Torchwood Fanfiction: Jack/OC

If someone were to ask me to describe my life in hmmm... let's say 3 words? I would have to pick strange, lonely and dangerous. Strange because I am nineteen and not doing typical nineteen year old things like going to college, partying 24/7 or snogging in the backseat of my car with a sexually driven boyfriend. – which brings us to the lonely part. I have no friends, no family and I lie solely on myself and no one else. It has to be this way because of the fact that I seem to be a magnet for danger everywhere I go.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not surprised about the danger part. I've known for some time that I'm not like anybody else on this planet. For one thing I have this strange ability to tell peoples moods...no, that's not an accurate description...it's more like I can tell what they're like...on the inside. I can see whether they're a good person, evil or a coward in everything they do. The sign that I read is the bright misty field of colour that surrounds a person's body. The colour changes occasionally, more just in shade because sometimes heat of the moment feelings will overcome or change an actual persons being. But I've never seen someone's colour go from like blue to red without them being really angry...maybe blue to dark green at the most. But it always goes back to their regular, normal colour.

You can even go as far as saying that I can read a person's aura. That's what I call it anyways.

Why is this dangerous you might ask? Well I'm not entirely sure why this happens. But strange but dangerous creatures seem to be attracted to me. I've hypothesized that I might just emit some sort of low energy level due to my weirdness.

Why do I have this ability? Well that I'm not entirely sure of. All I know is the last thing I remember was a blinding flash of light and then I was falling. I woke up to a scruffy old face of a homeless man in the middle of an alley. I don't remember anything prior to that but somehow I know my name. Sophie Jackson. This was 3 years ago. I sometimes get the feeling I don't belong here. When I say here –I mean this planet. For the past three years I've been fending for myself on the streets trying to avoid as many people as possible because sometimes the bright auras give me headache's.

So my little mini biography brings me to here and now. Here, being a bench across the street from a pet hospital – PDSA Pet Aid Hospital to be exact. Earlier this morning I had found a little beagle puppy that had a nail caught in its foot. I pulled it out and tried to stop the bleeding but it defiantly needed clean bandages and something to keep it from getting infected. I didn't want to just leave her at the hospital because then they would send her to the pound and I kind of wanted to keep her. So I was trying to come up with a game plan.

Of course I steal things all the time, it's how I survive, but not in something as public as a hospital and not with a little puppy in my arms. I decided to go in through the back if I could. I walked behind the building passing a man with a very murky brown aura.

'Great!' I thought 'A psychopath is all I need!' Luckily I passed him without incidence. I found a back door and laid the puppy down behind a trash bin. This building was about seven stories high because the pet hospital wasn't the only thing in it so I was hoping that I would come into a deserted back room. I slowly opened the door and peeked in. It looked like a back storage room for a coffee shop that was on the main floor. I slipped in and shut the door. I made my way to the front and found the staircase. I didn't want to take an elevator...too many close people. I made it to the fourth floor and came out to the main hallway.

'Crap!' I said out loud. There were a fair number of people up here which was A) ruining the whole sneaky thing I had going on and B) way too many auras all at once. I stayed close to the wall as I headed to the vet office. Before I got there though I was stopped by some screaming coming from the main floor. I ran back to the balcony part of the floor and looked down. And there was that stupid creature that's always following me right smack in the middle of the foyer. Well of course people all over started to panic and run out of the building. The monster was growling and throwing furniture all over the place. Then it started to head for the main stairs.

I swore internally and looked around. I needed a place to hide. I was looking around when a male voice came on the PA system with an American accent.

'Attention customers. Please evacuate the building immediately in an orderly fashion. Thank you.'

Was he mental? Orderly fashion? People were running and screaming, pushing other people out of their way. I found an empty hall on the 5th floor and I stuffed myself in a storage closet with a very foul smelling mop and bucket. I would just wait this out I told myself and get what I needed when the monster got tired of terrorizing this building. I'm not sure how long I waited...maybe 15 minutes. The screaming died down and I opened the door up a little. The floor look completely deserted. I scrambled out and debated which way to go. When I started toward one direction I stopped dead in my tracks due to some snarling coming from behind me. I gulped and turned around slowly. There at the end of the hall was the monster. If I learned anything from my encounters with these creatures, it was not to start running. It just stood there for a minute, snarling away and smelling the air.

'Weapon, I need a weapon' I thought to myself. I looked around and decided to edge my way to the storage closet. The monster definitely noticed I was moving and hunched over a bit –looking like it was getting ready to attack.

"Screw it!" I lunged for the first thing I could find...which of course had to be the mop. I whipped it out and broke it in half with my knee and held up the sharp end.

"Come here monster, monster" I said in a taunting voice. "Come and get a pointy stick through your head" I mumbled. It seemed to be thinking about running at me...which it started to. It stopped have way when I readied the stick. It ran the rest of the distance and I braced myself. I jabbed the stick into what I would guess was its stomach and the force of the impact knocked me back and I fell, still hold the mop. The other end of the mop landed just beside me so the monster was just basically propped up four feet above me swinging its claws at me and growling. Its one claw ripped through my shirt and grazed my stomach. I let out a scream.

"Oi! That bloody hurt, you fucker". 'God this can't be how I die. Why the hell am I here again? Oh, right because I was trying to be nice and help a puppy'. Just when I thought it was the end for me, I heard a loud click and the monster started to convulse and scream. The convulsing stopped and it fell limp. Some of its drool landed on me.

"Eww, gross." I complained. I tried to push it out of my way with the stick that was still stuck in its stomach, but my sliced stomach protested from the effort. "Ow!" I yelled. "Bloody hell!" The monster suddenly was lifted away and thrown beside me. I looked up propped on my one elbows and clutching my stomach with my other arm. There standing above me was my apparent rescuer. He was about 6 feet in height was a long blue military coat on. He had somewhat shaggy short brown hair and light blue eyes. He walked over to the monster and knelt beside it. He touched the earpiece he was wearing.

"Ianto. The weevil has been dealt with. Unfortunately, it's dead..." I interrupted him.

"Unfortunately? Are you kidding me? The fucking thing tried to kill me!" I lifted my hand off my stomach to show the damage. It was bleeding quite badly and I started to feel really faint. He didn't answer me and just looked at my wound.

"...and tell Owen I'm bringing him a patient" he continued. He turned and looked at me.

"You're either brave or really stupid to try and take on a weevil with a mop" he smiled at me a brilliant smile and knelt beside me. "I'm going to take you back with me and I'll get my doctor to fix you up. I'm Captain Jack Harness by the way. And you are?"

I just sat there gaping at him like an idiot because in that moment –that exact moment in my life, well the three years of it that I remember, I've never been so surprised. There he was, this man, seemingly completely normal, albeit gorgeous, man that, in the all the madness of the monster attacking me I hadn't noticed, had no apparent aura whatsoever.

Blackness took over as I passed out.