Right, thanks to everyone who read the first chapter and thanks to Torchwood Cardiff for reviewing! I've had a bit of trouble getting this chapter to work out the way I had planned it in my head. Anyway I hope you enjoy it.

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It had been two days since Cerian had turned up and Owen had to admit things were beginning to get a little weird. For the past two days, everyone (except for himself and Ianto) had been acting differently and this situation was beginning to creep him out.

The most recent incident was when they had been deciding where to go for lunch. Owen had suggested going to Demiros which everyone knew was both Tosh and Gwen's favourite restaurant so when Cerian suggested going to Cosmo instead, Owen was surprised when Tosh and Gwen sided with Cerian and they all ended up sat around a table in Cosmo.

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Ianto didn't like Cerian at all. Since she had arrived Jack had been becoming more and more distant from the team and his usual confidence and annoying grin had been fading away. For the past day, Jack had spent almost all of his time up in his office only emerging when the rift alarm went off or when he was in desperate need of coffee.

Something weird was going on and Ianto was determined to find out what it was. After many hours of detective work, Ianto finally realised he couldn't do it alone. As Owen was the only one acting normal, Ianto would have to ask him for help.

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Owen sat at his desk, bored. For the past couple of days, apart from Cerian turning up and everyone starting to act differently, nothing exciting had happened. Owen picked up the coffee Ianto had made him a few minutes ago, trying to think about how to get the team back to normal. "Owen," the sudden voice from behind him made Owen jump, spilling hot coffee all over him. Owen winced as the liquid burnt his skin.

"Damn it Ianto," Owen snapped, he grabbed some tissue and attempted to dry his clothes off. "Did you really have to sneak up on me like that?"

"Sorry," Ianto apologised quickly. "But something is right with the others."

"Way to point out the obvious," Owen muttered. "What do you want me to do about it?"

"Help me," Ianto shrugged.

"Do what?" Owen frowned. "Did you just ask me to help you?"

"Fine, if you don't want the proper team back," Ianto turned, preparing to walk off.

"What's your plan?" Owen asked. Ianto smiled and turned round.

"I don't have one," he admitted.

"Fantastic," Owen muttered, turning back to his computer screen.

"It must be something to do with Cerian though," Ianto pulled Tosh's chair up to Owen's desk and sat on it. "Because it started when she arrived. Check the CCTV from the night she arrived." Owen began to type, then stopped. He stared at the computer screen in horror.

"That can't be right," he spoke quietly, staring at Ianto. "They haven't been recording."

"It's pretty much impossible to stop the cameras from recording," Ianto frowned. "We seem to be under attack." Owen nodded and started typing again. "What are you doing?"

"Searching Cerian Edwards," Owen answered.

"She'd have set a website up or something," Ianto shook his head. Owen wasn't going to find anything.

"Now that's weird," Owen said. "In the whole 25 years of her life she has never gone to hospital."

"Maybe she moved here from a different country," Ianto shrugged.

"This is a worldwide database," Owen explained before bringing Cerian's Torchwood profile up on screen. "If you look at her Torchwood profile she was supposedly born on 5th May 1984. Now let's look back at the database. Oh what a surprise! No Cerian Edwards was born on 5th May 1984."

"So she has either given us a false name or is in fact an alien," Ianto concluded. "I'm going with the alien option." Owen stood up. "Where are you going?"

"To confront her," Owen replied simply as if it was obvious.

"No," Ianto argued. "We can't let her know what we suspect. We don't have enough proof." Owen stared at Ianto in disbelief.

"Were you listening to anything I just said?" Owen exclaimed.

"Yes and she could easily give a clear explanation to why she lied about her name or date of birth," Ianto pointed out. "You need to analyse her blood."

"And what are you going to do?" Owen questioned.

"Find out exactly how Jack met her," Ianto replied he stood up and made his way to Jack's office, leaving Owen alone.

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When Owen looked around the hub, he realised that Cerian was nowhere in sight. Surprisingly, Gwen was in the room and wasn't running around chasing after Cerian which Owen suspected Tosh was doing at this precise moment. Owen decided to ask Gwen where Cerian was so walked over to her. Gwen must have heard him coming, as without looking up she spoke.

"What do you want Owen?" Gwen asked. Owen was surprised by the sound of Gwen's voice. She sounded annoyed and tired. Gwen was known for being energetic and patient.

"I was wondering if you knew where Cerian is," Owen answered Gwen quickly, wanting to get his conversation with Cerian over and done with as fast as possible. If he was honest he was slightly worried that if he spent to long with Cerian he'd become like Gwen and Tosh and sworn over her or become like Jack and very distant from the team.

"Why do you want to know?" Gwen shot at him, finally looking at Owen. "I know you don't like her."

"I just need her blood sample for the store," Owen replied truthfully after deciding that it was probably best to be as honest as possible.

"I think she went down to the archives," Gwen shrugged before turning back to her work. Owen was surprised with Gwen's answer. Why would anyone in their right mind want to go down to the archives?

"Thanks," Owen smiled at the back of Gwen's head before turning to go down to the archives.

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Ianto knocked on the door of Jack's office before pushing the door open gently. Jack was sat in his chair, staring out into the far distance. "Sir?" Ianto spoke slowly. "Are you okay?"

"So many deaths," Jack spoke without even looking at Ianto. His voice was dark and angry, unnerving Ianto and causing him to shudder. "So much darkness." This wasn't like Jack at all. Something had definitely happened to him and watching Jack speak with so much anger made Ianto even more determined to find out what was going on.

"Listen to me, sir," Ianto ordered. "You need to tell me exactly how you met Cerian."

"I was weevil hunting," Jack replied to Ianto but didn't look at him; instead he continued to stare out into the distance. "I chased one down the alleyway. It was determined to get away, more determined than any before. It knocked me to the ground, it tried to kill me. I kept on dodging. But it wasn't going to give up. I gave up and lay there waiting for it to strike but the strike never came. I opened my eyes and she was stood there, above me, smiling. I asked her how she scared it away, she didn't answer me but then I realised how good she'd be on the team and brought her back her."

"Thank you sir," Ianto smiled before backing out of the door.

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Owen entered the archives and saw Cerian looking through some files. "What are you doing?" he asked. Cerian span around and stared at Owen. She held up the files she was reading.

"I'm looking at previous reports," she explained with an innocent smile. It was the type of smile that annoyed the hell out of Owen but he ignored it. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, I need a blood sample," Owen told Cerian.

"What for?" Cerian frowned.

"It's protocol," Owen explained. "Each member of the team needs to have a blood sample taken. Don't ask me why – I have no clue."

"Erm, okay," Cerian agreed. "When do you want to take it?"

"Now would be best," Owen replied, pulling a needle out of his pocket. He wasn't going to let her have time to make her blood look human. "I have all the equipment we need with me."

"Sure, I'm ready," Cerian pulled her annoying smile again. She rolled up her sleeve. Owen was confused; maybe he and Ianto had jumped to the wrong conclusion. Cerian didn't seem to mind giving away blood samples. Owen jabbed the needle into her arm and waited for the blood to fill the tube. When he had taken enough blood he pulled the needle out and gave Cerian a cotton bud.

"Hold that against your arm to stop the bleeding," Owen said as he placed the needle into his pocket. Then he turned and left, praying the blood sample with give him some idea to what he and Ianto were facing.

-TW-

Okay, I'm not very confident with how this chapter began but the ending part seems a bit better. Please review telling me what you think and remember Constructive Criticism is welcomed.

Thanks for reading!