Notes: This is my first stab at writing Cap. John, so if I don't get his character down quite right yet, just let me know. For all those who might read this and don't know who Faith is, she's an original character that first appears in Invisible Influence. Thanks for reading this much so far!!

John watched as the alien walked out of the Sandringham Hotel. She looked human enough, but he knew better. His current employers had given him a good deal of information on the girl. She was wanted for, what he had decided to term "crimes against humanity", even if it wasn't humans she committed her crimes against.

She was pretty. He had to give her credit for choosing a pleasing form. He'd met a few aliens who'd tried to look human and failed horribly.

"So you're the one Torchwood has decided to protect?" he muttered bitterly. "You, Jack will help, but me..." he took a deep, steadying breath and walked in her direction, casually bumping into her.

"Oh, sorry." she said, smiling apologetically.

"No worries." he said, returning the smile, stooping to help her pick up the contents of the shoulder bag that had fallen. "It amazes me what women can fit into handbags." he commented.

"Me too." Faith said with a laugh as she picked up her wallet and shoved it back into the bag. "I'm sorry, but you look so familiar." she added as she stood up.

"I've got one of those faces." he replied.

"No, you don't." she shook her head. "I swear I know you from somewhere."

"Maybe we have some friends in common?" John suggested.

"Perhaps." she shrugged. "I've got to get going." she said as she adjusted the strap of the shoulderbag.

"Hot date?" he asked with a smile.

"Oh yes, very steamy." Faith laughed. "My flatmate and I are cleaning the place tonight, don't want to miss that."

"No, of course not." he said. "I didn't catch your name." he added as she turned to leave.

"I didn't tell you." Faith said, turning away again to head for the car park.

"You don't need to, Faith." John smiled as he watched her disappear around the corner. "I know you oh so very well already."

Faith was sitting in the living room going through a pile of mail she'd been letting pile up for the last week. It still amazed her at the amount of junk mail she got each day. And the kind of stuff. Lawn care guides. They should do some sort of research, she thought, living in a flat in the middle of Cardiff, she didn't have much use for that sort of thing.

She'd gotten home about an hour before, quickly changed into a pair of shorts and a faded t-shirt and had a quick bite to eat before forcing herself to get to work. Ianto, however, had yet to put in an appearance.

Growing bored with sorting the mail, she got up and decided to tackle the kitchen. At least as much of it as Ianto would let her use. A couple of small fires and he got all touchy. Taking off her jewelry, she tossed it onto the dining table and set to work. Just as she was about to clean out the fridge, the phone rang.

"Hello?" she answered as she tried to figure out what she was looking at in a container she was sure Ianto hadn't noticed she'd snuck in.

"Faith." Ianto's voice replied on the other end. "Something's come up and I'm going to be running a bit late."

"Do I even want to know?" she asked as she jerked back at the smell as she opened another container.

"Weevils everywhere." he replied. "You can get your mind out of the gutter now. It's not very becoming of a young woman."

"I'm so sorry, Mother." Faith said as she decided to toss all the containers, she would just buy him more. "Where have the weevils come from?" she asked as she tied up the garbage bag.

"Not a clue." he said as Jack yelled in the background. "Oh, keep your pants on." Ianto yelled.

"I didn't think you'd ever say those words to him." Faith teased. "Be careful." she added.

"I will." he said. "And try not to start any more fires."

"You do need to get over that." she said with a dramatic sigh. "Oh dear, the fire extinguisher is in the pantry, right?" she asked, soudning panicked. "I've got to run."

"Not funny." Ianto said, not sure if he should believe it was just her idea of a joke, before she hung up.

She put the phone down on the table next to her jewelry and went back to work. She was definitely going to have to get him new containers, she sighed.

Faith washed her hands and was slipping on a pair of shoes to take out the garbage when the shrill sound of fire alarms went off outside the door of the flat.

"What on Earth?" she muttered as she went to the door to find the sprinklers had activated.

"Run." a woman said as she ran past. A woman that Faith had come to know over the last nine months was nuttier than a fruitcake. "The fires of hell are coming to claim us!" she wailed as she ran along, stopping to grasp someone's shoulders along the way.

Faith went back into the flat to grab her phone before heading out with everyone else. She wanted to be able to get in touch with Ianto if the building was, in fact, on fire.

"Hello, Faith." a voice said from behind her.

Turning around, she found herself face to face with the man she'd run into earlier.

"What's going on?" she asked as she took a step back. "Who are you?"

"I'm Captain John Hart." he said with a smile. "And I'm going to be taking you home." he added as he grabbed her by the throat and squeezed until she passed out.

Flinging her over his shoulder, he crept out of the building by a back entrance, deftly avoiding observation by the other tenants of the building.