before looking around the side of the bin. Seeing no sign of anyone she stood up and walked down the alley, looking for the man who had been attacked. Unable to see him she moved slowly back towards the club but stopped short as she heard a noise from behind her, only a slight noise but still, there was definitely something…

"Hello?" Lucy said quietly, not wanting to draw the attention of too many people nearby. There was no reply. "Is there someone there?" this time she could have sworn she heard something rustle. Was that a reply? Or a stray cat? Lucy dithered for a moment but jumped out of her skin as a loud bang echoed around the small alley.

"Shit." Lucy panted, her hand on her chest to try and keep her heart from jumping out of her ribcage. Just as she got her breathing under control another bang resounded around the small space. This time Lucy recovered faster, "Hello? Is someone there?" another bang answered her question.