So ave had this in the works since August, and it's more than half done, so it's posting time! I love the theme behind 'Fear her' and it just sparked this off in my head. So with out further adieu, here's 'Of glass boxes.'

Of glass boxes - Chapter One

Mandy sat in a peculiar glass box – some where in her mind, put away safely from the world, observing languidly from her perch. She liked it this way, this way she could look all she wanted and not have to feel. On the outside, she was functioning enough to not arouse any suspicion. It had been tiring, her life that went no where. A life where everyone blamed her for everything and told her she needed to grow up. She knew she was useless, absolutely so and lost, and could never do anything right. And she hated it so much.

Too much information

There was too much for her to deal with, too much to have to think about. And she knew it was silly, what got her upset, what made her feel unloved but it didn't matter now. It hadn't mattered for a while now. Minutes ago, a few weeks ago, a few months ago, time had passed. It was funny because one day she stopped caring, everything had cleared up to her and she went away into her self. It was easier since she stopped caring because nothing bothered her. She did everything automatically without being, she even got a job. The screaming at her stopped and the blaming. Her house was quiet and she supposed that was good.

All of a sudden the people, the talking the telephone, all fades away you visit a place in a timeless dimension

She wasn't alone now, she went into herself and found a friend, a creature, a thing – something. She didn't know what it was but it was cute, sweet and named Clu. Clu was amazing, Clu played with her at night in her glass box and showed her so many fun things and so many frightening things. Clu sometimes showed her what others were thinking but Clu always left in the morning. And morning was when Mandy needed to go to work.

The coffee shop was pleasant as always, full with cheery smiles over hot coffee or tea. Mandy did as she was told; she had picked up the routine quite quickly and never complained. Everyone thought she was lovely, if a little introverted. Twenty years old with an innocent face.

"These for the table with the two handsome men!" the bubble headed manager pushed the tray with a coffee and a tea on it. She had been bubbly once, Mandy observed to herself from her glass box, on her belly, swinging her legs, on her elbows. In her glass box she was wearing a flowy white dress.

Mandy placed the cups on the table and vaguely smiled, she barely caught the conversation between the two men.

"I barely call that a reason for needing me here, one of those things should be easy to catch," An accent that wasn't English. The glass box echoed with a giggle, a foreigner - goodie. But her face did not change.

Another voice rejoined with a reply, "Oh come oooon, you know what they say about finishing what you started!" A whiny, peevy British voice. A sweet voice but it didn't reach the waking part of Mandy, just the part of her in that box.

"Yeah, you should finish what YOU started," American accent continued, "We cleaned up most of this mess – a mess you created albeit, but now it's the last one, and I really need to get back to Torchwood, there's rift trouble brewing."

"Oh fine, I can handle it, any way! We tracked it to this area, that's all I needed you for – the telchin have a biological signature that is wicked to track, the TARDIS was having difficulty tracking it cuz it dropped out so often, so erratic like gigantic firing neurons. So I needed that scanner of yours – that what cha ma call it to attach to the …" British accent babbled," So it can –"

"Am sure, ave heard this all before Doctor," American accent interrupted. He gulped the rest of his coffee and made to leave.

Mandy noted that she had been staring at the men without realizing it but what did it matter. She was standing there, leaning on the counter with the tray under her arm like a text book. When suddenly the remaining man seated at the table looked straight at her with deep set soft brown eyes and a kind, curious expression. It was a strange, aged look like one a parent gives to a child that seemed unusual in such a young face, a nicely angled face, a pleasant face. She was even tempted to come out of her glass box to look closer. She turned away fluidly and put the tray on the counter.

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