A/N:
• Thanks for the review of chapter 1 :) This is Part 2.
• Please review. Even if it is negative in a way(that just means it is constructive criticism) :)
• I'm American, so I don't know much about British currency and slang, so please help me if you either know it and/or you are British :D
• Sorry that this chapter is kind of short, but I wanted to leave off with the "twenty angels" cliffhanger and didn't know what else to put.
Jack and Roger walked into the Hub and all heads turned to peer at the latter. The man was 61, but he looked as if he were only in his early to mid-forties. It was all the excerise and running around that kept him in shape. It was surprising that he even made it past forty. The life expectancy of a Torchwood member – other than Jack, of course – was mid-thirties.
Gwen walked up and held out a hand, which Roger shook with a soft smile. "Hello. I'm Gwen Cooper."
"Hello, pretty lady. Back in the day there weren't any pretty girls in Torchwood. They were, and please excuse me saying so, wretched. But here, there's you and her. Wished I coulda' met you lot before the incident."
Owen merely waved hello, and Tosh smiled, her being busy working on the translation program. Ianto, however, handed him a cup of coffee. "What incident would that be, sir?"
Jack spoke up before he could answer. "He was attacked by an alien called the Weeping Angel. They are stone statues – or at least, they are until you look away. They have the perfect defense that when any biological optics of any sort lay sight on it, it turns to stone. When they look away or blink, it moves. If it catches you, it will drop you back in time. It could be by a day, or by more than a millenia."
Owen looked up. "Wait, so that means they kill you before you are even born? And that there are two of him?"
"Yes. In some situations, you die before you are born, and yes, there is a younger me living right outside of Cardiff for another thirty or so hours."
"And you want us to go there, stop the angel from ever taking you, and save the world?" Owen asked.
"Stop the angel, yes. Save the world, yes. Prevent me from being taken, no. I don't really regret it. I wonder what life I would have lived otherwise, but I had a happy life in the past."
########## 32 Hours, 47.19 Minutes Later ##########
The team packed up into the black SUV with a ton of equipment. Owen was behind the wheel. Jack rode shotgun. Gwen and Tosh were on either side of Roger. Ianto was in the back making sure there were no faults in the equipment. Jack was explaining the rules of confrontation for the angel.
"Guys. Rule number one: if you see it, you DO NOT look away. You call the rest of the team without blinking or turning back. Second, do not look it in the eye. If you do, you will slowly convert into an angel yourself. The third rule, no photographs of videos. That which holds the image of an angel is an angel itself. That is how they reproduce. Any questions?"
Ianto poked his head up. "Yeah, I might have one. Why do we need all six of us? I know you need Roger, but all of us?"
Jack looked at him through the rearview mirror. "I need all of us because this is one of the deadliest beings to ever exist. We need every set of eyes we can get."
The SUV pulled into the driveway of the home of what was once Roger Esselman, a home landscaper and gardener. Now, Roger Esselman of Torchwood is pulling up to save the house. They got out and started walking, but Roger stopped them.
"Guys, there's something you have to know. It's not just one angel. I took nineteen pictures last night before it took me. That makes twenty angels in total. I didn't know at the time about the images."
