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This chapter contains: Moderate language, laziness, shameless clichés, strange rodents and more groin-related injuries (slightly harder than last time, but still minor).

Summary

Torchwood recruit two new members. How will they fare as alienhunters? Romance, humour and psychotic women out to get Owen's privates. OCs, but all the other characters are there as well. Rated for language, violence and themes. Mostly Owen/OC and some Jack/Gwen.


Chapter Two

"Jack?" Tosh's voice rang out over the unusually quite halls of the hub. Nothing else was heard for a moment otherthan the clattering of feet against metal grills signalling that Jack had heard her.

He was two flights of stairs down (what exactly he was doing Tosh didn't know), but it only took him a few seconds to reach the source of the call. Tosh stood, yet again, at the computer screens, their blueish glow illuminating her features and reflecting off her glasses.

"Something at the hospital," She said as he appeared behind her. She pressed a few keys. "Rift activity, and hospital staff reported all their blood supplies have been tampered with. Going missing, and a few have...well, turned blue."

"Blue?" Jack said, raising his eyebrows. Tosh brought up the screen showing the rift activity.

"Blue," She confirmed, finally turning to face him. "One of the nurses claims to have seen something," The eye contact was brief as Tosh turned back to the monitors and tapped on the keyboard. A window came up on the screen, showing a photograph of a young woman with shoulder-length mousy-brown hair, wearing a nurse's uniform,alongside a section of text. "Catrin James, twenty-three years old. Been working at the hospital for about a year."

Jack examined the profile for a few moments. "I'll go talk to her." Just as he was raising his hand to his ear to use the com, the sound of smashing glass drifted up from downstairs, followed quickly by Jenny's voice.

"Owen!" She screeched. Jack smiled. "You idiot!"

"Well I wouldn't have bloody dropped it if you hadn't bored me to sleep blathering on about whatever it was you were talking about!" Owen shouted back.

"Blathering!" Jack could just imagine Jenny's face as she screamed again. "I was not blathering!"

"Hate to break it up, you two," Jack said on the com. The argument stopped abruptly. "But we have to go somewhere."

Silence.

"With Owen?" Jenny, standing in the medical room and glaring at Owen, wrinkled her nose.

"Yes, with Owen. Because I know how much you love each other."

Scarlet heard him say this as she entered her lab and laughed. Jenny pursed her lips, wishing she could mute the coms. As it was, she couldn't, so she said nothing.

"Where?" Owen said, bringing his heel down on a shard of glass, crunching it under his foot in an attempt to annoy Jenny. It worked.

"Can't someone else go?" Jenny pleaded, clenching her fists and trying to breathe deeply. She had only been at work for a couple of hours, but Owen had managed to piss her off already. To a staggering degree. It was taking nearly all her will power not to launch herself across the medical room and jab his eyes out with one of the shards of glass that now lay scattered across the floor.

"No, it's a hospital. Blood supplies being tampered with." Jack replied. Jenny sighed as Owen crushed another chunk of glass. "It'll be good bonding time, anyway."

She could hear Tosh laughing from upstairs. How can they find this funny?She opened her mouth to say something, then seemed to decide against it, and silently pushed past Owen and stalked away up the stairs. Owen gingerly rubbed his arm where Jenny had shoved him out of her way rather harder than necessary, then turned and followed her.The others avoided eye contact with each other, as an attempt to hold in their laughter. After a moment Scarlet let out a small cough and reminded Jack that he was supposed to be going with them.

Jack said his hasty good-byes, reminding Ianto to have the coffee made for their return, before hurrying after Owen and Jenny. He grimaced as he stepped out into the icy rain falling from the Cardiff skies. Bloody rain... never stops.

When Jack reached the SUV he found Jenny sitting in the front passenger seat with a smug look on her face, waving the car keys at Owen from behind the glass window.

"She's locked me out," whined Owen, his hair already soaked through. "I'm freezing my arse off out here, and the bitch won't let me in."

Jenny, who had unlocked the doors when she had seen Jack approaching, stuck her head out and said "He had the cheek to insult my driving skills, when he feels the need to travel at 80 miles an hour when he's just going to the shop to get tea bags."

"Oh just pack it in, both of you, and let me get out of this bloody rain." Jack snapped, though he was smirking. He walked round and climbed into the drivers seat, as Owen attempted to pull Jenny out of the passenger seat.

"Shift your arse, woman, that's my seat."

Jenny squeaked and kicked out, her high heel leaving a wet dirty mark on his jacket.

"Owen, in the back." said Jack without even looking up.

"But-"

"Now."


The rain was relentless - it soaked through their hair and clothes even in the short distance across the car park to the hospital. They stepped through the double doors into the hospital interior, Jenny with her arms folded tightly across her chest. She had made sure that Jack was standing in between her and Owen.

Of course, I had to choose today, didn't I? She sighed, her hand picking at the soaked white cloth of her shirt. She saw Owen glance at her out of the corner of her eye, but ignored it.

"I'm going to go stand under the hand-dryer," She announced, stalking off in the direction of the women's toilets. As she left, Jack and Owen exchanged a look and simultaneously rolled their eyes. She disappeared behind a door and they could hear the faint whirr of the hand-dryer.

She reappeared about five minutes later, considerably dryer. The two men, who had sat down while they were waiting for her, stood up.

"Catrin should be doing her rounds on floor five, apparently." Jack glanced over Jenny's shoulder as he spoke, looking at a small floor plan drawn up on the wall. "She mainly works in this ward, so she'll probably be around here," He continued, pointing to a ward on the map.

Owen looked closer. "Haematology," He read. "Sounds like fun."


The woman sitting behind the desk at the door of the Haematology ward looked up at the sound of their footsteps.

"You here to visit someone?" she asked, in a slightly bored voice.

"Sort of. We're here to see a nurse - Catrin James." Jack answered.

The woman raised her eyebrows slightly. "One second." she said, before turning and walking out through a door behind her. When she returned she was with a young nurse with mousy hair.

"Hello Catrin," said Jack, "We're from Torchwood." Catrin blushed as Jack shook her hand."It was reported to us that you saw something odd around the location where the blood stores were tampered with, do you think you could show us?"

"Um, yeah, its along here, if you want to follow me..." stuttered Catrin, not taking her eyes off Jack. Owen and Jenny rolled their eyes at each other as Jack flashed Catrinone of his winning smiles.

The three of them followed the nurse to a door leading off the ward. She punched a code into the panel at the side, then pushed it open and lead them into a room full of hospital equipment. She walked past a line of intravenous drips, towards a heavy metal door in the back wall. She opened it, pushing one of the drips against the door to keep it open, to reveal a small cupboard-likefridge built into the wall,with a tall rack inside where small clear bags were hanging. However, the bags were not filled with blood -in fact, most of them were not filled with anything.Only the top row actually had liquid inside, but it didn't look like blood at all. It was a blueish colour, and much thicker than blood. All the bags had rough holes torn in them, though the bags on the top row had slightly smaller holes and were only leaking slightly, and drops of the same blue-coloured liquid were dripping slowly from the plastic and landing on the floor.

"That rack is usually full of blood, but I came in to sort through the supplies this morning and it was like that." said Catrin, who seemed to have gotten over Jack presence quickly enough. "I was about to pull the rack out whenI heard this squeaking noise, and looked down and I saw loads of these little furry things, towards the back of the fridge. They lookeda bit like mice, only- only they were blue." She finished quickly, looking down at her shoes. "No one even believed me until after they'd seen the supplies for themselves. They still don't believe the bit about the mice - they think I was seeing things. I was actually supposed to go home about an hour ago and get some rest, but I said I was fine."

Owen moved past Catrin and wheeled the rack of bags out. They all peered into the now empty fridge, but nothing was there other than drops of blue liquid coating the floor.

"Looks like they've moved on," said Owen. He turned to Catrin. "I take it this isn't your only store of blood?"

"Oh no, we keep most of it down in the big fridges in the basement. This one is only for emergency cases on this ward. "Catrin had her hands clasped together nervously, looking between Jack and the empty bags. "We turned the temperature up in here, since there's no blood left. Saves energy."

Owen looked at Jenny and Jack. He opened his mouth to say something, then suddenly closed it, glancing pointedly atCatrin. Jack took the hint immediately.

"Thank you," he said, turning back to Catrin, "You've been very helpful. You can go back to your work now. We'll call you again if we need you."

Catrin gave a small smile and a nod, before walking back out to the ward. They watched her go, before turning to each other. Owen started again.

"Almost definitely alien. In all my years of medical school, I've never heard of anything that can do that to anything, especially not in one night."

"So what are we going to do with it?" asked Jenny. "It doesn't seem like it's that dangerous, it hasn't attacked anyone or anything."

"First we actually need to find it." Pointed out Jack."Them. Bloodsucking blue fluffy mice."

"And we're going to need Scarlet to work out what that blue stuff is..." said Jenny thoughtfully.

"Yeah, that's a good point." said Owen. Jenny looked at him in surprise. "Why don't you go back to the hub and pick her up, and leave the important stuff to the men who can actually do their job."

"Owen shut-" Jack began, but was cut off by Jenny.

"Well that would be better than getting you to go, at least I can drive! You know,when I was in my other job, I bet half the hit-and-run deaths that I looked at were killed in an accident that was your fault."

"That's enough!" shouted Jack. "I'll go and get Scarlet, you two stay here and look for the aliens."

And with that Jack strode out of the room, not looking back. Jenny sighed, then pushed past Owen, not looking at him. She bent over to examine the blue drops on the floor. Owen turned and watched her -or rather, watched her backside. He grinned to himself as he saw the waist band of her black lace thong peeking out the top of her jeans.

"Owen, come and look at this." Owen was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Jenny's voice. He checked that the drip propped up against the door was keeping it securely wedged open, then moved to where she was crouched, bending over her. He looked to where she was pointing. At the bottom of the right wall, a hole about the size of a mouse hole had been roughly cut away. If fact, it did look just like a mouse hole. The wires build into the lining of the fridge were nibbled through, and the trickling sound of a water pipe could be heard. Owen moved Jenny out of the way, pulling her out by her waist. He went into the fridge, and bent down to get a closer look at the hole.

"Careful Owen, that liquid..."

He looked at the floor. He had walked straight in it, he could see it on his shoes now...he shrugged. It didn't seem to be causing any harm. He went back to examining the hole. He heard, or rather felt, Jenny enter the fridge behind him.

"See anything?" she asked softly. She was half-scared that he was going to shout at her again.

"No..." He got up and turned to face her. "Lets try the basement." He put his finger to his ear. "Jack, we're going to look in the basement." Jack replied quickly to show he'd heard. Owen walked past her out of the fridge, moving the drip keeping the door open away as he went. He stood, holding the door open, waiting for Jenny to follow. Jenny, however, was looking down at the floor.

"There's something blue down there," She muttered.

"Where?"

"In that mouse hole." She walked into the fridge, squatting down by the hole and twisting her neck so she could see into it.

Owen strode back to her, trying to see past her head and watching the floor in case one of the mice came scuttling out.

"Oh, it's just a cable." said Jenny after a moment, straightening up.

However, before Owen could fully register what she had just said, they were plunged into darkness. Jenny squeaked in surprise, and Owen groaned out loud at his own stupidity - he had let the door go when he had walked in here. It had swung shut behind him, blocking out all the light. He turned and pushed on the door. Unsurprisingly, it didn't open. He felt for a handle, but there wasn't one, only cool smooth metal.

"Shit."

"Owen..." came Jenny's voice, sounding worried.

"It won't open."

"What do you meant it won't open!"

He heard her give the door a push as well, then a shoulder, then she was kicking it repeatedly.

"Stop!" He grabbed her shoulders to hold her still. "That door is solid metal, there's no way in hell we can break it down."

"So what do we do then!" She wriggled away from his grip.

"First we need light."

Jenny pulled her phone out of her pocket. The sudden light emitting from the screen made them both blink, but at least gave them the ability to see.

"Right..."Owen tapped at his ear piece, but was only met with a faint buzzing noise. "No signal." he muttered.

"None on the phones either." sighed Jenny, looking at the screen.

"God, I can't believe this..." Owen looked down at Jenny,who's face was illuminated by the light from the phone. Why do I have to be locked in a freezer with her? She sensed him looking, and looked up. Their eyes widened as they were both struck by the same thought. Oh my god, the dream is becoming real.

"I am NOT taking my clothes off, Owen!" said Jenny suddenly.

"I didn't ask you to." he snapped back.

Neither could think of anything else to say, so they remained silent for a moment, Jenny tightening her jacket around herself.


"Owen?" Jack pressed his finger to his ear, frowning as there was no response. "Jenny?" Mere static.

"There might not be any signal from the basement," Scarlet said from behind him. "It might be lead-lined or something. They might keep radioactive materials down there. For cancer treatment and things."

They were in the SUV, parked in the hospital car park. None of the team had heard anything from Jenny or Owen for about fifteen minutes. Not since they'd gone down to the basement. It wasn't like they hadn't tried to contact them, but all they got was static.

Jack wasn't too sure about the basement theory, but they had to go look anyway, so he jumped out of the car and locked it after Scarlet had followed suit.


"God, how could you have been so stupid!" Jenny cried for the tenth time in as many minutes. "Anyone else would have had the sense to hold the door open, but oh no, not Owen Harper, he's way too above everyone else to bother holding a door!"

"Shut up, you're using my oxygen." Owen was now sitting on the floor, watching Jenny's dimly illuminated figure gesture wildly.

"You don't deserve any bloody oxygen!"

"You know you'll die too when we run out of it." Owen pointed out. "God it's hot in here," He added, removing his jacket. Jenny had done so five minutes ago.

"Oh, and whose fault are both of those things?" Jenny screeched.

"Will you shut your mouth, woman? I've got a headache as it is."

Jenny took a breath. The air was thinning rapidly. She knew he was right, she shouldn't talk so much, but she was angry. Using up his air seemed to be a good revenge plan for the moment. Her own aching head was spinning and she was ridiculously hot, but she ignored it is as best she could.

"It's your fault, Owen," She stated angrily. "It's your fault we're stuck in this bloody fridge. Because you are too high and bloody mighty to hold open a door!"

"Hey, look-" Normally Owen would be on his feet, arguing right back at her, but today he was too hot and the air was too thin. However, with every word Jenny said, those things seemed to matter less and less.

"And now we're stuck in here, and Jack isn't even outside to let us out!"

That was it. He stood up and looked right at her, anger and annoyance evident on his face.

"Well if you didn't feel the need to have your little friend with you everywhere you go, he would be! You can't even deal with a stupid case like this without running to her for help!"

"I do NOT run to her for help! And I was handling this case fine before you locked us in this bloody thing."

"You do! You even got her to do the dirty work to get back at me for calling you a name!"

By this time Jenny was standing right up against Owen, anger blazing in her eyes as she looked up at his face. "I never told her to do anything! But we certainly did learn a lot that day, didn't we!"

To this, Owen had no retort. So he did the only thing he could think of to get out of it- he kissed her. Part of him didn't even think about what he was doing, the other part of him was on fire. Though he refused to admit it to himself, he had wanted to do this for ages. It was almost likea wayto gain control over her- he was used to women lusting after him, not putting up a decent fight and throwing whatever shit he gave them back with twice the force. He wanted to know why Jenny was different, different from all the other women who would have happily given in to him.
He put one hand in her hair, the other arm wrapped round her waist, pulling her to him. However it was over as quickly as it began when he felt Jenny pull back, pushing him away with a shocked expression on her face. She had dropped her phone during the kiss, the harsh light coming from the screen a lot dimmer now it was coming from the floor. She was breathing heavily,and wassearching desperately for something to say.

"You didn't mean to do that, right? It was a mistake..." She looked down, unable to meet his eyes. Heplace his handunder her chin, lifting her head.

"No it wasn't." He leant forward and kissed her again, and this time she didn't pull away. The kiss quickly became more passionate, Owen roughly pushing her against the opposite wall, hands travelling all over bodies. The heat was incredible, and when he heard Jenny mutter something against his mouth about being too hot, Owen's hands were pulling her shirt over her head in a flash.

"That's not what I meant I wanted you to do, Owen." Her voice was staggered, and her breath was coming out in short gasps.

He grinned, looking down at her flushed skin. He silenced her with another kiss, before she could start complaining. Her hands wound themselves around his neck, pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck. She wrapped one leg around his waist, causing him to groan and deepen the kiss further.

Through her closed eyes, Jenny vaguely noticed that the outside world was suddenly brighter, but dismissed it. Her head was still spinning. It was probably a hallucination. The kiss was real, that much she knew, so she concentrated on that.

Scarlet, however, definitely noticed that the freezer's contents had been illuminated. At first, she stood open-mouthed, staring, as she saw that the two people she was supposedly liberating from their dark prison were pressed up against each other, their lips locked. The look of surprise quickly melted into one of slight amusement.

"I'll come back later, shall I?" She said. They still hadn't noticed, completely immersed in their kiss, oblivious to everything. With a laugh, Scarlet's eyes rested on Jenny's discarded white shirt. Reaching for a drip to prop the door open, she stepped cautiously into the freezer and picked the garment from the floor. "Jack?" She spoke into the coms. Jack was looking in one other wards further down the corridor.

"You found them?"

"You should come up here," She said, glancing again at the couple again and restraining a chuckle. She went out into the corridor to meet Jack.

He arrived quickly, with a slightly worried expression on his face. Scarlet held up the shirt.

"They're gone?" Jack asked, his brow furrowed. Scarlet grinned.

"Not exactly," She stood back to let him see into the freezer.

For a moment Jack thought he, too, was seeing things, then he realised - with joy - that he wasn't. Jenny and Owen were standing in a confined space, Jenny only half dressed, snogging. He moved closer so they could hear him, then spoke.

"You know, when I said bonding time-" This time they heard, and jumped apart, wide-eyed. Jack grinned. "-This wasn't exactly what I had in mind."

They stood silent for a moment, in complete shock.

"Oh God," Jenny said eventually, looking as if she was going to throw up. She glanced at Owen, covered her mouth and ran into the corridor, grabbing her shirt from Scarlet as she passed her.

"She just leapt on me," Owen said. "One minute we're just standing there, the next minute she's attacking my mouth."

"You weren't putting up much of a fight," Jack pointed out. Owen ignored him.

"Must've been the heat and the lack of oxygen or something." Owen explained. "I wasn't thinking clearly. Why else would I let that mad bitch stick her tongue in my mouth?"

Jenny, unseen to everyone, had re-entered the room a few moments ago (having put her shirt back on), and was now staring at Owen with utter contempt. Owen turned his head slightly and saw her standing there.

"You pretentious, stuck-up, hypocritical, sexist, contemptible, lying, self-righteous bastard, Owen Harper," With every word she said, she took another step, until she was right in front of him. She stood there for a moment, glaring up into his face, then raised a hand and slapped him hard around the face.

His head was forced violently to the side. Even as he began to raise his head, Jenny clenched her fist and raised it, ready to send it crashing into his face.

Scarlet reached forwards and grabbed Jenny's hand, preventing her from punching Owen.

"Much as I know you'd like to blacken his eye, Jenny," She said calmly, tightening her grip as Jenny fought against her. "I really don't think it would accomplish much."

Jenny ground her teeth, but relaxed and let her hand fall to her side. Scarlet let go of her arm, but still watched her cautiously.

Owen was watching her, and although he was trying to look indifferent, it was obvious that he was in shock.A perfect red hand-mark was burned into his skin on one side of his face. As Jenny turned to walk away, he let out a small laugh, trying to sound as if he didn't care - that he found it amusing.

Jenny didn't find it amusing. She whipped around and before anyone could stop her, she thrust her knee, once again, hard into his groin.

"Just like old times," She hissed as he fell to the floor, doubled up. She turned around and walked away. "Mutant vampire mice, anyone?" She called back.


They retrieved a bag from the top shelf of the freezer and took it back to the hub, where Scarlet immediately set to work identifying what exactly the blue liquid was. The usual clinking of test tubes could be heard throughout the hub as she bustled about in her cupboard-sized laboratory.

Owen and Ianto had been sent off to the hospital, large sacks in hand, presumably to catch the mice. Gwen and Jack had gone with them to try and contain the mice. Tosh was busy looking through files on the computer to find something that would give them a clue as to what the mice actually were and Jenny had locked herself in the medical room.

What the hell have I done? It wasn't the first time the question had run through her mind. She was sat on the stairs, her head resting against the wall. It was the heat, the lack of oxygen, the darkness. The excuses. Then the voice in the back of her mind would reply, just as all the other times these thoughts had appeared. Or was it?

She supposed the question she should concentrate on was the last. Would I have done it if I had been thinking clearly? In fact, she had thought on this question several times, too, but hadn't liked the answer that resounded in her mind every time. Yes. The clarity of the answer disturbed her.

But that was then, and this is now. She sighed. You weren't thinking clearly, that's the whole point of it. Caught up in a moment. It wouldn't matter if you had all the oxygen you needed, if you had all the space you needed, if you were at just the right temperature. You can be in perfect condition and still do something utterly stupid.

It doesn't mean you'd do it again.

She was broken from her thoughts when Scarlet began banging on the door.

"Jenny, I know you're in there. Open the door."

She didn't want to, but she did. She unlocked the door and allowed the chemist inside.

"I know you're upset," Scarlet said, closing the door behind her. "But it was nothing to be worried about. I would've done the same thing if I had been in your shoes."

Jenny raised her eyebrows.

"Okay, so maybe I personally wouldn't have done exactly the same thing, but it doesn't really matter."

Despite herself, a small smile crept onto Jenny's lips.

"And it could've been worse," Scarlet continued. Jenny looked confused. "I could've had a camera."

Jenny looked unimpressed.

"Did you actually come in here for a reason, Scarlet?"

Scarlet grinned. "I found out what this stuff is," She held up a test tube full of the blue liquid. Jenny hadn't noticed her holding it until now. Scarlet turned the coms on and contacted Jack, ready to explain. "It's blood."

Jenny furrowed her brow, and she could imagine everyone else doing the same.

"But -" Four voices sounded at the same time.

"Not exactly as we know it, obviously." Scarlet cut in. "The mice feed off the haemoglobin in the blood, so that explains why it's not red anymore."

"But without haemoglobin blood just turns yellow," Jenny said, frowning. "Nowhere near blue."

"Precisely. But their feeding has a side effect. They remove the haemoglobin in the blood, but while they're doing that some of the blue pigment solution in their bodies is transferred into the blood. Catrin said that the mice were blue, so the liquid's blue. The pigment solution is also quite viscous, which explains why this stuff is thicker than water."

"Is there anything we can do for the blood?" Jack's voice.

Scarlet considered for a moment. "Not really. You could try squeezing the mice, but I doubt it'll do much good. They need new blood supplies, really. The freezers in the basement were untouched, so the hospital should be alright for now. You just need to make sure you catch all of the mice."

"We've nearly got all of them," Jack replied. They were using an alien device - it had come through ages ago but they had never had the chance to use it - that sent out a signal that attracted creatures of a certain size to it. They had calibrated it so that it the mice were attracted to it, then caught and gassed them as they approached. "We should be back in about half an hour."


They brought back two bags full of unconscious mice. They unloaded them into one of the empty alien cells and left them for a while, not quite sure what else to do with them.

Ianto returned from the cells holding one of the mice in his palm. "This one's dead," He announced, handing the blue-coloured rodent to Jenny. "Jack wants you to dissect it."

Jenny took the mouse and carried it to the medical room, where she laid it on a tray and donned a pair of rubber gloves. She picked up a knife and began to make careful incisions into the mouse's body.

The mice were, for all intents and purposes, like normal mice - save for the fact that they were blue and fed off the haemoglobin in blood. There were very few physical differences between the average labrat and the blue 'vampire' mice. Jenny repeated her findings to Jack over the coms.

And even through this, Owen continued to annoy her, moving around and pushing past her in the medical room, making the occasional comment, though he wouldn't talk directly to her - it was more mutterings under his breath, or talking to other people within her earshot. Jenny refused to speak to him either, but he was really pissing her off.

As she began to clear up the remains of the mouse, Owen looked over her shoulder and wrinkled his nose.

"You feel so much more at home with dead things, don't you?" He muttered.

She slammed the tray down. "You bloody clear up, Owen, I've had enough." She stormed out of the room, grabbing her coat from a peg on the way past. "I'm going home," She shouted, running up the stairs and out into the tourist office, ignoring Ianto's confused look. She opened the door and stepped out into the street. It was still raining.

Oh, deep joy.


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