Get the job:

I found him tonight. I found Captain Jack Harkness, head of Torchwood 3. He was by himself in a park in downtown Cardiff wrestling with a weevil. I'd done a summary of the weevil threat in metropolitan populations a few months ago. It was one Alonso actually had not lost. I wonder what happened to Alonso. So many people went missing that day… I'd never actually seen a weevil before last night, let alone anyone fighting one unarmed. He was not attractive; the weevil, not Captain Harkness. I hope I managed to make some kind of an impression.


There is a pterodactyl nesting in an empty parking lot on the bay. I found him when I was looking for an alternate location if we can't get into Torchwood 3. He seems a little undernourished. I tried him with a chicken from the market, but he seems to want his food to move. I then tried him with a chocolate I had in my pocket, that, he liked. It took a while, but he lets me get closer to him each time I try. Maybe he's had some bad experiences with people. Caution seems to be the key.

I found Captain Harkness again at the Millennium Center. I brought him coffee. He seemed to like it, but I'm concerned that he doesn't like me. He listed my life history like a grocery list. It sounded fairly pathetic, even to me, and I was the one who had lived it. That he had researched me, I hoped that it meant that he was interested, but all it meant was that I wasn't considered a threat. He told me that he essentially wouldn't hire me if I were the last person on Earth. He says I'm not worth a chance because I used to work at Torchwood 1. I sat a computer all day. What does he think we did there? What did we do there? Not the best start. I'm going to have to try harder to be impressive.

The pterodactyl still won't eat anything besides chocolate. I tried putting the chicken on a string and pulling it around the parking lot. He followed me, but still wouldn't eat it. I'm pretty sure he was laughing at me. Maybe he wants something other than poultry. He is an avian creature after all. I'll go see what else is on special at the market.

I came back to find a group of kids throwing rocks at the pterodactyl this afternoon. I gave them 5 quid each to leave. Then I managed to lure him into an abandoned warehouse with the pork chops I had bought. This time the string worked much more satisfactorily. This dinosaur can eat. Our money is now almost all gone. If I can't find an answer soon, I'm going to loose Lisa. Now I've adopted a stray pterodactyl, finding a permanent place is going to be even harder.


I couldn't stand the feeling of a suit after that last day at Torchwood Tower. Every time I looked at my work clothes I could see the fighting, the dying, the blood and the death. Torchwood requires proper attire. I learned that the first day of orientation. Professional people dress professionally, and Torchwood only hires professionals. I was an idiot, showing-up and stalking Captain Harkness in casual clothes. Every day at the Tower, I wore a proper suit, why would I ever think that Torchwood Cardiff would be any different? Maybe I'm going about this the wrong way. Maybe I need to treat this like a proper job interview, a CV and an appointment.

Reading what I've written above, I realize I'm just making excuses. Captain Harkness just doesn't like me and he never will. Why should he? I've destroyed everything because I wasn't good enough, I wasn't helpful enough, I wasn't clever enough. I've betrayed Lisa. I'll never be able to help her and she is going to die.

I couldn't face Lisa. I had gone to interview for a job that was listed in the paper. It wasn't a very impressive place, but we're out of money and if I can't get something going, we'll be out of a place to stay. I don't think the interview went well anyway. I really wasn't prepared when they asked me why I had left my former employer. I should have been ready. I wasn't. I couldn't bear to tell Lise that I'd failed her. I went to check on the pterodactyl. He isn't looking well at all. I don't have any more money for chops. Now he won't let me get as close. He seems reluctant to fly and he holds his head at a strange angle. If I don't find someone to help, he isn't going to make it. His feelings against me or not, I think Captain Harkness is the only hope.

When I saw the black SUV heading straight for me tonight, I was certain Captain Harkness was going to run me down. He stopped, though. He told me to get out of town. I've never had anyone hate me so much. He wouldn't let me get a word in, but I knew that if I couldn't get his attention, the pterodactyl would surely die tonight. He finally heard me. I think that perhaps all he heard was 'pterodactyl' but it was enough. I took him to the warehouse. The only kit he had was a rather impressive hypodermic needle with a neuro- sedative. The man who would go up against a weevil unarmed was now going up against a dinosaur with only a sedative. The pterodactyl was rather upset that I brought someone new. After a quick aborted attempt we tried again. I have to say he smelt incredible; Captain Harkness, not the pterodactyl. He said it was 51st century pheromones. Where did Torchwood get 51st century pheromones? He smelt like spice and the sea and… and we went in with the pterodactyl again. The Captain wanted to act as a decoy and have me inject the sedative, but I knew he would never let a stranger get that close. It had to be me. I showed him my secret weapon… the chocolate bar. It worked, at first. The pterodactyl was only distracted briefly. The Captain lunged at him and grabbed him by the leg as he took off. It was amazing! The pterodactyl flew all around the warehouse, but the Captain held on and managed to inject the sedative. In just a few seconds, the pterodactyl started to slip into sleep. As I saw the Captain let go and start to fall to the floor I thought he would certainly break something important, so I maneuvered under him to break his fall. Then I could see that the pterodactyl was falling from the air, right where we were lying on the ground. I rolled over out of the way, taking the Captain with me. We must have looked ridiculous lying there. We laughed like we were friends for a moment before I realized…Before… When... I knew I had to leave before I ruined the moment, or he reminded me I was to leave town, or one of a million other horrible things that always happen. I had helped save the pterodactyl, but I had failed Lisa. I got up to leave when Captain Harkness told me "I'll see you in the morning." He also said that he liked my suit I couldn't look at him. I knew if I did I would probably cry.