Disclaimer: Neither Torchwood or Doctor Who are mine, which is obvious, but I can dream.

Chapter One

By the time Jack realised he'd been tricked, it was too late. The pack of Weevils already had him on the ground and were tearing into him with their claws and razor sharp teeth. His whole body was a mass of agony and his mind was filled with the red haze of pain. He'd been chasing one lone Weevil, Owen and Gwen had lost them, and he'd managed to corner the alien in a dead end of one of the alleys of Cardiff Bay. He should've known something was wrong. The Weevil had simply crouched and growled at him. Usually they tried to scrabble the walls, trying to find a way out, but this time the Weevil hadn't even been afraid. The last thing he remembered before the pain took over was a heavy weight colliding into his back and dragging him to the ground, knocking the wind out of him and leaving him with no chance to defend himself.

The greyness was just beginning to swim in front of his eyes when a loud, sharp whistle pierced his ears and he couldn't help but cringe at the sound. Then he could breath again, the weight of several Weevils gone, leaving him gasping for breath. Using what strength he had left, Jack rolled onto his side, his eyes scanning for another attack. Instead though, what he saw almost made him want to laugh. The very same group of Weevils that had took him down were now crouched, silent and waiting, around a dark, shadowed figure. Jack could just make out the low growls and clipped sounds coming from the dark figure before the Weevils suddenly stood.

He tried to shout out a warning, but all he could managed was a choked rasp, but he needn't have bothered. The Weevils slunk off, quickly disappearing into the shadows, leaving Jack with a problem. Yeah, the Weevils had been bad, but he had a feeling things were about to get a lot worse as he watched the stranger turn and walk towards him. As he or she got closer, Jack forced his hand to reach for his gun, but when his fingers managed to wrap around the handle, gloved fingers wrapped around his wrist, keeping his hand down with surprising strength. He looked up, feeling his eyes widen and his jaw drop as soft, pink lips parted in a smile, revealing long, pointed canine teeth.

The grip on his wrist tightened considerably, making him release his gun handle. Then warmth flooded his entire body, causing him to gasp and his body to tremble, while heat pooled deliciously in the pit of his stomach. It took him a moment to realise that his wrist was now free and his saviour had stood up and was now walking away from him. Jack moved, rolling onto his front and pushing himself to his knees, his mind doing a quick inventory of wounds that now seemed healed even as he called to the stranger to wait. She stopped, head tilted slightly to the left.

"Stay away from the Weevils."

Jack blinked, not quite sure he's heard right. In something close to disbelief, he watched as she continued to walk away, her steps unhurried, as though she had nothing in the world to worry about. Groaning, Jack pushed himself to his feet, every aching muscle in his body fading even though it healed. With a determined scowl, he followed after her, reaching out to grab her arm. A mistake, he realised, when he found himself face down on the ground, his arms pinned behind his back and held down with a well placed knee.

"You are just plain stubborn," he heard her growl against his ear, her breath against his skin making him shiver slightly. "And you are beginning to annoy me. Not a wise combination."

"Wisdom's never been my strong point," Jack replied, letting his body relax when what he really wanted to do was throw her off and pin her to the ground beneath him.

"I will tell you, one last time. Stay away from the Weevils."

Though her voice had been firm and leaving no room for argument, there hadn't been any malice or hate, something that Jack had expected. Only concern.

"And if I don't?" asked Jack calmly, straining to look at her over his left shoulder.

"Majesty ," hissed a male voice before she could answer him. Jack felt the woman above him tense up, the pressure on his arms increasing slightly as the voice called again from the shadows. "Majesty, we know you're there. You can't hide from us forever."

The sneering voice sent chills down Jack's spine. It sounded oily, cold and pure evil. He heard the woman above him curse, and the pressure holding him down was gone. Though he looked around, Jack couldn't see a single soul other than Owen, Gwen and Tosh running towards him as he stood.

"Jack!" panted Gwen as she bent over, holding her knees and trying to catch her breath, while Owen and Tosh were leaning against one of the walls. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," replied Jack absently as he looked down at the open palm of his right hand, surprised to see a piece of paper in the middle of it.

"What've you got?" asked Tosh, looking up at Jack expectantly, causing the others to focus on him as well.

Without answering, Jack opened up the piece of paper (psychic paper he realised) and stared at the writing on it.

'Keep away from the Weevils,'

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Looking down from her perch on the edge of the roof, she watched as the Captain tucked her note into his pocket. Though his team walked back to their SUV, he stayed. When he glanced upwards, she ducked back, sure he couldn't see her, out of sight as she was. When he turned to go, she finally edged over the side and dropped silently as the car doors slammed shut. Clenching her fists and scowling at the night, all she could do for now was wait for the sun to rise.

"This is not right," she muttered into the small ear piece on her right ear. "I should just go in there and take him out."

"You know you can't do that," replied a voice over the comm-link. "The only reason he's remained safe is because you've kept your distance. Wait for the morning, stick to the plan. If they find him before he's ready, the rest of us are all as good as dead."

"I think we deserve a drink," she replied into the comm, not bothering to hide the tiredness from her voice. "Tell the rest to be at the usual place. I will meet you all there."

"Tasia, you're not going to do anything rash are you? You know you're supposed to be taking it easy."

"No. Just take in the night air, maybe listen to the stars. Telosc was close tonight. Too close. I just need to take a little time to myself for a moment, that is all."

"Be careful, my friend. We shall see you shortly."

With a soft growl, she switched the comm-link off and took it out, slipping it into her left jacket pocket. It was time for a good hunt.