A/N: so this is a new story. bear with me, it'll be kinda weird.

xoxoxo, Lala

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I never actually knew what it felt like to see someone you love so happy… without you. Or at least I hadn't, until then. And I hadn't even known them for that long; I just felt completely confused about the feelings of pain twisted into content twisted even more into anger. I felt my insides freeze up, without even knowing how it had come to this.

I hadn't even known him that long….
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I woke up without knowing what had happened, and without recollection of how I'd gotten to that point. I felt memories in my head, but they felt like empty stories, like they were someone else's entirely. I was in the middle of a courtyard, or a town, or a park, or just something of the sort. I sat up; my legs swayed over to the left side and rubbed my head. I felt a thick, warm liquid on my fingers and winced not in pain, but at the fact that someone would eventually ask me how I'd gotten there, and that would be a headache worse than this.

Sirens didn't help the matter. I scrambled to get up, but I realized in horror that my left leg wouldn't budge and my right was bent the wrong direction. I turned my head away. I also felt a lot of soreness in my muscles and something burned and tugged in a line between my breasts. I didn't have time to look down the collar of my turtleneck sweater before blaring sirens and yellow cars with seizure-inducing checkers almost blinded me.

"Good God," a woman in a vest gasped in what my mind tagged as some sort of European accent. "Hoffman! C'mere!"

Another man, looking too young to be police but wearing the uniform, ran up behind her and immediately called for a stretcher in the same accent as the woman, but the ambulance wasn't there yet.

"Aw, shit," the woman cursed under her breath and went to stand. I let out a whimper. "Don't worry dear, we'll take care of you." She smiled, but I didn't feel reassured.

"Actually, we'll do that."

The new voice startled me into a new position and I let out a rough groan. The police reluctantly left me alone.

"Now kid," a voice, one I marked as American in relief, "you're going to need to tell me why my alien detector is pointing to you." I opened my mouth but words wouldn't come out. Something gurgled up my throat and oozed out of my mouth, but I couldn't see it in all the blur in my vision.

"Owen! What the Hell are you doing?" the man yelled behind him. I felt warm, comforting arms wrap around me and I began to fade into the steady rocking of his body.

"What?" another voice, his accent making me irritated, panted. "Who is that?"

"Oh my God," a woman's voice, laced with worry and that same stupid accent, got nearer and nearer and I squirmed.

My eyelids were opened and a light blinded me. Fingers prodded around and I shrieked when they probed my head. The release of breath left my head hurting even more.

"Sweetheart," the woman said to me. "Don't worry, we'll take care of you. What's your name, dear?"

I opened my eyes, but still saw nothing. All I noticed was an odd echo in my mind and a slow darkness passing over my eyes. "Ka-Kaylee…" I sounded like I was shivering. I didn't last another moment.
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"Well, she's got a serious concussion, so she'll have some amnesia and some head trauma. She's also got a few broken bones scattered around her body. And I honestly haven't got a clue what 'appened." Someone, the second voice from before, sounded sure.

"Tosh, I want a double check and a triple check on her readings, and maintain her machines," I identified the first voice, the American voice. I got excited.

"Her heart rate rose," a new voice, female, alarmed the other two. I heard a few steps and fingers were pressing against my neck. I breathed in and out, and then my body acted on its own: instinct.

Lightning fast, my hand gripped the fingers and bent the hand attached to them backwards. As expected, the entire body gave and I swatted something hard on its way down. New hands restrained my hands and I felt heavy breaths closer to my face. I screamed and bit, chewing into someone.

"WHAT AM I DOING HERE?"

"Ow…"

"ANSWER ME!"

"You are being stabilized and then questioned," the American said nonchalantly.

I blinked my eyes open. I was mildly surprised to see I wasn't in a hospital, and I was thrilled to have the knowledge. My entire body shivered and remained tense. I could feel my limbs again, however painful, and I really had no idea why I was assessing so thoroughly.

"It won't work," I shook.

"Why."

"You heard your doctor, I've got amnesia. I haven't got a clue who I am."

"Then we'll help you remember. Kaylee." He said my name.

"SHUT UP. Don't call me that name," I growled.

"Well you said it was your name," the one called Owen sighed.

"No one called me that…" I fazed out a little. "Ay. Pronounced like the letter."

Silence fell in the room. I was trembling, trying to get rid of the feeling that I was an enemy of everyone here. I felt…

"I'm scared," I said in amazement. When no one replied, I looked at them. I saw them, but I couldn't see their faces. They were just people, nothing more and nothing less.

"We picked up an alien trace," the American said. "We were led to you. Do you know anything at all?"

"No."

"What can you remember?"

"Basic functions. Talking, breathing, I know I had a life before now, things like that. But specific things…"

"Your surname?" the new woman asked.

"Um…" I delved into my thoughts. "Locket. Kaylee Locket."

"Be right back," she said.

"We should introduce ourselves," the first woman said with a smile. Her face was pretty, with a small gap between her front teeth, and dark hair to her shoulders. "My name is Gwen Cooper."

"Toshiko Sato," the other woman yelled. I couldn't see her from this far away.

"Doctor Owen Harper," the second man sighed. He looked devious and dangerous, with spiked brown hair and a wiry, small build.

"And you?" I turned to the American. I was most interested in him, after all.

"I'm Captain Jack Harkness."

"You're American?"

"So are you," he pointed out.

"Am I? Huh. I remember that much. I'm from Colorado."

"Mountains? You don't seem the type," Owen commented.

"Better than the beach," I recalled a vacation with… someone.

"Kaylee Locket, fourteen years old," Toshiko started. "Brown-auburn hair… oh look, her eyes are tri-colored. Date of birth is December 22, 1996, born in Denver, Colorado, raised by… doesn't say. She was going into tenth grade when she was reported missing."

"What was I doing? Do you know anything else?" I sat up at stared straight at her. Everyone froze. "What?" I asked them.

"Did you guys…?" Gwen asked.

"Yeah. Ay, your eyes…" Harkness muttered.

"Huh?"

"…I think we found a hint to our alien."
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"What are you gonna do to me." I demanded for probably the twentieth time.

"I, and I alone, am going to examine you for alien damage," Owen finally gave. I stared at him for a moment.

Then I cracked up. "You're really expecting me to consent to that? Pedo-creep."

"I am not a pedophile!" he exclaimed incredulously. I rolled my eyes. "I am a doctor."

"Sure," I scoffed.

"Trust me," he said seriously. "I'm the doctor."

I came to a standstill at that.

"The Doctor…" I muttered with eyes wide. Captain Jack eyed me.

"Owen," he warned.

"Yeah, I saw it," Owen sounded irate. "Go away. One pedophile in Torchwood is enough." Harkness left. "I'll make it fast," the supposed pedophile assured. I shrugged.

"I actually don't care."

"Fine." He was careful not to leave his hands in any one place long at all. He checked every inch of my skin, saving the most awkward bits for last. He pursed his lips.

"Lift your shirt," he sighed. I nodded and pulled the garment over my head.

In only my bra and jeans, I tried to sit as straight as possible because of the earlier tugging while I was in the street. I started getting uncomfortable when Owen stared at my chest in horror.

"Psh," I scoffed again, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"Guys," he called.

"What," I deadpanned.

"What is it?" the others filed in. They were a little surprised to see me shirtless and blanched.

"Gee thanks, Torchwood, for complete humiliation."

"Ay, look in the mirror," Gwen fished a compact out of her pockets and gave it to me. Skeptical, I unfolded the mirror and held it at arm's length.

My brown hair, tinted with the tiniest bits of red, was knotted and matted with blood and sweat and natural oil. My face looked similar with blood and dirt. My blue, green, and brown eyes looked blank yet terrified. But that wasn't what they were staring at.

Down the center of my chest, there was a thick, blood and pus-covered wound, sloppily stitched up and somewhat fresh.

Little choking sounds came from my throat. I dropped the compact; I didn't need to see the undiluted fear in my own eyes, nor the disgust at my own body.

"Ay, listen to me," Gwen said calmly. It was that forced sort of calm, like the kind that you hear when you're a kid. "It'll be fine. Owen will fix you up. You'll be all right."

"I should hope so," Toshiko smiled. Again, it was forced. "And then we'll find out what's going on."

"…I'm not an idiot," I growled at them. "I know there's something wrong. I haven't got a fucking CLUE what it is, but I have a feeling it's in my mind somewhere," I was beginning to hyperventilate. My instincts overcame my mind again. "Take MRIs and X-rays, or even a CT scan of my brain. Look for extra organs or organs that aren't human. Take tissue samples and test my blood. It's time, soldiers, to meet our makers, and we're not gonna do it without preparations."

"New color again," Harkness pointed out. "White the first time, purple the second. Run the tests. Figure out what the Hell is going on."
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"Isn't there anything you can do?" I tried to keep my voice stable.

"No, I'm pretty positive that extra heart is attached to your circulatory system. If I took it out, you would bleed to death from the inside," Owen sighed yet again.

"We always talk about the cheeriest of things," a brand new person walked in. He had a pretty face, and wore a worn but perfect suit and tie. He looked at me in slight confusion.

"Ay Locket," I introduced.

"What about a locket?"

"My name. Call me Ay. Surname is Locket."

"…Okay…" the man walked over and I noticed a tray of cups of coffee.

"Are you a… butler or something?" I asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Sort of. Jack?" the newcomer cut his eyes to me.

"Ay, this is Ianto. Part of our team," Jack smiled. Despite his smile, I read his eyes. This man was older than he thought and also very sad. He had seen many troubles, and lost many people. I felt my eyes soften.

"Pink that time," he hopped down from where he had been lounging. He waltzed up to me and took my face in his hands.

"What the fuck," I grumbled through my cheeks, which were going to be sore later.

"Language," he warned. "Owen, any life forms?"

"Not yet. DNA… isn't quite normal, but she isn't alien. On the CT scan, no tumors, no life forms. Other than having two hearts and alien DNA traces and the freaky colors, she's normal."

"Oh yeah, other than all that," Gwen chuckled.

"You guys keep mentioning colors. What?" I asked.

"Your eyes. The pupil will disappear and your entire iris turns another color," Gwen put in helpfully.

"It was white the first time, when we said your basic profile. They turned blue when Owen told you to trust him. They turned purple when you told us what scans to run," Toshiko's mind was spinning, I could see it. "And they turned pink just now, for some reason."

Out of the blue, a shrieking pierced my skull.

I hit the ground, clutching my head. The noise was too much. I could hear the others calling my name and I squirmed in the pain of a high pitched cracking in my mind.

Something shattered, and I stayed bone still.

"Ay?" Jack said from over me.

"Shh…" I whimpered. "My brain is… adjusting."

"Guys, step back," Harkness gave me space. "Owen, get ready for something."

"What?"

"I don't know."

"Oh, shut up," I rolled my eyes. "I remembered something big is all. I need time to adapt." I took a deep breath and slowly stood.

"What did you remember?" Gwen asked.

"Guys, rift activity just passed over Cardiff. Something just happened," Toshiko said from the other room.

A shiver went up my spine. "I'm the deadly sins of man."

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A/N: R&R please!