Author's note;

I don't own any of the characters from Torchwood. I am not doing this for you, I am doing this for me. If for some reason you don't think my story adds up or relates to the TV show. or that the characters aren't true to the ones on the TV show. I really don't care. It wasn't meant to be accurate it was meant for fun, and for the sake of writing. Yes I know my Grammar and spelling aren't phenomenal! Again I'm not all that concerned with being 100% accurate, I'm more concerned with getting the story written. However, I will try my best to make things easy to read, and keep the flow going.

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~ScarlettGlascov

When fingers laced the page of a book, a content sigh comes from the mouth. When the soft crack of an old book opening up is heard, A smile is cracked as well. The smell of the musty binding, and the words of an author. That was Heaven to her.

Voices rang out from the other side of the abandon warehouse, in Cardiff. Names were thrown around. Gun shots were heard along with the grunting and snarling of a creature. Her eyes opened softly to just seeing the oncoming blurry images of a man and a woman. The woman stood behind the man, her back to him while she held a gun to the sound of the creature. The blurred woman stayed blurred while the man seemed to become more clear as he leaned in closer. Dark brown eyes. Masculine features of a man whom stressed himself to near death, and drank himself even further.

She could get lost in those eyes...If it weren't for the sudden pain in her shoulder and right hip, she would get lost in them. Her shoulder was sliced open, and her hip was badly bruised and bleeding with open bite marks. She gasped in pain and the man began to speak "You're bleeding out, Try to keep calm..." His face disappeared from her vision as he went to take a look at her hip.

"Do you remember what happened?" He questioned.

"N-no.." She stuttered softly.

"Might as well call that a good thing...What's your name?"

She took a moment to think about it but found no recollection of a name or her own face. Perhaps it was heavy loss of blood, or the bump on her head, which she was then noticing quickly. She winced and cried out in pain. The man turned back to face her, taking notice of her nearly crying "Never mind then, We'll ask more questions later when you're safe...Nasty bump ya got there. I gotta say, you're one lucky gal"

She couldn't mumble or mutter anything, but shake her head in disbelief. How could I be lucky?

The man sighed gently and finished up a rough job of patching her up. It seemed he could do more but, perhaps he was waiting to be in a more stable environment "Come on, Let's get you the hell out of here" He slung her arm around his shoulder her good one at least and tried to see if she could walk. A heavy cry of pain told him other wise, leading to him giving in and just picking her up. Trying to keep pressure off her hip as much as possible "I'm Owen by the way...Owen Harper"

Though she still couldn't say much but hiss in pain, she appreciated the lengths he was going through to help her. He was obviously a doctor or a medic, so maybe it was just his job to find lost, damaged, men and women and help them. Either way, She appreciated what he was doing. She began to think of ways to thank him, though slowly fell unconscious while doing so.

Owen carried the strange woman to the Torchwood van, along with his medical bag hung on his shoulder. Jack and Gwen would take care of the Weevil. Tosh was back at the hub with Ianto. It was just him and her. He figured he could take another look at her wounds when they got to the van. He couldn't do much but try to stop the bleeding, make her comfortable and try to keep her awake.

"Shit" Owen cursed noticing she was out cold, and getting paler.

He then rushed the last five meters to the van and opened it, laying her down in side of it. Owen picked her face up to see if he could wake her. Her eyes fluttered open a little, and he flashed a light into them. He put his light away and cursed again. He checked her wound one last time before calling it quits and calling Gwen and Jack.

"Owen, what's up?" Jack asked on the other line of their communication devices.

"I found her, That Weevil's victim? Yeah, well the girl's alive, but she's bleeding fast and unconscious, I need to take her back to the hub...like, now Jack"

Jack heard the rushed tone in his voice and sighed "We haven't caught the Weevil yet..."

"Did you not hear me?" Owen snared obviously irritated "She's unconscious and bleeding! IF you won't come back to the van at least let me take her back myself!"

"Dammit Owen..." Jack sighed "Would the hospital be a better choice?"

"How the bloody hell are we going to explain weevil bite marks!?"

"Good point..."

Owen grunted under his breath "It should be a good point, I am the doctor after all..."

"Whatever, fine...Go with out us, but give Ianto the keys and tell him to come right back!" Jack sighed turning a corner "I think we're almost done"

Owen nodded, said a quick 'Sure, okay' And then turned back to the unconscious woman in the van.

She couldn't be very tall, maybe 5'7, at the tallest. She looked like a thick woman. Thick thighs, broad shoulders. Owen's eyes trailed off to her breasts. Matched everything else on her as well. Big, but beautiful. It wasn't even that she was overweight, it was just that she was a thick, beautiful woman. When her eyes fluttered open now and then, they exposed a beautiful grayish blue hue. Her hair however, was practically white. She dyed it of course. Her roots were showing enough to tell that much. But it was dyed this white with an off purple hue. Owen's eyes trailed to her hips, and suddenly remembered he had to get her out of there...

He quickly pulled her into a good position, and hopped in the front, turning the van on. However, just before he could turn and leave, Jack and Gwen came running around the corner.

"Owen!" Jack shouted. The weevil right behind them.

Owen sighed heavily and backed up enough for them to hop in. Gwen leaped to the doors opened them up and saw the bleeding woman, she took no time to study her though, getting in and waiting for Jack. Jack groaned while he turned to see the weevil running closer to them. He cursed under his breath before pulling out his gun.

"What is he doing!?" Owen shouted from the front.

Gwen shook her head and shouted to their boss "Jack!"

A still quiet had fallen upon the Torchwood workers as their boss sat in the passenger seat, with a frown on his face. Owen looked in the back of the car every now and then to see how their weevil victim was doing. Gwen was changing her bandages when she looked up at Jack "Why?"

"Why what?" Jack sighed keeping the tone in his voice light.

"Why take the weevil with us? Don't we have enough?"

"Well, Gwen...I couldn't let it wonder the streets of Cardiff forever, we already have a wounded victim on our hands, and...I could't shoot it" He sighed heavily leaning back in his chair.

"You're just wasting our time, you should have killed it. We now have to use up a third space in our little prison thing, prolonged this poor girl's life. Our little weevil 'victim' will be a dead 'victim' here in a moment if we don't fix up those wounds...Not to mention you could have Gwen and I to think about as well, I mean fuck...I can handle another dead body, but another weevil!?" Owen shouted irritated with the whole situation.

"Because that's what a doctor worries about when he's got a BLEEDING patient in the back of his car!" Gwen hit the back of Owen's seat and went back to helping the woman's wounds. She had no medical experience, but she knew how to change bandages at least.

"You really think she's gonna make it now Gwen?" Owen mumbled softly, a frown creased on his lips, perhaps even more than Jack's.

"That doesn't mean you give up on her..."

"I'm not...I'm just not a fool" Owen's eyes shot a glance over at Jack. He knew he had a point, he just didn't to admit it.

The woman mumbled softly in the midst of their arguing and Gwen hushed. She was waking up, and was still in pain. She wish she had more medical experience to help her, but could only work with what she has now. And that's not a lot.

"Hello, My name is Gwen Cooper, do you know where you are?"

"In the back of some stranger's van?" Owen answered for her and Gwen hit his seat again.

"Ignore him..."

The woman slowly sat up and winced in pain. She shook her head quickly and whimpered a little like she was going to cry. Gwen hushed her and rubbed her good shoulder "Everything's alright...We're going to fix you up very soon, Can you tell me your name?" She shook her head no "Why not?"

"I-I..." The woman began and shuddered for a moment "I...c-can't..re-remember..." She finally whimpered out.

Gwen looked at her, deciding to stick to yes or no questions, and continued to speak "Do you remember anything?"

She shook her head no.

Gwen sighed heavily and turned to look at Owen and Jack turned his head to face the both of them.

"Great! On top of a Weevil we've got an Amnesia patient!"