When Ianto Jones suddenly dies, Gwen suggests telling their family.
After four years pass Ianto's younger sister Brangwen is asked to join the team in his place, but she never expected to find love there.
How will the Torchwood team help her to move on from her losses?
Of loss, lust and love.
Chapter 1.
I missed my older brother so much, he was the only male figure in my life, dad left when I was 2 years old, then that job took Ianto away from me and mum, I went through secondary school, and was about halfway through college when we got the devastating news that my only sibling, had died.
I completed college swiftly and spent the next four years extremely depressed, hoping that it was all just a dream, hoping that my only friend would come back to me, I hardly left my room.
Eventually I just couldn't bare the pain and mum had to move on, she gave me the option to stay stuck in the past or to move on, I guess my stubbornness came from dad, so I decided to move to a kids home, this is where things started to get weird.
I remember waking up around midnight one night and I remember hearing weird sounds in the attic above my room, the attic had been sealed off before the building became a children's home, so everynight when I heard the sounds I asked myself "who is up there and how did they get there?"
Eventually this went on for several months and I decided to investigate, so taking my I phone and turning on the torch, I use a penknife that I 'borrowed' off of one of the staff members desks and unseal the attic door.
I pull myself up and switch the light on, the attic is warm and dusty as I wander over to the far side, I hear a noise, like that of a house-cat and swiftly turn to point my torchlight at the direction it came from.
I am greeted by a creature covered in soft blue scales with glowing orange eyes, similar to that of a dragon or cat.
Suddenly everything seems to move in slow motion as the creature pounces at me, my life flashes before my eyes which I close, waiting for my inevitable doom, I hear a shrill cry and a crash which causes me to open my eyes and see the creature lying near me, lifeless.
"Hey, kid, don't touch it, just come towards me" I hear someone speak in a warm Scottish-American accent and I move towards the voice, I feel arms gently wrap around my waist and I'm slowly pulled out into the cold night time air, his face is revealed, messy dark brown hair with stunning blue eyes "Are you okay?" he asks as I seem to go limp and faint.