Worthless

Angela had passed out in his arms. But he was surprised at how easy it was for him to carry her. She felt as if she was made of air. His mind, however, was wandering back to what he had heard at her parent's house. How could her own mother call her worthless? Didn't her mother know that Angela was special…that she was different? Didn't they ever notice it? Shaking his head, he walked into the building that they had left, but instead of going back to the morgue he took her lower. Coming into what looked to be a lab, people started to gather around to see what had happened. "What's going on?" The very same dark haired woman from the car asked, more concerned than she was earlier.

As Jack walked passed her, he told her in a low voice, "She ran," and that was it. Taking her into what looked like a bedroom, he laid her down on a cot and covered her with blankets.

Waking up, Angela found herself in a dark room. Pulling the blanket around her, she waited for her eyes to adjust. When she could see, she found herself in a small bedroom that had a dresser, a chair, a table, and the cot that she was on. Sitting up, she found that the window in the door had light coming through it. Standing up, she looked out and found no one around. Silently opening the door and walking out. She looked around and found herself in what looked like a lab, but also an office. However, a light came from a few doors down, being curious she walked towards it. The door was open as she came to the room, so she looked in and found the man that saved her, Jack, was sitting in a chair with a drink in his hand, but his head was back and he was looking at the ceiling. Knowing that he was wake she walked in and sat down in the chair across from him. He didn't move, he just continued to starring at the ceiling watching to see if it would move. Looking at the drink he was holding, she could tell that it was alcohol by the way that it smelled. "What are you trying to drown out?" She asked in a soft voice. She just hoped that he wouldn't get mad, for asking suck a personal life.

He didn't answer right away, but when he did he looked at her. "Life," was his answer. Angela couldn't figure out why someone would want to drown themselves in liquor. Why would he be mad at life? Thinking about why someone would that she never noticed him watching her.

"Why? Why would you want to drown life?" She asked hoping that he would answer and not use the becau—.

"Because." Angela's shoulders shagged at his reply. She hated it when people would answer her questions with because. "It's because I can't die." He didn't know why he was telling her this stuff, he didn't even tell his team until they found out, but for some reason it felt as if it helped telling things that he has bottled up to her.

"Why would you want to drown that out?" Jack didn't answer her; in fact she was making him think about what he was doing and why he was doing the things that he was doing. However, when she did talk he listened. "I think that it would be cool if I couldn't die."

"It's not." He told her as he took a drink from his glass.

"I think it would be. Even though you would have to watch the people that you care about die, there would be things that you could do means you couldn't die."

"Like what?"

"Well, for starters you could help people. You could learn what you always wanted to learn. You could live the way you want to live. See the places that you want to see. See things that millions of other people couldn't. Like flying cars, or living on Mars."

"Mars isn't a very good place to live, plus the people there aren't that friendly. And for all that other stuff I've already done it."

"Okay…maybe there are other places that you haven't been to, that you would want to see." Angela said as she tried to figure out what Jack had meant by the Mars thing.

"I can't," He held up his wrist, and showed her a leather band that seemed to have a watch looking thing on it. "The doctor disabled it from time travel so I can only teleport to different place in the same time."

"The Doctor?"

"Yeah, he's good friend of mine…even though he did leave me after I died and Rose brought me back." He started to ramble a little but Angela didn't mind. "So I've been stuck here since 1862, found out that I couldn't die in 1892, and so I rebuilt Torchwood 3."

"Wait…1862?"

"Yeah! That would make me…146 years old."

"You look good."

He laughed, "Thanks." He smiled at her and even though there was silence between them it was comfortable. Then there was a rumble. "What's your favorite food?"

She looked at him square in the eye, "What's your?"

"I asked you first."

"So. If I answer yours will you answer mine?"

Jack thought for a few seconds, "Fine."

"Okay." She thought for a while and then answered. "Mac n' cheese."

"Cheese ravioli."

"Umm, that sounds good." She said as she licked her lips.

"Do you want some?" He asked as he stood up.

"You have some?"

"Yupe." He walked out of the room and then before Angela could get up to help, he came walking back in with two plates full of delicious ravioli. Eating a late dinner or if you want to call it, an early breakfast means it was around two in the morning. They asked each other questions. Like what's your favorite place? Or your favorite thing to do? Nevertheless, after they had eating about two plates each, Angela had fallen back to sleep. Jack didn't want to move her until he needed so he just covered her with a blanket and waited until 6:30 when his team would arrive.

Before the noise could reach Angela's ears, Jack had carried her into the room she was in last night and set her in bed. Coming out, he found all of his team was already there and working, so he also went to work. However, every once in awhile he would check on Angela to see if she was okay. Coming around eleven, Jack put his jacket on and walked over to Gwen. "Could you keep an eye on her, while I go get some stuff from her parent's home."

"Yeah. How is she doing?" She asked as she set some papers aside.

"She woke up in the middle of the night, and we had some food and did a little twenty questions…well, it was actually 50 questions. But who cares."

"50 questions? Doesn't that get pretty personal?" Gwen asked him, wondering why he would tell a girl things that he wouldn't tell his team.

"Yeah it did get kind of personal, but it was okay."

"What's her favorite food?"

"Mac n' cheese."

"I'll make her some lunch well you are gone."

"Thanks." Then he walked out as he pressed buttons on his vortex manipulator, and then he was gone.

As Gwen came into Angela's room, she steadied a bowl of cheesy Mac n' cheese. Coming to her side, she put her hand on her shoulder and gave a little shake. "Hey, I made you some lunch." However, what Gwen did not expect was that when Angela would open her eyes that she would freak out from seeing a person she didn't know, in a place where she only knew who Jack was. But that wasn't the only thing that happened, what also happened was that lightning came shooting out of her hands and had hit Gwen, sending her flying out the door. However, with the energy that came with the lightning , the door flew shut as well.