New story guys :)) Made a new account because I am actually going to try and finish this one :P The story itself is going to follow the events of the tv series, just with my OC, Aria, added in. Hope you like :))
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Torchwood or any characters of ideas associated with it. I only own my OCs featured in this story.
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When they found me I was lost and broken. I stood, shaking, in the corner of the room, my gaze trained to the organized chaos that worked around my parents' bodies that lay in the middle of their bedroom floor. It took a while for someone to notice me … I had always been good with blending into the shadows. First it was Suzie, her cold gaze meeting mine for a matter of seconds before turning away, pretending as though nothing happened. That was the start of a lovely relationship. Next it was Ianto, the grin that sat on his face after listening to Owen talk faltering as he saw me, the camera he held in his hand clattering to the floor. That drew the attention of the rest of the team towards me. I barely noticed them coming at me as my vision swum, my right hand holding the wall for support while my left hand clutched my side, desperately trying to stop the pain, warm blood covering my fingers.
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"Everyone, move back!" Jack commanded, his American accent prominent and worried. "Owen, she's hurt." Owen moved to my side, gently placing an arm around my shoulder. I said nothing as I was moved out of the room, my eyes squeezed tightly shut so I wouldn't have to see my parent's corpses staring at me, accusing me. I was placed onto a chair in my living room and a bright light was shone in my eye, cold hands running along my injured side. I flinched as someone came up behind me, a hand wrapping around my waist.
"Sorry," a voice whispered in my ear, their breath tickling my neck and sending shivers down my spine. Without thinking I leant into them, unspeaking, my eyes still shut in an attempt to become numb to the pain as Owen worked on my side.
"What's your name?" Jack asked, pushing my long brown hair away from my face, bending down so he was at my height.
"Aria," I whispered, still keeping my eyes tightly shut. I felt a hand cup the side of my face and I pulled away, shaking my head.
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"Open your eyes, Aria," Jack spoke to me. Without a sound I slowly opened them, watching his reaction as he met the gaze of my deep, electric blue eyes, the eyes I hated and the eyes that watched my parents die. "Owen, we need to take her back to the hub." Jack said, his gaze never leaving mine.
"I don't think that's a good idea, she needs a hospital and medical treatment," Owen advised, midway through finishing the rushed stitches that were closing the gaping wound on my side.
"Not up for debate, Owen. She is coming with us. Look at her eyes," Jack murmured, and the rest of the team began to crowd around me.
"Is she human?" Toshiko whispered. Jack nodded, as did Owen.
"Vital signs and body are all consistent with that of a human. I'll check her over properly at the hub." Another pair of hands grabbed me this time and I yelped, pulling away and dropping to the floor, shaking and crying as the reality of what had happened hit me. Owen went to grab me again and I pulled away.
"No." I stated simply, meeting Jack's gaze again. He tenderly reached out an arm, wrapping it around my waist and hoisting me to my feet, letting my lean on him, supporting my weight as he led me to the black van waiting out the front of my house. I tripped as I went through the front door, my body having no energy, my vision swimming as I heard voices. The last thing I remember is my head hitting the ground hard, my body finally collapsing as I slipped out of consciousness.