Author's Note: Wazzup! Sorry for taking so long to update, things were crazy. Hope that you guys like this as much as the first chapter. This is un-beta-ed, all mistakes are my own. Special thanks to all of my reviewers and silent stalkers, keep it up guys!

Disclaimer: *bestfriend attack computer and edited this disclaimer for humor :D* If 'Kayn' owned Torchwood then A. Gwen would be dead and buried, B. Ianto would be hers, all hers, and C. John Hart would be MYNEEE!!! Rawr. Just cause she loves meh~ *xXBlueDazeXx wuz here*

There were several things that were now clear to me.

One, something obviously wasn't normal. You don't just wake up one day and heal like any other bloke, then the next morning you're Wolverine. Two, the only rational explanation was that I came in contact with something while I was in the Torchwood hub and got some kind of side affect. Three, Tad said I was grounded until my nose and hand were better. Well, they're better.

I got dressed as quick as I could and grabbed my spare set of car keys, grabbing my cell as well, just in case Tad came home to find me gone and went on one of those rants of his. I locked the door behind me, practically ran down the stairs, and jumped into my car. I needed to get to the hub as soon as possible, just in case what was wrong with me would spread. I was raised as a Torchwood child, and alien threats were always in the front most of my mind. *and here :P*

I arrived at the hub in record time and didn't even bother using the front door. I ran onto the invisible lift and waited for it to take me down into the depths of Torchwood. It shook, then started to downwardly move. I sat down and crossed my legs, the ride down being very slow. You would think that an exit point to a society that saves the world on a daily basis would have faster access to the outside world. Huh.

"What are you doing here?!" That would be Tad. The lift finally made its way to the ground floor and I stood up, hopping off. I flashed a smile and held up my hand.

"You said that until I was fixed, I was grounded. Well." I pointed to my nose as well.

A strange look crossed Tad's face and he ran his hand through his hair before placing his hands on his hips, pacing. Jack took that moment to bound into the conversation, and stopped, a surprised look on his face.

"Owen," He yelled. "Please tell me you found some alien medicine that heals injuries really fast."

"No." Owen's voice said as he poked his head around from the autopsy bay. "Why do – bloody hell!"

"That's what I said!" I exclaimed.

--Torchwood--

I swung my legs back and forth while I sat on the autopsy table, totally and completely bored out of my mind. Owen had gone to get the results from his computer over twenty minutes ago, with his only instructions for me being 'stay put.' Well, after waiting so long, (yes, 20 minutes is very long) I decided I was tired of just staying put and I jumped down, off to hunt down the doctor or anyone else, really, that would explain to me why I was healing so fast.

I tip-toed through the hub, stopping when I came near the glass-paneled conference room. Damn, they were in there. To get close enough to hear them, I would be in direct sightline. It wouldn't do. Instead, I turned around and silently entered Jack's office, which was out of line of sight of the conference room. I turned his computer on and hesitated when I saw a password screen pop up.

Another damn.

I rested my fingers on the keys, waiting for my mind to run through all the possible passwords it could be. I automatically ruled out the obvious ones, and was on my way through combining different numbers when my fingers glided over the keyboard and the password was accepted. I sat there, frozen in shock for several seconds, trying to figure out exactly how I knew that. I put that problem aside for a later solving time and searched for the CCTV. Finding it, I pulled up the two feeds in the conference room and zoomed in on the individual faces. There was no audio, but as I stared at their lips, I was suddenly able to read what they were saying. Talk about creepy.

'We can't tell her.' That was Tad.

'We can't just lie to her either, Ianto. She's almost of age anyway.' Jack.

'Well, one things for sure, she can't go out on her own. Not with her results being like this.' What the hell was Owen talking about?

'My predictions don't look good either, Jack. I know you and Ianto wanted to wait, but she's started too soon.' Tosh too? Was there something wrong with me that they all knew? Did I have some kind of disease or something? I noticed that the meeting was coming to an end and I exited out of the CCTV, logging out of Jack's computer and running as stealthily as possible back to the autopsy bay, where I resumed my earlier position. However, the conversation that I had 'heard' ran over and over again in my head. Speaking of that, how did I do that? I never knew how to read lips before, everything was way too weird.

I looked up as I heard a door slam. Owen was the only one who walked toward me, and I saw both Jack and Tad walk into his office, neither of their faces looking happy. This wasn't going to go well.

"What's going on? What's wrong with me?" I asked with a voice that I hoped didn't sound too desperate. They were starting to scare me.

Owen cleared his voice and gave a weak smile, a file that I was almost sure was mine being held very close to his chest. "Uh, Jack wants to see you."

I raised my eyebrow and hopped off the examination table. Again. "Alright. Don't have to act all weird."

I walked into Jack's office with a feeling of dread growing inside of me. The view I was met with didn't do anything to qualm my fears. Jack was sitting in his chair, his jacket hung up, his arms crossed on his chest. Tad stood behind him, his hands thrust deep in his pockets, looking down and not meeting my eyes. "Sit."

Seemed like Jack forgot how to make multiple syllable words. I thought of a snappy remark, but swallowed it. Instead, I sat down in the uncomfortable-looking chair and squirmed a little.

"Katylin Lisa Harkness-Jones." Jack whispered the name and nothing else. It was like he was trying to hold onto something. I frowned, and for some reason my eyes started to prick with undefined tears.

"Tad? What's going on?" I asked, and he gave a weak smile.

"We…have something to show you." He finally said and gestured toward Jack's computer screen, which he had turned around so that I could view it. There was an old CCTV tape paused. From the date on the bottom of the screen, it was taken six years ago on my birthday. I was ten, the year that I was adopted by the Torchwood family. At least, that's what I thought.

Jack hit the play button, and I watched a scene from my life six years ago.

The screen was pretty much empty. A back alley, a few bags of trash, maybe a few mice crawling along, I couldn't tell, the tape was a bit fuzzy. Then, Jack ran into the tape, looking like he did at that very moment. His military coat was flapping around, showing just how strong the wind was blowing. He had his finger up to his comm, probably talking to the rest of the team. Then, the screen turned a blinding white, and I had to squint my eyes. When the scene cleared, everything looked the same.

Except for a ten year old child splayed out on the alley floor.

Jack rushed toward the child, his gun out, finger on the trigger. Then, I guess he decided that whatever it was wasn't a threat and re holstered his gun before bending down, picking the child up in his arms. He was yelling some words now, probably for an ambulance, or for the Torchwood van to come get him. The Captain took a look around him one last time and glanced down at the child in his arms before disappearing off the screen.

The tape ended, the computer screen becoming all fuzz. I tore my eyes away as I felt tears roll down my cheeks. Tears that were made because of that video, because I now know why these strange things were happening.

"T-that was me, w-wasn't it." I choked out.

"You came out of the rift." It was Jack's voice, but I wasn't looking at him. My gaze was stuck on Tad's as I wondered why he didn't tell me. Why no one ever told me that I wasn't from here. That I didn't belong. "You were almost dead, horrible wounds, muttering under your breath about how they were all murdered, that there was no hope. We brought you back and had Owen look at you. According to the readings that Tosh got…we concluded that you were from a different dimension."

"That I'm an alien, you mean." I spat, the shock gone, replaced with anger, hurt.

"No, you are human." Tad spoke up, looking me directly in the eyes. "Just…more advanced."

"What?" I whispered, not trusting myself to speak any louder.

"Human's use 6 percent of their brain, average. You're brain was at least 10 percent active, and growing." Jack explained. "Owen did some work, and figured out that by the time you were 16, your brain would start to be able to do more things than just think."

I shook my head, standing up from my chair, not allowing myself to believe. "I'm an alien…so why didn't you just lock me up in your bloody cells? Study me, or kill me?!" I was yelling now. Then, it all clicked into place, like my life was one big puzzle and I had just figure out all the itty bitty pieces. It all made so much sense now.

"You were. This whole thing, my life, was all one big experiment, wasn't it? You don't love me, never did. You just wanted to observe me…." I backed out of the room, my tears flowing more freely now that my heart was broken. "You never loved me!"

"No, Kat!" Tad –no, Ianto, called, stepping toward me. The look on his face was one of hurt, and for a moment my idea crumbled in my head. Then I saw Jack's hand curl around his lover's arm, stopping him from pursuing me, and I turned and ran.

I ran past Owen and Tosh, past the autopsy bay, past all the memories I had from the last six years of my life. I ran through the cog door, through the tourist office, outside to the world. I jumped into my car, jammed the keys into the ignition, and sped off. Sped off into the unknown, not wanting to stop until I got there.

--Torchwood--

The unknown happened to be only several miles out of Cardiff, seeing that my gas tank had been almost empty that morning to begin with. While I was pulled off at a gas station filling up, my fingers ran over my phone, my mind willing them to press the buttons, to call someone. Part of me wanted to wake up and find myself in bed with a broken hand and bloody nose. But I knew that wouldn't happen, because I was awake and lost. Lost in a dimension that I didn't belong in.

They didn't have to lie to me, tell me I was adopted from a children's home. I listened to the fabrication of how Tad wanted something more, and how Jack agreed, and they went to the children's home and saw me and it was love at first sight. I gobbled it up, and believed every word until a few hours ago.

Alien. I'm a fucking alien.

Alien doesn't always mean from outer space. It is something that doesn't belong, that doesn't have a place in wherever it is. Like me. I may have been human, but I wasn't the kind of human that inhabited this version of Earth. It should have baffled me, confused me, but it all made sense. I guess that, deep down, I knew I was different.

I looked at my contacts in my cell phone. So few of them. I scrolled down until I found Derek's number and I pressed the dial button. He didn't answer. I left him a message that, basically, said that I was sorry, but I don't think we will work out after all. I didn't give him a reason. I went through the rest of my contacts, but didn't find anything I was looking for. I needed someone to talk to, someone to sit down with and say everything I wanted to say, someone who would listen and not be flabbergasted by the aliens or me and nod and say they understood.

But the only people who I could tell were the ones who I was running from.

I was jolted back to reality by the click of the gas nozzle, claiming that my tank was full. I replaced the hose back in its rightful position and climbed into my car, starting the engine. I buckled in and glanced in the back mirror before putting the car into drive, and almost screamed.

"Hello luv." Said the man sitting in the back seat of my car.

"My name's John Hart."

*best friend edit: :D Me again to annoy my fwiend and you all ^.^ JOHN HART. WOOOOO!!! Say it with meh! James Marsters is divorced!!! OH YESSS!!! Back in business.

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