Well hello there :)) This is my second TW fiction, the first being a one shot. (Waking up in Vegas, incase you want to check it out). These ideas have been floating round in my head for a few days driving me insaaaane so I had to start writing ;)
Right I'm not so good on the whole particle/torchwoody-sciency-alienthingy/physics side of things )eg, magnum discharge, so I'm pretty much making this up as I go along.
Incase there's any southwaliens reading, I say a big "Hello/Shwmae" to 'em. And if any Penarthians are reading (I doubt it but you never know) this is the actual park by the billy banks :D
I'll stop rambling now but just one more thing, I do not own TW yet (I will invade and/or become SW and Overall owner of TW) or any of the characters. Apart from Georgie. She, sadly is mine. All mine. Woo. xxx
"So, James… I was wondering" she paused, to grin awkwardly at the slightly taller slim guy standing next to her. "I was wondering if you… wanted to go out… with me?"
"What?"
"Uh... do you want to go out with me? Y'know like out... out" she fidgeted nervously, she wasn't expecting this response.
"Why would you think I wanted to do that?" his response was mocking
"Well, I've liked you for ages… and… and… Becca said that you liked me" she hung her head, feeling her cheeks glow with embarrassment.
"Becca's a massive shitstirrer, why the hell would you listen to anything she says!"
"She's my friend." She replied, wringing her hands.
"No, you just trail around her because you don't have any other friends."
"I do have other friends" she lifted her gaze to meet his, a defiant expression on her face.
"Whatever. Anyway, I'd never go out with you in a million years."
"What?" her face drained of colour.
"You're ugly and selfish and so darn arrogant you make me sick! You're so loud and you get in everyone's face, everyone has to put up with you because you hang round like a bad smell. You always try to be the centre of attention but no-one really cares about you, so you just get louder and more irritating. You get obsessed over every stupid insignificant thing and drive everyone crazy with it. You're lazy and a selfish brat, you never think about anyone else, you just care about you. You think you're so irresistible with all that slap over your face and straightening your hair so its dead but believe me I wouldn't touch you with a barge pole." His face was full of anger, and she even glimpsed hatred within the depths of his eyes.
A tear trickled down her face and she reached out a hand towards him.
"No leave it, Jordan." He spat, then turned his back and walked away.
"It's Georgie, not Jordan!" she yelled after him.
She furiously scrubbed at her eyes, wiping the tears with her sleeve, and then mentally slapping herself when she saw the black eyeliner streaks across her favourite grey hoodie.
Her legs suddenly turned wobbly beneath her and she sat down on the curb with a hard thump.
She took a few deep breaths to try and regain composure.
A few minutes later when she was sure she had control of herself, she looked back up.
She observed the deserted street with mixed disgust. The homes merged into one, an endless streak of drab blasé terraced houses, none more special or outstanding than the other. The trees were bare, hollowed out, stripped down to the branches by the bitter wind. Even the sky was dull, a swirling mixture of grey, cotton wool clouds doused with boringness.
Is boringness even a word? She asked herself.
She hated her life.
This was what every day was like.
An ongoing stream of crap.
Nothing excited her anymore.
Her friends, well James had explained that one to her.
And her parents, well that was a laugh and a half. Her mum's favourite form of entertainment was "Let's find all the faults with Jordan and then list them to her." No, Georgie. Not Jordan.
Anyway, the more she rebelled against them, the more miserable things became. She was better off saying nothing. Becoming mute was easier than putting up a fight. And with her iPod in her ears she could block out the constant drivel her mother spouted at her.
She rooted through her bag next to her and brought out the iPod. Well it wasn't an iPod as in the Apple iPod. Her parents wouldn't spend that sort of money on her. No, they got some crappy rip=off version that froze and made funny noises. Especially recently, some kind of dust had come out of it, which kinda worried her.
At least it played music though.
Stuffing the earphones in, she flicked through to find a song that hopefully (but she doubted it) would cheer her up.
She gazed round at the deserted street and crossed the road to look down a grassy embankment to a play park. To the left was a set of empty derelict flats, except for the odd hobo refusing to leave, called the BillyBanks that were scheduled to be demolished and refurbished as flats.
The play park was empty, the basketball court bare, apart from the odd can or crisp packet floating across in the breeze.
If she leaned against the railings and peered through the trees, she could just see the Barrage, the green walkway stretching out across the marina and into where the old Docks were. Of course now, it had been refurbished into "Cardiff Bay" with a giant old Armadillo centre and multiple snazzy restaurants and clubs. Usually, it stood out against the rest of the cloudy city behind it, but today, as the grey waves lapped against the dirt oil covered rocks, everything seemed to have lost its sparkle.
She sighed.
This is a world of dreams
And reverie.
Where I felt the stars explode
Around me
A grass blade flashed with a gleam as it slashed open a moonbeam,
And I stared back breathlessly.
As mountains of fruit tumbled out,
I barely had the chance to shout;
Strawberry avalanche crash over me.
Hope is a citrus constellation in the galaxy,
Scratched on the back of both my eyelids
That I've been dying to see!
If you were a beautiful sound and the echoes all around
Then I'd be your harmony
And we'd sing along with the crowds
Beneath the candy coated clouds!
Oh strawberry avalanche, please crash over me.
This is a world of dreams
And reverie
Where I felt the stars explode around me
"Whoah" Georgie put a hand to her head. She felt weird; she could feel a sort of… throbbing behind her eyes. Her breathing grew quicker and she couldn't seem to catch her breath.
Suddenly she felt darkness wash over her and it consumed her, trickling in through her ears and mouth until she felt that she would cease to exist.
But if anyone had been watching they would have seen the teenage girl's eyes fly open. But instead of eyes, a glowing golden light could be seen. It swirled and danced in them, as the girl stood stock still, her hands grasping the railings like a vice. The golden light swirled from her eyes into the sky, and rained down upon the park. Flecks of light tossed and turned in the sparkling mist before eventually withdrawing back to the source. The girl's eyes glowed bright, a blinding, shining gold before disappearing completely.
She blinked a few times.
"Head rush" She muttered, shakily straightening her fringe.
She must blacked out for a minute, she thought. Too much caffeine and not enough food. Mixed with all these emotions it was probably just typical teenage stress building up inside her.
Then she looked up.
"Oh. My. God."
"Jack!" Gwen yelled across the vast underground base. The shout echoed through the space, the large amounts of metal adding a tinny quality to the sound.
"What" he called back from his office, where he was propped back in his chair, feet up on the desk with a Starbucks coffee in his hand. Thank god he'd sent Ianto off to do a report on some paranormal activity in Splott; otherwise Ianto would have murdered him. Packaged coffee AND muddy boots on the desk. Ianto would have had a fit.
He chuckled, before stretching back in his chair. It had been a quiet day. A very rare quiet day. They didn't come around too often and he intended to make the most of it.
"Jack!" Gwen yelled back in reply. She flipped her long hair over her shoulder as she peered at the readings on the screen.
"What?"
"Jack! Reports of heightened Magnum discharge in Penarth! They peaked about 10 minutes ago and they're a lot higher than average!"
Typical.
Couldn't even get one day.
Stretching and taking one last minute to bask in his chair, he swept out of the office, taking his trusted Great Coat with him.
Her eyes were wide as she stared at the scene below her.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, hoping everything would go back to normal if she just closed her eyes.
She counted to three.
One.
Two.
Three.
She peeped through her eyelids.
It was still the same.
Shit.
Had she done this?
She gazed around in amazement.
The previously dull park had transformed itself. The grey dullness has been washed away and replaced by a kaleidoscope of colours. It was as if the rainbow had fallen down upon it. The grass was a bright green, the healthy summer colour you saw in photos by professional photographers. The old rusty play equipment that had consisted of a few bumpy wall things to walk along, an old metal play frame and a set of swings were magically repaired, all covered in a glossy red shine, as if they'd just been covered in a coat of paint. There were new things to, a magic roundabout (the type that didn't squeak as it moved), and a set of monkey bars, with each rung a different colour. Even the basketball court, once dirty and graffitied had changed, now it was sparkling clean, the only graffiti that of a child's hopscotch and basketball lines marked out in clear white.
The trees were filled with leaves, some even bearing fruit.
She'd never seen fruit like this before, it was ripe and juicy, looking like a mix between an apple and a cherry, with two of the fruits attached together by a single stem. They shone different colours, Vibrant red, Purple, Green, and Yellow. They adorned the trees, each tree bursting with its heavenly delights.
And the sky. Oh my god, the sky.
The clouds were gone, as if someone had taken a deep breath and blown them away. The sky was radiant blue, probably the bluest blue she had ever seen before. The sun was shining, a brilliant white ball in the sky. A few clouds had remained, but they were white and fluffy like cotton wool. If she looked closely you could see a slight pink tinge.
Then something even more spectacular happened.
There were fireworks.
But they weren't fireworks.
It was the stars.
Through the radiant blue sky, she could see the tiny white light shattering into a thousand pieces and fall like glitter and dust to the ground.
This is a world of dreams
And reverie
Where I felt the stars explode around me
"Well this is just freaking weird" she exclaimed aloud.