"Only I don't think you are actually supposed to eat the pips," Sarah-Louise said, sitting opposite Ben, who was currently eating a weird sort of alien fruit they had discovered and found to be ediable.

"Me neither. They taste horrible!" Ben exclaimed in his thick German accent., spitting the pips into the bin. He gave her a disgusted look. "Tastes like…soap and toothpaste mixed together and that tastes horrible."

"And how do you know?" she asked, giving him a quizzical look.

"Well…" Ben began, taking a bite out of the round, purple fruit in his hand. Purple juice ran down his hand and onto the stack of paper in front of him. He gave Sarah-Louise a worried look. "Shoot, Jean-Claude is going to murder me!"

"Why?" Reanne asked, looking over his shoulder and down at his paper. She laughed quietly, rolling her eyes at Sarah-Louise. "Oh, someone wasn't very careful with his work!"

"I can just, wipe it off, I'm sure!" Ben said hurriedly, grabbing a paper towel and patting the paper, hoping that the purple would just come off of the stark white paper. He lifted up the paper and cursed under his breath in German. Now the white page was completely purple.

"Oh, you are so dead, Ben!" Sarah-Louise said, watching him pick up the piece of paper and look at it with horror. "So dead. That's meant to be white!"

"I do realise that! I am not thick!" Ben muttered, hearing a cough from Reanne. He turned around and glared at her. She stuck her tongue out at him, sitting up on the table, her legs dangling back and forth.

"I'll copy it!" Ben said, standing up quickly and walking over to the photocopying machine. He placed the purple page into the scanner and waited impatiently as it started photocopying. He watched the paper come out of the end and picked it up, frowning.

"What does it look like then?" Reanne asked, not able to see the page from where she was. "Let's see!"

Ben turned around, holding up the page. Sarah-Louise and Reanne burst out into laughter as they looked at the page. On the front was a big dark circle, covering all the text on the page. Ben frowned even more, folding his arms.

"It's not funny! I'm screwed!" Ben exclaimed, waving the paper back and forth, then feeling it being taken out of his grip. The girls suddenly went silent and Ben turned around worriedly, coming face to face with one Sergeant L.S. Thompson. "Uh, Sarge!" Ben said, saluting the man.

"I see you've made a mess of your paperwork again, Jäger," Sarge said lightly, looking at the boy with a disapproving look. Ben bit his lip, lowering his gaze to the floor. "Hmm…That's what I thought. Mademoiselle Blanc, if you have any more buttons undone on that shirt, you may as well not wear one!" Reanne gave him a guilty look and did up the buttons on her shirt. Sarge's gaze fell on Sarah-Louise, who gave him a smile. "And for once, you are not doing something wrong. I am impressed, Sarah-Louise."

Sarah-Louise gave a satisfied smirk to both Ben and Reanne, who just looked at each other and rolled their eyes. Sarge walked around the table to the other side, looking out of a window down onto a platform, covered with six different desks. Each desk was arranged differently due to the person occupying it. At the moment there was no one down on the platform, due to it only being 7am in the morning. The other's tended to get in at 7.30am, and Piers tended to turn up at anytime he deemed necessary to turn up at.

Sarge turned around to look at the three young adults. He watched them quietly for a bit. Reanne and Ben were sat close, whispering between each other, while Sarah-Louise began writing on a piece of paper. They were so young and had yet to have their spirits broken. Sarge just wished he still had his own spirit. Now, all he did was work, no enthusiasm like these ones. Even Piers had some spirit left. He enjoyed his job.

"Well, can you get me when Monsieur Boulanger arrives?" Sarge asked Sarah-Louise, who nodded enthusiastically at him. He nodded once and walked out of the room, his boots echoing on the metal floor. They heard the door close with a soft thud and Reanne and Ben glared at Sarah-Louise.

"What?" Sarah-Louise asked, looking generally confused as they gave each other a disbelieving look. "What?"

"You. You're such a… such a…." Reanne began, not able to find the right word in English. "You are a ….Ben, what is she? I can't find the word!"

"A teacher's pet, except Sarge is the teacher," Ben filled in for her, receiving a nod from Reanne. "You're a suck up, S-L. Such a suck up, it's unbelievable."

"I am not!" Sarah-Louise exclaimed, standing up and walking out of the room. "I am not!" She pushed open the door, it slamming behind her. Reanne burst into giggles, followed not far behind by Ben.

"She is so sensitive about it!" Ben said, leaning back on his chair and putting his feet up on the table, clad in black trainers, striped with white lines. "But it's so true. She'd do anything to get in his good books."

"I know, and I agree, Ben," Reanne said, undoing some of the buttons on her shirt again. She felt Ben's eyes watching her and looked over at him, seeing him grin at her. "What?"

"I'm enjoying the show. Are you going to undo all the buttons then? Because I paid good money for this," Ben joked, laughing quietly as she stuck her tongue out at him. "Come on, I'll give you an extra five."

Reanne held out her hand and Ben rolled his eyes, putting his hand in his pocket and giving her the note. She took the note, folded it up and put it in her bra, winking at Ben. Ben just rolled his eyes at her, still smiling.

"Well, I suppose I can…" Reanne said slowly, a small smile creeping on her face as she began to undo the next button very slowly. Ben just grinned at her, leaning back further on his chair. Reanne undid the next button, winking seductively at Ben.

"Well, that sure wasn't worth the money," Ben muttered, sighing and shaking his head in mock disappointment. Reanne grabbed hold of his T-Shirt, pulling him close to her face, the smile wiped off her face.

"Or maybe, you should pay me some more so that I can show you more, Sir," Reanne whispered, her face barely inches away from his. Ben took in a sharp breath, slightly self-conscious about her being that close.

She let go and sat back up straightly, undoing the next button on her shirt, when the door banged open, causing her to jump and Ben to fall backwards off of his chair. Reanne burst out laughing as Ben pulled himself up out of the chair and looked at the figure in the door.

"So…I see there's some sort of strip tease going on in here," Piers murmured, glancing at Reanne's fully open top. She blushed, doing up the buttons hurriedly so she wasn't showing so much. Piers just smirked at her, picking up Ben's dyed paperwork and sighing. "Why am I not surprised!"

"It was an accident?" Ben said, more as a question than an actual answer. Piers just stared at him until he looked down at the floor. "Sorry Sir. Won't do it again Sir. Promise Sir. Honest Sir."

"You say Sir one more time and I'll actually chuck a stapler at your head," Reanne muttered, glaring at Ben. He glared back at her and she stuck her tongue out at him. "I will, you mark my words!"

"Shut up, the pair of you," Piers said loudly, causing them to stop glaring and look at him. "Right, now I've got your attention, I've had to call a meeting. For the whole of Torchwood. Not just ours, all six Torchwood's. Apart from, I haven't quite told Torchwood Cardiff yet, who seem to think we don't exist."

"Oh, what a surprise, Torchwood Cardiff. They are a bunch of retards," Ben said, receiving a shove from Reanne. "What? They are, you know that as well as I do! They hardly know anything about anything! And they think they are the best at everything!"

"Ok, someone has some issues," Cassandra muttered from behind them, sitting down on a chair with her legs crossed.

"What's the meeting for?" Mathieu asked, sitting next to Cassandra, his hand resting very closely to hers, but not touching.

"Well, it's about the Transbreeders. You know?" Piers asked, and the group nodded.

"Oh, those ones!" Sarah-Louise said, pulling Reanne roughly off of the table and into a chair. She sat down then next to Mathieu, listening to Piers.

Reanne glared at her, then started drawing on the paper in front of her. "Yeah, we know them, but they haven't been trouble before."

"They have just become one though and we need all the Torchwood teams to help us out," Sarge said, taking a seat next to Ben. "That's why I'm calling Torchwood Three. We need them too."

"Retards," all the other members muttered under their breath, except Sarge and Piers, who just sighed and shook their heads.

"Alright, you lot, get back to work. Sarge, call this Captain Jack Harkness," Piers said, chucking a pad of paper at him and walking out of the room. Sarge looked at the paper.

Cpt. Jack Harkness

Torchwood Cardiff

01575 458432

"Joy."