Note: I don't own anything related to Torchwood (unless you count the books I have)...Enjoy...
So you know part of the reason I'm here in Cardiff in a time when I'm still an idea in my parents' heads. I needed to come back, not just to save Owen (even though he's technically dead) and Tosh. What lay ahead for the surviving members of Torchwood 3 would be hard enough as is without dealing with their loss.
I don't know exactly if my interfering altered the time line greatly but I doubt it. At least for the other two major events coming up. The minor alien issues I could care less about but the Gray incident was one of the three that I came back to change.
I mostly stayed out of their way. Even with all their CCTV around the Hub and so called security measures getting into my workplace was never difficult. Especially since I don't think even Jack knows about the back way in. I would pop in occasionally to check on things but decided to live my life freely.
I found a job working at a club and had a flat above a terrific curry restaurant. About a month after settling in, I was coming out of the restaurant with dinner when I literally ran into a young man. I fell onto my arse and dumped the curry all over the sidewalk. He hadn't even looked at me before apologizing profusely.
"Would you stuff it already. It's as much my fault as yours. I wasn't looking where I was going. Now help me up and we'll forget this ever happened," I said.
Rather than help me up, he knelt down and started scooping up the ruined curry. After it was cleaned up, we threw out the containers and he held the door open when I turned to go back in to reorder.
"Again, I am truly sorry. Allow me to buy your replacement curry."
"Only if I can get your name. Mine is Ria."
"David."
Rather than hurry home, I joined David at a table and we talked. As he was describing the molecular biology courses he was taking at the university, I stared at him. His dark brown, nearly black, hair was all over the place and seemed off with the bright blue eyes he had. They lit up every time he spoke passionately about genetics or transgenic engineering. His eyes also gave away something else, the cause of his fascination.
"Who's your contact?" I asked suddenly.
"Huh? What do you mean?" his eyes betraying him again.
"I don't think it's someone in Torchwood unless it's not from the Cardiff branch. Maybe U.N.I.T."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Ria."
"The pig-man. I bet since you heard about that cross breed you've studied anything and everything you could on how it could possibly be. I bet you plan on going on to study medicine after you've finished or try to be recruited by one of the two sections of government that I mentioned. You want to see how, know how, and possibly create your own cross breed."
"Fine. Yes, I heard about the pig-man and I've been obsessed since. I finished the undergraduate degree I had been studying and then switched to molecular biology. It was my grandfather who let it slip one day. He's a Brigadier for U.N.I.T and had been trying to get me to join the family business since I was old enough to join. But joining the military didn't fascinate me but this does.
"So who is your contact?" he asked, trying to turn the conversation away from himself.
"I've helped Torchwood out a couple of times. I'm currently on leave from duty."
Since neither of us wanted to talk about it, we discussed literature and music. I slipped up once about a band that wouldn't be created for another 5 years but I don't think David caught on. We were having such a good time but the night was drawing to an end.
"Let me walk you home. Are you nearby?" he asked.
"Close," I smirked.
David held the door open as we left and took my hand in his once we were standing outside. He waited until I began leading him in the direction of my flat. We went around the corner of the building to a side door. I slipped my key into the slot and pulled him inside onto the landing.
"I'm right up the stairs to the left. I did tell you I lived close."
"But not right above the restaurant. I would like to see you again if that's OK."
"It's perfect. I'm working tomorrow night but come by the club and I'll treat you to a drink while you wait until I get off."
"I'll see you then."
David turned his thin but slightly muscular body away but I had one last thing to say before he left.
"David?"
He turned back around and I stared into his blue eyes.
"Forget about my Torchwood connection. We did not discuss anything related to aliens, Torchwood, or U.N.I.T."
I knew the implant worked when he turned and left. I slipped my sunglasses back on and entered my flat. My sunglasses are as special as my wristlet. It has a built in perception filter so with a light touch of my finger no one can see them or even feel them if they tried reaching for them. It was as if they weren't there when the filter is on. You would only see my green eyes lined in kohl.
