Many thanx to all the people who have been following my torchwood story the harkness-Harpers.
Many thanx to MyraValhallah for the names of Mercury and Bowie, thankyou for the permission to use the names.
Enjoy. x
Preface.
There was a banging onthe front door of the Figaro's temporary home. There was also shouting and an illuminous glow from the flashlights of the police. For three year old Mercury, this was no drill. Not like she'd practiced. This was real.
Burried in her hugely oversized, 'sex pistols' t-shirt, and own sized leggins, she bolted out of her bedroom and into her mothers arms.
They joined her father, by the door. He was desperatly trying to keep it shut. Her grandfather, was out on a walk and so was either unaware of the situation unfolding or hiding or even worse, he'd been captured.
Suddenly Pop lifted a grate from under their home.
"Come on," he said urgently, "i've found the Heartbreak."
Her mother told her to go first and her father was last, and carried her through the sewers. After what seemed like hours but was probably no longer than a few minutes, Mercury was lifted up into the crisp air of the night.
No sooner had they resurfaced, were they seen.
"Run!" Shouted her mother.
"That way!" Pop added pointing in the direction of the Heartbreak hotel.
Even though she was only young, she'd been born a bohiemian. Born to run. She was much faster than her family for sure.
There was an outcry from her mother who had fallen due to a healing sprained ankle. She and Pop spurred on as her father returned to help her mother.
She and Pop reached the door, and she shot awake.