Disclaimer: I do not own Class or Torchwood. They unfortunately both belong to the BBC.

AN: Just a couple of things you probably need to know before going into this story:

An element of this story is based on a head-cannon of mine that Torchwood 4 was mobile unit, which was why Jack wasn't too worried about it being missing in "When Everything Changes."

"Children Earth" happened in this universe, but "Miracle Day' didn't.

Due to the for want of nail/in spite of nail elements of these stories, brace yourself for a few OOC moments, those for the most parts everyone's personalities are basically the same.

That is all, hope you enjoy this!

Copenhagen, Demark, 2003

Toni Jo didn't even know Freak Shows were a thing anymore, yet here she was, trying to get a straight answer from the contortionist, going so far as to go full empath on him, finding out that he was hiding something, but unable to find more, while Fox was talking to couple of patrons. And possibly flirting with the female patrons and if that was the case, she might just break her Hippocratic oath.

Just then a man with black hair and bit of stubble came through the crowd, with a Doberman Pincher. This was Fox and his dog, Murder. Fox was wearing a proud smile on his face that let Toni Jo know he had found something.

"Well?" Toni Jo asked, all business

"They're in the blue and silver tent, not too far from here." Fox answered, giving Castaway a rub on the head before leading the way.

"And they're real?" Toni Jo asked, "Not some guy in a rubber suit, or a dog with a couple of toilet paper rolls stuck on its head?"

"Nope, these appear to be the genuine article." Fox replied, "Though they're not labeling them aliens per say. They're letting the audience come up with their own theories. While aliens are on the list, so is some sort of evolutionary throwback and demons from Hell. The young lady I talked to's money was on the latter."

Toni Jo rolled her eyes. "How did I know there was a girl?" The she pulled a walk-talkie out of her hip purse and spoke into it. "Dad, come in. We found out where it is."

There was for static, them her father's voice coming in and saying, "Where?"

"Sliver and blue tent, the south end of the show." Toni Jo elaborated.

"We're close to there." Her father replied, "We're meet you there. Everybody have their arms out. If reports are correct these things are very dangerous."

"We hear you." She had before putting the walkie back in the purse around her hips and muttering, "Damn you Harkness."

"Come on, do you really think they got this thing here all the way from Wales?" Fox reasoned.

"You have a better explanation from two aliens randomly appearing in a traveling show in Demark?" Toni Jo challenged, "When there have been no reports of strange crashes, or even UFOs, no reports of similar creatures, nothing documented in the area that could cause them to be transported here? Sometimes Occam Razor does apply to us and in this the simplest answer is one person manning some place that volatile leads to things slipping through the cracks sometimes literally!"

"He'll get a new team together." Fox assured her, trying to calm her down before she got worked up.

"We've been saying that for three years." Toni Jo responded.

"Well, he would already have a medic, if someone hadn't turned him down." Fox reminded her.

"Then who would be here to protect you two from yourselves?" Toni Jo smirked, somewhat deflecting. In truth, she had considered taking Jack up on his offer, but her place was here. This was where she was needed.

And with that, they arrived at the tent. At the same time, an older, but still physically fit man with a head of silver hair arrived at the tent. They went up against the side of the tent, pulling out their guns, causing a couple of passers-by to run away.

"Well, that's gonna put us on a tighter deadline." Toni Jo commented.

"Which is why we need to need to get this done as quick as possible." The older man said, peaking in the room, "We got two aliens, both contained, no civilians. So, we go in on my lead."

The group rushed in, guns at the ready, and the others followed. "Oh my God." Toni Jo whispered out the sight inside. The others were speechless.

Inside the room were two cages: In one was creature roughly the size of a human male, with the basic outline of a human body but that was where the similarities ended. The tan-skinned creature had claws on its hands and feet, an almost domed head, fangs sticking out of its mouth, with quills running along its back, held in armor in some spots by a dirty brown-and-green uniform. It was currently laying over on its side, looking half-dead and pile of wet straw that smelt like it needed changing. In the corner of the tent was much smaller creature with dark grey skin and a helmet-like head. The cage it was in was too small for it to move, and it was whimpering.

Fox quickly approached the cage holding the larger creature and began to pick the lock.

"Fox, what are you- "Their leader began.

"Look at it, Chris!" Fox exclaimed, "It needs medical attention. Toni, you're the doctor, back me up here."

"I'll need to look at it," Toni began, "But from what I can see here he's probably right."

Fox finished and flew the door, and Toni Jo ran into the cage while Fox and their leader went into the other cage and started to open it as the tiny creature inside began to cry more, trembling. "Damn, Chris." Fox said as Chris removed the creature from the cage, "I think this thing may actually be a pup."

Back at the larger cage, Toni Jo felt the creature's forehead. "I think this is a fever, but I can't be sure." She said, "I have no clue what the body tempecure is supposed to be!" This was the part of her job she found really frustrating. Half the time she didn't know whether she was hurting or helping a patient.

Suddenly the creature leapt up, growling, causing Toni to fall back on the floor cage. Suddenly everyone's guns were aimed on it.

"No, don't!" Toni Jo shouted, standing up, "I got this!"

However, the creature charged again, aiming for Toni Jo's side. The doctor jumped back and time and went to hit her attacker, but the creature grabbed her wrist, squeezing and turning it at an unnatural angle. Toni screamed in excruciating pain, hearing the bones snap. She searched form any weak point, but couldn't then something popped into her head. She stuck her foot out tripped her attacker, something the alien wasn't expecting, causing her to let go. However, she refused to give up, hitting Toni Jo with such force she went across the cage, slamming her against the wall.

The creature about to go for the death blow when it stumbled back and fell to the ground.

Toni Jo looked around, and saw no one had fired a shot. In fact, she doubted even if someone had shot the creature it would have done any good. She shot up and ran over to the creature again, "I need some help over here."

Chris ran to help, saying, "Fox could you- "

"I'm on it." Fox said, placing the wailing toddler in the corner until he could be attended to.

Five minutes later, Fox came back with a cart and two white tarps. They laid the larger creature on it, covering it with the trap. Fox tried to do the same with the little one, who started bawling again. "It's alright, mate." Fox said gently, "We don't mean no harm." He then started bouncing it and singing, "Honey why you calling me so late? It's kinda hard to talk right now…."

"Lips of an angel?" Toni Jo challenged, "That's your idea of a lullaby?"

"It's the first song that popped into my head." Fox snapped back.

"Enough." Chris interjected, "It's the middle of the day, we don't want to get into a firefight. Antoinette, you know I don't ask this of you lightly- "

"You never do." Toni Jo sighed, but in truth, in this instance she would've done it anyway. She reached out mentally to the child-and while she hadn't begun her examination she believed Fox was right in his deduction- let her feeling into it, so it could feel her concern, her good intentions, her desire to rescue them. That they were the good guys. The child quieted, still shaking, but let the tarp be draped over him.

They managed to quietly sneak them out of the carnival gourds without rousing suspicion, and back to the storage units they were currently staying at without incident, then set to work.

A few hours Chris came into the unit that had been turned into a make-shift medical bay, a tin cup in each hand and a third balanced on the cup in left hand. His daughter was stood over the plated creature who was now restrained for everyone's safety, holding the Med-Scanner they had found on of their missions, while stirring a bowel of murky orange liquid.

"So," He spoke up, causing Toni Jo to jump a bit, startled, "How's it going in here?"

"She has the flu." Toni Jo answered, not looking up.

"She?" Chris repeated.

"According the Scanner she's female." Toni Jo explained, "It can't find whatever species she is, but it has two wombs, and more complex bone structure, neither of which help me cure her."

"And the other?" Chris asked.

"Male, roughly one year of age." Toni Jo said, "His hearts on the left side of his chest, and has a metabolism like you wouldn't believe. But at least his perfectly physically healthy." She ran her hands through her auburn hair. "I gave her anti-bodics, but they're not working." She sighed, "I'm trying to figure out when, or if I can give her that Nano-tonic we found. I think it's made for stuff like this."

Chris sat the cup down beside her. "I know you're not going to want to, but at least eat something. I figured your patient wouldn't have an appetite, but I thought you and the little one might want to eat. Provided nothing in it is toxic to anyone."

Toni Jo looked at the cup dubiously. "What's in it?"

"Egg and barely stew." Chris answered, pushing it closer to her.

Toni Jo took a cup and a spoon. "He's over in the corner." She said, gesturing to the corner where she had set the toddler on a quilt.

Chris walked over to the child, who backed up. "Relax, little one." Chris assured him, sitting down next to him, "Only me." He opened a cup and handed it to the toddler, who proceeded to try to dip his hand into the concoction. Thankfully Chris grabbed his hand just in time. "Uh, uh, uh." He said, "That's a good way to get yourself burned, little man." He picked up the spoon. "Here." He said, placing it in the tot's hand, "Use this." He helped him dip the spoon into the bowel and into his mouth. They did this in silence for a while then Chris said, "Don't worry, decorum was an actual class at Toni Jo and her sister's boarding school, so by the time we're done with you, your manners will be impeccable."

"What does that mean?" Toni Jo asked, before putting a spoonful of the lukewarm mess of powdered eggs, barley that she no idea where it came from, and stock made from week-old bones in her mouth, with the hand attached to her unbroken wrist then going back to work. "I mean, it's not like we can keep him, this is no place for a child."

"What else are we supposed to do?" Chris challenged, "He can't exactly blend in with human society. Neither of them can. Not without a lot of augmentation."

"We have the augmentation, we have for years." Toni Jo reported, "That's how you were able to marry a woman with green skin and no one noticed."

"Good men, Alec was." Chris mused, "Came here straight from Torchwood 1 but went native fairly quickly." He quickly snapped out his reminisce and said, "All right, the female, maybe with a little help from the status tank, but the child-he's still growing, you won't be able to anything permanent until he stops, at least not without possible effecting his growth. And as long as he's still growing, might as well monitor it."

Toni Jo froze, her finger about to push something on the scanner, slowly turning around. "Are you saying we study him?"

"I'm not talking vivisection." Chris assured, seeing where this was going, "Just some basic examinations."

"It's unethical, and we have no baseline." Toni argued, "How can you even be suggesting this as scientist?"

"I am suggesting this becauseI am scientist." Chris insisted, "And it's not like we haven't played fast and loose with the method before."

"This is different and you know it." Toni Jo argued, "It's not necessary."

"What if we had their informed consent?" Chris asked, "Assuming your patient is the one in charge of him."

Toni Jo paused a minute. "Then I might be open to it." She said at last, "But until they know enough English to give it I don't want to hear another word about this, you understand?"

"Yes." Chris said, then went to trying to soothe the child, who had been upset by the harsh voices.

Later on, Toni Jo pulled out a large glass jar of green liquid, labeled Detox Solution. "Okay, Andrea," Toni Jo said, as that's what she had been calling her patient, pulling out a plastic cup, "Let's see if this helps any."

The doctor careful measured out liquid into the touch before grabbing a funnel, just in case and walking over to the alien patient, A. K. A Andera. She carefully forced her mouth open, and Andera weakly snapped at her.

"Hey," Toni Jo protested firmly, "I'm trying to help you here." Then she stuck the funnel in Andrea's mouth, but opened her-self up again, sending her feelings, to show that she had no mal-intent. God only knew what this creature had been through, so of course she was defensive.

"Don't worry, Andrea." Toni Jo kept talking as she poured it in, "You'll pull through this. You're a fighter, I know it. We could actually use someone like you around here. On the team, I mean. Fair warning, though, ever since Britain lost its empire everybody thinks we're a joke, hence while we're undermanned, underfunded, and good luck trying to get any supplies unless you scavenge it yourself. Which is why not all the alien tech makes it back to higher ups." She winked. "And to tell you the truth, I wouldn't mind another girl to even out the testosterone."

When she finished pouring the detox solution into Andrea's throat, Toni Jo stepped outside, where Chris was organizing their equipment, and Fox was trying to convince the toddler that Murder wasn't something to be afraid of. It didn't appear to be going well, as the child continued to back away.

"Hey!" She called out, "Can I get some help fetching a wash-tub?"

It was about midnight, when Toni Jo put an awake patch before looking at a med-scanner again. The anti-biotics haven't cleared her system, but they weren't doing her any good. She soaked her in ice-water to get the fever down, but it had done nothing. Nothing was doing anything.

Deciding to get higher forces involved she got to her knees and started to pray, "St. Raphael, patron saint of bodily ills…" A knock startled her, causing he jump. She turned around and saw Fox standing in the doorway, holding Murder by the leash.

"Danmitt, Fox Mulder!" She exclaimed, "If you don't get that God-forsaken dog out of here…" It was bad enough having to practice medicine in a storage unit, even after scrubbing it down with bleach, hydrogen peroxide andquail for good measure, but to have a dog in it, germing it up, while she had a sick being in here-no, she wouldn't stand for it.

"Talking to Archangels and cursing at the same time?" Fox quipped, placing Castaway outside, "A bit counter-productive, don't you think?'

"I'll add in a prayer for forgiveness." Toni Jo shot back, "What are you doing up so late?"

"Arranging for our transport, out of here." Fox replied, "An old contact of mine is willing to take us all the moment we're able to move Mummy dearest there."
"She's not his Mum." Toni Jo replied.

"Excuse me?" Fox asked.

"She's not his Mum." Toni Jo, "At least I don't think so. When I look into her, her feelings for him, are complicated. There's concern in there, but…it's almost like she hates herself for being concerned at the same time. And his, he likes her, but he's scared of her at the same time. Plus, if my scans are any indentation, unless the biogeology of the specie's sexes is extremely different, they're not the same species."

"Should we be concerned?" Fox asked, her eyes following Toni Jo as she walked over to stock of medicine herbs gathered from the various places they traveled in their mission to defend the larger world from alien threats.

"Don't know yet." Toni Jo replied, pulling out a jar of molasses, "We're sort of playing it by ear as per usual."

"Torchwood 4." Fox though aloud to himself, "The only Torchwood-related organization that actually tries to help aliens."

"If you're going to hang around can you at least make yourself useful and help me blend in this mint concentrate?" Toni Jo requested, "If I don't get that fever down she might not make it through the night, and this has worked before, surprisingly enough."

Fox came over and took out the brown glass, hand-labeled bottle that barely fit in his hand. "You know," Fox said, helping mix the concoction, "We need to come up with something to call them, at least for the time being, until we learn their real names. Provided we can pronounce them."

"I've been calling my patient Andrea." Toni Jo, replied, "I'm not sure where I got it from, I just think it's close."

"And the boy?" Fox asked.

"I honestly haven't given much thought to him." Toni Jo admitted, taking the mixture over to her patient, Andrea apparently, and rose her just enough to force it down her throat, "How's he doing, by the way?"

"As well as can be expected." Fox responded, "But we must come up with something. Something good and strong."

"We don't want him to grow to be a smuggler now, would we?" Toni Jo replied, unable to help herself," Seriously, what were your parents thinking?"

"Ah, may I remind you Antionette Josefina," Fox reminded her, "Your parents weren't all that merciful either, or should we get Innocenta involved?"

"No." Toni Jo relented, "So, any ideas?"

And so, they spent the next thirty minutes bouncing names ideas off each other, trying to find just the right one.

"No, we are not calling him Algernon!" Toni Jo protested at one point, "He's going to have enough issues without having to deal with being made fun of."

"I find it aristocratic." Fox replied, "You see so many of them bankruptcy court, nowadays."

Toni Jo fought back a laugh, saying "I don't think you're quoting that right."

"Alright, alright," Fox said, "How about Charles?"

Toni Jo thought a moment, then said, "Yeah, I like it. Yeah. A lot of saints named Charles."

"A lot of monarchs, too." Fox added, "And a few authors."

"Charles, it is, then." Toni Jo said, checking Andrea's temperature again, "Wow. The fever's not completely gone, but it's gone down significantly."

"That's good, yeah?" Fox asked.

"Yeah." Toni Jo replied, "It's great."

Chris' voice called out, "Fox! Fox get out here this instant!"

"I gotta go." Fox said, "I think I'm in trouble."

"Good luck." Toni Jo replied, then as something occurred to her, she added, "Oh, and Fox!"

Fox turned around, "What?"

"No calling him Charles Darwin or Dickens or Ray or some other such nonsense." Toni Jos ordered firmly, "And I expect the same with Andera."

"Well, I can't really think of and famous Andreas." Fox mused, "But I do love a challenge."

"Fox!" Jeremy called again louder.

"I'll deal with it later." Fox said, leaving.

Toni Jo laughed, taking more scans. He might be a pain sometimes, but she had to admit, he knew how to make her feel better.

And, to make matters even better, Andrea's system was cleat enough to give her the Nano-tonic.

Toni Jo spent the next two days, monitoring the progress of the Nanos in Andrea's body, forcing the molasses-mint mixture down her throat, and praying to every medical-related saints and angel she could think of. Camillus, Raphael, Luke, Panteon, Cosmas, Damian, Michael, anyone she thought would intercede. Then she pulled out her rosery and said she didn't know how many Hail Marys.

Then on the morning of the morning of the third day, it happened. Andrea's fever disappeared and she regained full consciousness.

Unfortunately, that meant she was also struggling against the restraints.

Toni Jo thought to pin her down. "A little help in here!"

Fox and Jeremy burst in and helped her in battle. "I guess this means she's feeling better." Fox said.

"Yeah." Toni Jo replied.

"I think I like her better when she was dying!" Fox quipped causing Toni Jo to shoot him a harsh look.

Suddenly Chris entered the room, holding Charles. He walked up to them so Andrea could see him. "You see Mum?" He said, "Your kid's okay, and you're okay."

"She's not his Mum." Toni Jo protested.

However, Andrea's fighting cease, though she continued to growl and curse them in what they assumed was her native tongue.

"For a minute, there I thought we were in trouble." Fox quipped, causing the others to roll their eyes.