This is my first Torchwood fan fic so go easy on me. But I have written Doctor Who fan fics in the past. This is my first Male OC so I'm quite nervous about it. Hope you enjoy it. I'm Australian so I might get a few of the areas wrong.
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood as it is owned by the BBC
Chapter one
The beginning
Darkness had fallen over Cardiff when I had arrived at my flat. Well the police tape that was blocking off the street. My flat was located at the far end of the street away from the world that was called work. "Work" was being a pizza delivery person for a pizza shop near the Millennium Centre. It paid well and I only had to do nights. Anyway I couldn't get to my flat which was a bugger as I needed to get ready for work or faced the prospect of finding another job which wouldn't be pleasant in my current situation.
I saw a policeman on the other side of the tape. He seemed to look bored and like he didn't understand why he was there. This puzzled me; surely the police were the ones who had put the tape up in the first place. I started to grow impatient so I decided to ask him what was going on.
"Hello I'm Peter Clarkson, what's going on?" I asked him
"I wouldn't have a clue, I was just told to stand here" he answered paused then added "You can go through if you like!"
I stared at him, normally when the police investigate they would not let anyone through even if they were living in the street. Oh well you mustn't complain, you have work to go to I thought to myself. I thanked him and ducked under the tape. As I stood upright again I saw that he had disappeared, had I not really seen him or did he duck under the tape like I had done. Either way it seemed strange. I kept walking throwing my keys up in the air. It would have been a weird sight to anyone in my neighbourhood as I normally didn't seem to be happy. I was happy and pretty fucked up for someone who hadn't wasted their life.
Weird huh? But at this rate I felt like nothing was going to come between me and the world that I liked to live in. According to one of my neighbours, I should let someone into the world. I have tried and failed, it seems girls just want arrogant pricks like that man I kept bumping into at the pub. His name was Owen Harper and all the girls seem to want to talk to him once he walked through the door. No, I preferred living in my little world on my own. I never kept to myself though, in case you're wondering.
I kept walking until I reached the end the street and the small flat that I called home. I walked up the steps to the door and was just about to unlock the door when I heard a voice coming from the side street that was opposite to my flat.
"For fuck sake Owen, you couldn't have lost him" the voice sounded Welsh as I had grown accustomed to my neighbours accents for the past year or so.
"Steady on sweetheart, he was just in front of us" said a voice that sounded like a Londoner's accent.
"Excuse me, do you need any help?" I called out to them
The two of them stepped out of the alley and stared at me. The woman had brown hair, seemed short and was wearing a black jacket over a blue t-shirt and black jeans. The man I recognised as Owen Harper with his light brown hair, black leather jacket and his tight pants. They were then joined by a man, who was tall, had black hair and was wearing a dark grey military jacket.
"Owen, Gwen, why have you stopped? Oh hello handsome" he spoke with an American accent
"Hello...um sorry to have disturbed you" I smiled and unlocked the door
"Wait, who let you in?" the woman asked
I stopped and looked at her. Like she wouldn't have known that there was a policeman guarding the tape. I sighed, "The policeman that was guarding the tape"
Owen and the woman ran off towards the direction of the tape while the man just stood there.
"So what did the man look like?" he began but I was already in the door. I decided to call in sick as I knew that he would be waiting for me or at least that man would be. So I had a quiet night and tried not to think about what happened just a few minutes ago.