Torchwood vs

Torchwood vs. pizza delivery girl

I owns nothing, nothing owns me.

Hi, my name is Lilly Goodfellow.

I am not proud to be an American; hence why I left to England on my 18th birthday in search of a better life.

Finding a place in London was shit and I had to keep going south until I ended up in a place called splott. God I can't understand people here. I had been living in an apartment with this nasty guy, when the police came and kicked us because of some investigation.

On my own again I took a bus to a town called Cardiff where I got a job as a pizza girl in some Italian pizza place. Let me tell you, American pizza maybe a bit greasier but it at least was made with real food and not whatever biochemical, nutra, good for you, alien meat, anti-carb crap.

So here I am working my Wednesday night shift when this cute guy comes in all well to do; nice suit and haircut you know the type.

"Miss I'd like the #5 combo with no drinks." He says smiling he pulls out his wallet and waits patiently for me to write down his order.

Scribbling it down I look up a little annoyed at the "miss" comment.

"For here or to go and would you like an extra topping on that for just additional 50 cents?" I say in my awesomely practiced automotive voice.

"To go? And no thank you, the names torchwood."

Stifling a laugh I cough several times to cover it up.

"Torch wood? Alright that'll be 17₤ sir. And thank you for shopping at wal-er I mean, Italian Pizzeria."

Taking the money I giggle to myself as I enter in the name, 'god I'm such a pervert…I need to work on my speech a bit.'

Looking a bit confused the man left and I was alone to do my evil of pizza making.

30 minutes later.

"What do you mean I have to deliver it?" I argue with my manager, hands on hips. I've talked him into the corner and now the squeamish little nerd is trying to weasel his way out of doing a bit of work.

"My shift is over. Unless you're paying me extra I don't see why I have to go all the way to the bloody docks."

"Lilly, as your boss I'm…telling you, that since you took the order, and we have a shortage of people on hand you have to take the pizza." He says, not to boldly, trying to stand a bit higher than me.

Growling I fling my hat at him and storm to the kitchen. "Fine, but if I get lost or kidnapped or whatever, you're the person my lawyers will go after first."

5 minutes later

Bicycling was never my thing though I will say I am quite good. That lance dude would probably have to get a motorcycle to look as cool as I do, bicycling. Yeah.

Sighing, I slowly make my way down the concrete pavement and to the little shop.

Parking my bike and taking the to go bag off the back, I go to the door and let myself in, idiots leaving a shop unattended to and unlocked in this town. Noticing a few post cards I took my cap off and stuck a few inside. Putting my cap back on I look around and tap my fingers on the top of the case.

"Oi anyone here? …hello? Bonjour? aloha? Ohio?"

Sighing I roll my eyes and walk around behind the counter. Noticing that they need to tidy up a bit, I straightened a few papers lying about. Suddenly I noticed a large button.

I am a born button pusher. Smiling widely I set down the pizza case and pushed the button.

There was a loud clunk and then the wall to my left rolled a way.

I ain't lying it just rolled away.

Grabbing the pizza I walked slowly towards it. Poking my head through the entryway I could see a long hallway and a door at the end. Stepping thru I shrugged and headed of to the door. As the wall rolled back in place behind me I tripped myself at the sound of the loud clunk. Straightening up I push a stand of red hair back in place. I can do this.

Running to the door I pushed the next big button I saw.

The round door in front of my rolled away and I saw bars.

I was also greeted by loud music; some techno band I never liked.

Pushing the bars away I looked around. The place was huge and reminded me of a leaky basement. It was obviously lived in because I could see TV screens and computer monitors in one section of it; several stairs leading to room higher up that I could barely see into and I could smell coffee. Walking to the computers I knew I was in the right spot thanks to –TORCHWOOD- being painted rather nicely on the wall. Looking at the monitor I saw a building and some information that looked rather important.

'I wonder if they have solitaire'

Setting the case down on the coffee table I turned back around to the computer screens.

'my this place is high tech'

I felt rather shabby standing in torn jeans and a black-t. Accessories by the pizza hat cover my red hair and the apron still tied around my waist. At least I had cool converse shoes.

Putting my hand on one of the mice I started clicking away to find the games.

What I did find was that this little bugger had an information network that was bogging it down a bit and a lot of programs that didn't look fun.

Stepping away I looked around and noticed a little hospital room to my left. 'Man these people are freaks.' Not liking the vibe I was getting I turned back around to the pizza. There was the pretty guy from earlier, staring at me wide-eyed and flustered.

"Nice place you got here….well there's your pizza and here," pulling a paper from a pocket in the apron and handing it out to him I smiled.

"Here's your receipt."

Taking the paper slowly he looked back at the door then at me.

"How did you get in?" He asked looking me over confused.

"I walked…the door was unlocked, then I pushed a button went down a hallway pushed another button and ta da here I be. Now I really need to be getting home so if you don't mind I'm going to do what I did only in reverse."

Taking a step towards the door he put a hand out to stop me.

"Wait...you can't…. do you promise not to tell anyone what you've seen?" Sounding more official he looked at me with a straight face causing me to break out laughing.

"Yes secret agent man, I pizza girl will keep the whereabouts of your little hide out safe. Or until someone pays me." Sidestepping his arm I quickly made my way over to the door waving at him as it opened. Running down the hall and out to the shop I took another postcard before going home.