AN: those who liked my other fics…this one will blow your socks off. Here you go.

Riftangel

Chapter one

Riftquake

"Another quake coming, 8.6. Hold on!" Shouted Tosh over the din of screeching machines and the rumble of earth shifting beneath the team's feet.

Owen hung onto the rail near the autopsy room, a protective arm around Gwen's waist. She was clinging to his torso, shaking with fear. Ianto was clinging to the doorframe of the kitchen; his eyes were closed in a silent prayer.

Jack had his arms wrapped round Tosh. They were standing by her computer that was beeping loudly; she was clinging to the desk as the ground beneath them buckled under the strain of the rift.

Suddenly part of the roof crashed near Owen and Gwen sending sparks over them. Owen ducked and pulled Gwen closer. She screeched in pain as a metal shard pierced her side, blood oozing from the wound.

And as soon as the quake started…it stopped. The machines fell silent and the quakes dissipated. The only sound that could be heard was Gwen's rasping breaths.

"Ok is everyone ok? Sound off, Ianto?" Cried Jack

"Here…" Ianto coughed from the doorframe. He slid down the wall slowly and panted silently.

"Tosh?"

"Fine" She choked, Jack patted her shoulder.

"Owen?"

"Yeah…I'm alive" Owen looked up and glanced at the scene…not pretty.

"Gwen?"

"…Help…me" She gasped from Owen's side. The others looked over at Gwen and gasped. Owen looked down and swore.

"Owen what happened?" Shouted Jack as he ran over. Owen wasn't paying attention. He had scrambled to his feet and was busy scooping Gwen up into his arms. He bolted down to his medical table and laid her down. Jack and Tosh followed; Ianto was still slumped on the floor. Gwen's eyes fluttered open and she stared at Owen, she groaned and her hand went down to the wound. She felt the blood at her side and screamed. Owen turned with his supplies and calmed her down.

"Keep still alright." He set to work on the wound while Tosh and Jack watched. Jack realised that Ianto hadn't moved, he patted Tosh on the shoulder and sauntered over.

"You ok?"

"Fine sir. Just a little shocked…I'll be fine." Mumbled Ianto. He them shakily got to his feet. He gasped suddenly. Jack stared at Ianto's leg, there was blood dribbling from a large gash on his shin. Jack put an arm round his shoulder and ruffled his hair and helped him towards the medical bay where Owen was patching up Gwen. Ianto gasped again as

Jack laid him down on the spare bed.

Owen had patched up Gwen; she sat on the bed shivering. Owen helped her slip off the table and helped her back up to her station. He then went back and helped Ianto. It wasn't as bad as it looked. Ianto apologised for the fuss, but Owen told him to keep quiet…and not die.

Tosh was busily tapping at her computer trying to find out the damage to the Rift. Ever since the Rift had been torn open and then put back again it had grew more volatile.

Weevils were appearing more often and the amount of alien junk that was thrown out was startling. It didn't help that Jack had disappeared for a week, he then had the nerve to saunter back to the hub without any explanation. If Tosh remembered correctly, it was something to with the right doctor and some other rubbish that the others had thrown a tantrum over. He had come back to pure ice; he got the clod shoulder from all the team. More Ianto than anything. At one point they had a blazing row in Jack's office, Ianto had come from the office with a face that could burn metal.

Jack didn't come from the room for hours. When he did he was unnaturally quiet and simply went into the kitchen where Ianto was washing up…with some force.

After that everyone warmed up to Jack again and got back to work.

"No major damage…surprisingly. I think I know why the Rift has been acting like this though." Tosh pointed out. The team looked up from where they were standing.

"Reports are coming in of an…angelic creature. Female, slim build…white wings." Tosh looked up to the puzzled faces.

"Ok. I guess we should check it out. Gwen you're injured so you stay put. Owen, Tosh you're with me."

Gwen didn't object, which surprised Jack. Tosh and Owen geared up and said their goodbyes. Owen guided Gwen to the sofa and hugged her; Tosh waved from the steel door. Jack whispered something to Ianto and ruffled Gwen's hair and followed the troupe. On Jack's orders Ianto brought Gwen a strong cup of coffee and sat down with her. Her put an arm round her waist, careful of the bandages and pulled her close. She soon fell asleep on him and Ianto peeled her away so he could clean the devastation.

"Bloody Owen. This is all his fault." Ianto mumbled to himself. Which was entirely true, Owen had many times since the Abbadon incident taken the blame. He now simply sits and takes the abuse trying to ignore the fact that he had indeed…fucked up reality.

In the SUV Jack hurtled down the roads to the scene where the…whatever the hell it was, was last sighted.

Jack pulled up outside of a police barrier and everyone bundled out of the SUV. The officers around the area mumbled as the team sauntered past the barrier and up to a white figure. The figure was still and silent. It was like an oval shape, feathered in appearance.

Owen realised that the thing was injured and hurried up to help it. Owen walked forwards towards the…thing, he took small steps, he feared that the creature was unfriendly.

Suddenly the creature moved. The creature wasn't oval shaped after all. One of the creature's wings unfurled and stretched out. Owen stumbled backwards and promptly fell on his backside. The other wing unfurled revealing a slender figure. 'Definitely female' thought Owen as the…woman lifted her body from the floor. Jack had pulled his gun from his holster and aimed it at the woman.

She lifted her slender body from the ground. She couldn't have been older than 19, she looked up from the ground and over to Owen.

Her electric blue eyes stared at Owen. It was like she was piercing his soul. She cast a glance over to Jack, upon seeing the gun her eyes widened. Her eyes then rolled into her head and she fainted, the audience breathed a sigh of relief. Owen got up and checked the woman over.

In his opinion she was a perfectly normal woman, 19 years old with injuries from a fall. The only thing 'wrong' with her was the fact that she had white wings. Owen was no vet, but he could tell a broken wing when he saw her right one.

Jack and Owen carefully carried her to the SUV and made their way back to the Hub. Owen kept glancing back at the woman, maybe this was the reason that the Rift was acting up. Maybe Tosh was right.

Ianto had decided to take his mind off the pain in his leg by rearranging the archives. He did this quite often now; he lost himself in the wealth of knowledge that was held in the halls.

Ianto didn't hear the others carry the new resident into the Hub.

They set her on Owen's autopsy table and he began a full diagnosis.

"Three broken ribs, slight concussion and I know I'm not a vet, but that wing looks like it's broken. Though I'll do an X-ray in a sec'"

Tosh and Jack had remained silent through the diagnosis. Jack had checked on Gwen after the creature was tended to. She woke up from and smiled at attention.

The creature was then placed in a cell. Jack wondered where Ianto was; he wanted him to see their new friend.

Jack suddenly remembered that Ianto liked to hide in the archives. So he thought he would leave Ianto to his studies and tell him later.

Meanwhile Owen was running tests on blood that he had collected from the creature. He cast his mind to Gwen. He thought she was too quiet for his liking. He was about to look for her when his computer finished his analysis…Owen was shocked by the results.

"This…this cant be…she's…human."

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