Ok folks here it is. Just so you know Friday will be update night :) BTW it was taken down a few minutes ago because it made half of it italics :)
A scream rang out as Castiel doubled over, a bullet hole in his abdomen, but as Gwen finished screaming Castiel stood up straight. Within seconds he was at the man's side, he removed the gun from the hand and threw it to Dean. By this time Gwen had hurried over to Castiel, mouth open, but she recovered enough to pull out some handcuffs and safely handcuffed the man. It had become a habit since joining Torchwood to carry handcuffs.
Gwen pulled out her phone and dialled 999. "Police, please," she said, "Tell them it's Gwen Cooper and I would like to report a man with a gun… You've been notified of the shots?... Yes, nobody was hurt… No, he no longer has the gun, we disarmed him… Yes, I'm authorised to do that… Yes, I knew the risks, he is cuffed and is awaiting official arrest… Yes, now please hurry up!" Gwen hung up, "Well, that was stressful."
Gwen walked over to Cas and looked at the hole in his shirt, and it's bloody frayed edges. "We need to get you inside; we can't have you walking around like that, come with me." The bossy welsh woman walked slowly across the plaza, leading the strange party towards the bay. Dean and Sam kept their hands on their guns, always ready for action.
Dean held the man's gun awkwardly, wondering what was wrong with the woman. She had just seen Castiel get shot, but then she had just walked over to his shooter and arrested him. What the hell was wrong with her? Dean turned to Cas. "Let's go with her, I want to know what she knows and why she didn't react." Castiel nodded and they sped up.
Unknown is the others Dean's hand was in his pocket, not just for his gun. He was holding the pendant. It was warm to his touch. He could feel the power coming from it, emanating into his body. Dean's fingers twitched, he wanted to put it back around his neck.
"Dean." Came Sam's voice, "You okay? You zoned out."
"Yeah, sorry Sam, 'm fine." Dean replied snapping out of it. They had reached the bay and they were stood outside of the tourist office.
"Why are we here?" Castiel asked, cocking his head to one side.
"This is where I work." Smiled Gwen.
"In the tourist office…" said Dean raising his eyebrows.
"No, actually, I have permission to bring guests to lunch today." Said Gwen, an air of superiority about her.
Gwen reached around the top of the table and pushed a hidden button. The door slid back from the wall, revealing the dark passage behind. Dean looked at his brother and nodded. They moved behind Gwen and followed her down the passage.
Castiel followed like a ghost.
Silent and vigilant.
Gwen led them to a lift into which they all crammed in. It was a tight squeeze but they managed it. As the lift juddered and groaned Dean had to ruin the silence.
"Well, this is cosy."
Everybody ignored him but the atmosphere was less tense.
The lift doors clanged open after what felt like an hour. As they slid back they revealed a large cog door. Gwen walked over to it and swiped a security pass into the scanner. She glanced up at a camera and nodded subtly.
The door rolled open and as the interior was revealed, Castiel doubled over. He stumbled forward into the magnificent base, hands clutching his stomach.
"Cas, what's wrong?" asked Dean, concerned.
"I… don't… know…" Cas finished his sentence gasping, hands on his stomach. His blood colouring his hands. Dean ran to Castiel's side and threw the angel's arm over his shoulder.
"What is with your base lady? What is it doing to Cas?" Dean said angrily. Sam pulled out his gun and aimed it at Gwen. Gwen reacted instinctively, reaching her hands around to her back she pulled out the gun that was concealed there. Sam froze, they had reached a stalemate. Who could shoot first? Sam lowered his gun. She had said that she worked here, the signs that she had been giving off all throughout the night were subtle but clear. Even Sam had noticed them, and he was distracted with the devil in his head. Gwen Cooper was one of a team.
"I swear, I have no idea what the hub is doing to him. And I also don't know why he was shot tonight. All I know is when you 'arrived' tonight, you set off the rift alarms. I was sent up to do the leg work, and to bring you down here to see if you were a threat to Earth."
Sam, Dean and Castiel looked confused. What rift? And how were they meant to be a threat to Earth? For God's sake the defended the damn planet.
Dean looked over at Gwen, "Where the hell is your team then?"
"Right here, genius." Came the reply, the tone was sarcastic, the accent English, no distinctly...London.
Dean attempted to crane his neck to see out from under Cas and Sam stepped forward. In front of them stood a man. He wore a white lab coat, and had one bandaged hand. His face wore a slight frown and it was clear he was glaring at the visitors.
"Gwen, smooth the way you got them down here. I knew I should have gone, too much for you to handle. Me, less fuss, probably less mess" he glanced at Castiel's coat, "and quicker too. You spent ages just watching."
"Sorry, Owen, there was a gunman in case you failed to notice. And not all of us are already dead." Oh that sunk deep, thought Dean. An involuntary wince passed over Owen face, no his whole posture shifted. He clenched his injured hand and the other moved to his chest.
"Stop bickering guys, you're giving a bad impression to the guests."
'Finally' thought Dean, 'a familiar accent.'
"Owen, you help the charming young man who has been shot and Gwen,... well Gwen you can show our guests around." The man turned, great coat swirling around him, he looked across to the other side of the roof where a young woman sat, previously unnoticed. "Toshiko, I thought that you had gone home for the night, you should you have had a rough few nights."
She spoke for the first time, quietly. "No, Jack sorry but it is best that I work through it. I put you guys through hell too, but I have to make up for it."
Jack nodded then turned his head up and shouted, "Ianto, can you work some coffee magic?"
"Yes sir, anything else sir? Oh and do you want me to feed Myfanwy?" came the disembodied voice from somewhere above.
"Yes, please, if you would. Oh and Ianto later I think that the archives need straightening up, I could help..."
Sam blanched, Dean looked confused, Gwen blushed and Cas moaned in pain as he slowly bled out. Hang on. Cas. Dean looked across at him as the blood began to pool.
"Oi, London, can you help him!?" Dean half yelled, half pleaded. And Owen shot him a look that could kill.
"It's Owen. Not 'London', or 'Doc'. Two syllables I'm sure even you can manage it ." Owen fired the same comeback as Gwen had when they had first met. He smirked, it had the desired effect. A look of pure fury overtook Dean.
"Fine, OWEN, can you help him or not." The doctor looked over at the angel and sighed, although did not look overly concerned. He walked over to the angel and helped Dean to pull him to the medical bay. He muttered something that sounded like, 'I don't have to like the patients', as he assumed his Doctor poise.
"Luckily for you, yes. My team have recently … acquired an artefact that will heal him. Or at least the flesh wound. Any damage on the inside I don't know. This technology is, as of yet, untested."
Dean groaned, untested great, but he nodded anyway. As long as it saved Cas. Owen lay Castiel's prone form onto the table, mainly used for autopsies. He turned around and bent over the medical kit that he always had out in case of emergencies. He pulled out a laser like instrument.
"Ok, when I said untested, I meant on a living body. We rarely use this and if we do, only in autopsies. Hold his shirt up over the wound will you. Good. Now this may hurt, a lot."
Owen pushed a button on the device and a laser shot out. It began cutting into Castiel's flesh.
"Bollocks wrong button, sorry mate." He said as Cas screamed. Owen switched the button again and the laser began to knit Castiel's skin back together. Both the elongated cut and the original bullet track.
Dean took Castiel's bloody hand and squeezed it reassuringly. He then shot a look at Owen that, if looks could kill, would have hand a pile of smoking Owen-dust on the floor of the autopsy bay. How ironic.
Cas sat up. He blinked like an awakening kitten and looked around at Dean. He cocked his head and said,
"Your charm is glowing." Dean looked down to see that it was indeed glowing. It was the one that was supposed to track God.
"Does that mean...? "
"I don't know. Where are we? It's all a bit...fuzzy"
"Fuzzy like when you tried to become God, that you blocked, or fuzzy like when you drank the liquor store?"
"Liquor store fuzzy..."
"Alright so... pain." Cas winced.
"Pain."
"O...K..., as for where we are, I wasn't listening. It's big though."
Owen watched the reunion.
"You're in Torchwood. Outside the government, way beyond the police and founded by the crown. We secure threats to the world, well extra-terrestrial threats any way, and investigate the alien." came Jack's voice.
"...Aliens." That was Sam. Ever the disbelieving one, not to mention the devil riding on the Captains shoulders, mouthing all of his words seconds behind him.
"Yes, Aliens. Don't believe me, fine I have a friend I want you to meet."
In the back of the police car, high above the hub, a criminal was being uncuffed. In fact he shook hands with the driver and left the car. A second man got out of the back of the car, he had tan trousers and a red jacket. He also had two guns strapped to his legs, and a long sword dangling from his belt.
He found it somehow... more comfortable tower wear this in Cardiff, he may bump into Jack. And he would want to be recognised. It just felt right. He strolled after the criminal, and they stopped not fifty feet from each other in the dark alley. Then the first man turned and walked slowly back towards the second.
"It's done. You were right. He is one of those you 'cannot die'. There are more of them then you thought. You only thought that there was that captain of yours, didn't you?" he pointed a finger at the follower, a bottle of alcohol in his hand. He grinned. "It's on, John. Or should I say Mr Don Stark."
Don/John smiled winked at the man and said,
"I know." With no warning John pulled out his gun and pulled the trigger. The 'drunken' shooter he had hired fell dead at his feet. "Oh I know."
With that he turned and walked away.
A smile on his lips.
Ok so this is beta'ed by vixxster2492 so not my mistakes this time :) I hope you liked it. The little bit at the end should become clear soon :)
(Beta Note- You should be grateful! I typed some of this fic out for you instead of doing my own then beta-d it for you!)
(AN... you were bored you kidnapped my note pad and forced me to let you beta... i'm the victim here.)
Reviews are appreciated x
Phoenix
