The day was slow. Literally nothing had been happening. Gwen had even gone home to take care of Rhys and Anwen. Toshiko had devolved to watching cat videos, Owen had fallen asleep on the med-bay table, and Jack and Ianto had disappeared hours ago to get pizza. All in all, a very boring day for the Torchwood team. Or so they thought.

"Rift activity!" Tosh yelled from her computer, "And lot's of it!"

Owen snapped awake and almost fell off the table in surprise. "Where's Jack?" he called before yawning.

"I'm texting him the coordinates," Toshiko cried, her phone already in her hand as she rushed about, gathering her coat and the keys. "Hurry Owen! And text Gwen, we're going to need her."

Owen stumbled up the stairs after her. "Was it that big?" he asked.

Tosh turned, looking him dead in the eye, "Bigger."

The pair ran. They sprinted until they were out of breath and opening car doors. Owen in driver seat and Tosh in passenger. "It's getting bigger!" she exclaimed, "We need to get there before the government."

"Agreed," Owen replied, "Will they notice it?"

"It's going to cause power outages through all of Cardiff," Tosh cried, "Oh course they're going to bloody notice it! Now drive!"

Owen floored it and the car raced out of the garage and towards the edge of the city where there seemed to be a severe electrical storm brewing. The air crackled as a hole was punched through time and the universe folded in itself. Through all of it fell a bright light.

A little girl in her bedroom, not knowing much about the universe looked out the window of the little flat she shared with her mother. "Mommy?" she asked, "Is that a falling angel?" That's what she thought.

Her mother reassured her that no, it was just a piece of rock that had fallen from space. That's all it could possibly be. Then she went back to trying to fix the lights as adults will do.

The little girl turned and looked back out the window. If it was a meteor, then it was a shooting star. And everyone knows that shooting stars grant wishes. She shut her eyes, she held her breath, and wished for her guardian angel.

Tosh and Owen pulled up to the supposed meteors crater. Inside was a ship but the metal was so twisted that it would be impossible for anything to survive. They descended into the smoldering earth as a second car pulled up followed quickly by a third. Out of the first climbed Jack and Ianto, who had never gotten the pizza, out of the second climbed Gwen who left her husband in the car to care for their daughter. They all stood at the edge as Owen peered into the wreckage, expecting to see a shredded body of any sort.

"It's empty!" he called, looking back at the three, "Someone should look around for the driver."

Gwen disappeared instantly, quickly followed by the others. Tosh stayed, examining the ship for any sign of anything. Owen stayed with her.

The craft was small, built for short distances and extreme pressure. If it hadn't been for the rift, whoever was driving would've easily survived the crash. Unfortunately, it was all but ripped in half. The entire thing was held together by only three wires.

Gwen, Ianto, and Jack fanned out, searching for a dead body. They searched all around the trees, errand bushes, anywhere. In the end, it was Gwen who screamed.

The girl looked so human. Her hair had burned away from every inch of her body and so had most of her clothes. Every bone seemed to be broken, even her head twisted at an odd angle. The most horrific part of the scene, everyone simultaneously agreed without a single word spoken. The most horrific part was her wings. They were half feathered, gold and chocolate that had been blackened and burned. They spread out behind her and twisted at the most gut wrenching angles.

It wasn't until he saw the incredibly slight rise and fall of her shredded chest, that Jack leaned down to make sure she was alive. Her heartbeat was almost nonexistent and each breath came with an awful gurgling, but she was there. Somehow, the angel had survived.

So... Yeah. I'm not sure if I'm going to continue this story. It mostly depends on the response I get from the people of the interwebs. I hope you liked it and I have a lot more planned.