Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or anything that goes with it, but I do own Sophie McQueen, Lucas Smith, and any other characters that I may or may not come up with.
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Sophie's POV…
Lucas actually surprised me in taking me out on a proper date. I was definitely shocked. The last time we did something was when we first started going out, when it was fresh and exciting. Not so much anymore.
He took me out bowling, which I loved, especially since I was much better at bowling than Lucas was. Surprising since I hated sports and was terrible at them. Then after that, we went to see a movie. Of course, it was a sports movie and I fell asleep through the whole thing. It was so boring.
He was not going to pick the movie next time, I even told him so. Now we were eating dinner at a fancy restaurant. He was dressed in suit and tie and I was in a pretty black dress that hugged all the right curves in my body. I looked damn good if I had to say so myself. He was asking about my new job at the moment. Tomorrow was going to be my first day, working for Torchwood. I was really excited about it and couldn't wait for it to be tomorrow.
"What is Special ops exactly?" Lucas asked.
I shrugged. "It's not really a big deal, it's just filing." Of course, I was lying, but I couldn't tell him anything about my job, not really. He didn't believe in any of the alien stuff. Thought it was just one big hoax.
"Oh come on, it is a big deal. You've been promoted. It's exciting."
I raised my eyebrows at his enthusiasm. He was confusing me tonight. He never showed this much interest in my job. He hated it.
"Um…yeah…" I said slowly. "It is…"
Then Lucas reached forward and grabbed my hand, squeezing it as he stared into my eyes. "You know I love you, right?"
I nodded slowly. Of course I knew that. He always told me. I just wished he showed it more, then maybe I would believe him.
"And we've known each other for a long time…and I think it might be time to take it to the next level…"
As soon as he said this, I looked at him wide eyed. Was he doing what I think he was doing?
"Will you marry me?"
Yep, it was.
I didn't answer. Too speechless to say anything. Just when I was about to say something, Lucas said quite loudly,
"Look at that!"
I turned to see what he was a looking at and up in the sky, a fire ball crossed the sky, passing overhead.
"Is that plane on fire?"
I jumped out of my seat. That was definitely no plane. I grabbed my purse as I told my boyfriend,
"That's not a plane!" I started to leave the restaurant. Thank God for the distraction.
"We haven't paid." Lucas protested, obviously wanting to keep me here so he could get the answer he wanted. But I couldn't give it to him. I didn't want to married. Not now, not ever.
I didn't listen to him. "Come on!" I told him.
He groaned, but followed me out in the street. There was already a lot of people there, running to chase after the fireball. I kept my eyes on it, watching as it landed just over to horizon.
"What was that?"
I didn't have time to awnser Lucas as my phone beeped. Already knowing who it was, I whipped out my phone and looked to see that I got a text from Torchwood, telling me to come down and get to work. Grinning to myself, I turned to my boyfriend.
"Got to go, work's calling," I told him.
"Now? But you're supposed to start tomorrow!"
"Must need filing done," I said chirpily. "See you later!" I quickly ran down the street before he could say anything.
As soon as I got to Torchwood, we immediately got into the Range Rover. We needed to get there before the police. Since I didn't have time to go home and change, I was still in my curve showing black dress, which obviously got the attention of Owen and Jack. Their reactions were funny and made me feel very smug.
Nothing was said about it though as there was something more important to do.
I sat in the back with Tosh while Jack and Owen was in the front of the Range Rover.
"Simple locate and cleanup operation." Jack was saying, explaining what we were going to do. "Find that meteorite before anyone else get their hands on it." As soon as he finished, he looked back at me, giving a charming smile. "Good to see you, by the way." His eyes lingered on my breasts and long legs as he looked me over. I shivered a little at the way he was looking me. God, it would really be easy to fall into bed with him. I forced that thinking in the back of my mind. He was my boss now and I had a boyfriend. No falling in bed allowed.
"And nice dress." Jack added in a murmur, almost to himself. "Really nice."
Looking at the rearview mirror, I saw Owen roll his eyes.
"Thanks Captain." I smirked and winked at him as computer keyboards slid down in front of me and Tosh.
"Tosh, you found it yet?" Owen asked as she began typing on the keyboard.
I whistled at the stuff that showed up on the monitors in front of us. "Wow, got enough stuff?" I teased, giving Tosh a grin.
She gave a tiny shrug. "It's just basic tracking and surveillance."
"Looks more than just that, to be honest," I said as my eyes stared at everything. I could understand most of the stuff that was on display. I was really smart, even though I didn't look like it. Being blonde and all. Which was horrible stereotype.
"Got the crash site," Tosh announced, not commenting on what I said. Then she said to me, keeping her eyes on what she was doing, "With this, we can tap into the CCTV networks, national databases."
I whistled again. "Wow, that's really cool."
"Really? No comment on how we shouldn't have this?" Tosh questioned.
"Nope," I said, popping the 'p'. "No judgement from me. You can do what you want."
Tosh just stared at me for a moment before turning her eyes back to the computer. My eyes went to the front of the car only to see Jack hiding a smile. I forced back a grin at the sight.
"Crash site is one hundred meters ahead."
We turned down a dirt read and the police were already there. So was the Army too.
"Shit." Owen cursed at the sight of them. "The amateurs got here first."
I scowled, taking offence to that. "Hey! I used to be one of them."
Owen smirked at me. "I rest my case."
My scowl deepened the comment before I titled my chin up and looked away from him.
Then I muttered so quietly under my breath that no one heard me, "Asshole."
Once we got to the crash site, we got out of the car and Jack straightened his back, a confident look on his face.
"All right, usual formation," he told the rest of us. He started walking in front of us, leading us forward confidently.
"Um…what's the usual formation exactly?" I asked Owen.
He shrugged. "It varies."
"Right, that makes total sense," I said sarcastically. "Because all usual formations vary."
Owen shook his head in response, smirking at my sarcasm before moving forward to catch up with Jack. I was about to follow but I looked back to check and see if we left anything.
Turned out we did and I had to run back for an equipment back. Quickly grabbing it, I ran to catch up to the group. I went to the nearby army tent, guessing that's what they went into. I couldn't get in as I was blocked by a Private. Damn.
"Who the hell are you?" The Private demanded, looking at me up and down.
I didn't respond to his question as I tried to look for a spot where I could get by him. "I'm sorry, but I really need to get in there."
"This area's restricted."
I groaned. "Look, I don't have time for this. I'm from Torchwood!"
"Don't mess with me, little girl."
I glared at him as I straightened my back. "Oi, I'm not little! These are not the breasts of a little girl!" I pointed at them to show my point.
He ignored this, though the other army men around him stared at my breasts. Pigs.
"You're not from Torchwood. And even if you were…" He was cut off by Jack entering the area.
"You'd have to put out the welcome banners," my boss said sarcastically and the Private glared at him in response. Jack cleared his throat a little. "Now, first of all, like she said, she's no little girl. From where I'm standing all the right curves, in all the right places. But she is from Torchwood. We both are. And we'd appreciate it if you'd leave us to do the real work."
The Private moved out of the way.
"Thank you, Private." I saluted him with a grin as I moved past him and stood next to Jack, who smiled at me.
"Shall we?" he asked, placing a hand on the middle of my back.
"We shall, Captain." I responded, grinning at him as I let him lead me outside where the crash site was.
Jack removed his hand from my back before heading towards the group. "So, let's see what we came here for."
Spotting the large crater where the fireball landed, I could see that there was some fires still burning. I followed Jack into the crater.
"What do we know?" Jack asked Owen.
"Bog standard space debris. That's a technical term." He added in the last part for me as he glanced over at me.
I crossed my arms over my chest after sitting down the equipment. "I know what a technical term is, thank you very much." I was beginning to feel a little annoyed with Owen and wondered if he was like that with all new people or just people in general.
"So, take all the readings and let's get out of here." Jack tossed tools to Owen, who caught them easily as Tosh carefully took scrapings from the surface of the very large meteor.
Owen began using the stethoscope on the meteor, listening to it.
I just stood there doing nothing. Just watching. Observing. Rather boring if you asked me. As I yawned a little, Owen looked up at me.
"Make yourself useful, sweetheart," he said. "Pass us the big chisel from the toolbox."
"It's Sophie, not sweetheart, asshole." I snapped, but went to do that. "And if you call me that again, I'll hit right where the sun don't shine. Think you can do that?"
Owen was not bothered by my works, only smirked at me. "Then what about sweetcheeks? Longlegs? New Girl? Blondie?"
The last nickname made me all riled up. I hated being called that, especially when it was being said in the tone that Owen was using.
I grabbed chisel point and threw it without warning, meaning to hit Owen with it.
"Don't!" he shouted.
Instead of hitting him, the chisel point pieced the meteor and my eyes widened.
"Fuck." I cursed as a different curse slipped from Owen's lips.
Heavy gas poured out of the meteor and Jack quickly tossed gas masks to her. Immediately I put mine on as did everyone else. We didn't have any time to do anything to stop the gas.
The gas was bright pink and it took on a shape as it steamed away into the night.
I groaned to myself. I can't believe I just did that!
-0-
"I'm sorry. God, I'm sorry. So, so, so, so, sorry." I apologized for what seemed like the thousands time as we returned to the Hub. I had been apologizing ever since we left the crash site and I knew I was getting on everyone's nerves.
"Seriously, Soph, stop saying that." Jack groaned.
"But I am!" I protested. "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to do that, really I didn't." I wanted to hit myself. Ugh, my aunt would be so disappointed. Not only that, the Doctor would be too, well you know if he knew I existed.
I messed up big time.
And on my first day too.
"Didn't they teach you Health and Safety in the police?" Owen asked.
"Of course they did! But…maybe if you didn't get on my nerves, then this wouldn't have happened!"
"So, it's my fault?"
"No, it's still mine. I'm just saying." I stopped when everyone else did, near Tosh's station, and crossed my arms over my chest. "Look – whatever happened because of that gas – I'll deal with it. I'll take of it myself."
"What do you think has happened?" Tosh questioned.
"I have no idea," I answered. "But you saw that gas…it can't be anything good. Especially since the gas was alien."
"True," Jack agreed. "Besides, there is a plus side to this."
"Yeah? And what's that?" I couldn't see any plus side to this.
"We've got good evidence, relatively undamaged." He was talking about the meteorite that we brought back here.
I guess that was true. But it didn't make me feel any better. It brighten me up just a little though.
"On the downside, there's an alien on the loose. We don't know where it is, why its here, or what's it going to do."
And just like that, it was gone.
I groaned out loud as I flopped into a nearby chair, burying my face into my hands.
"Give her a break," Tosh said to Owen.
"This first day couldn't get any worse…" I muttered into my hands. Just then, I felt a hand on my and I lifted my head up, meeting Jack's eyes.
"Its okay, Soph, we all make mistakes." He said softly, squeezing my shoulder. "And we're going to fix this one, okay?"
I stared at him, then nodded with a small smile on my face. "Okay."
He smiled back as he squeezed my shoulder again. Keeping his hand there, he looked at Owen and Tosh.
"Now, we find and recover whatever came out of there."
Ianto cleared his throat as he entered the room, causing us to look up at him. "This might help." He told us once he got our attention. "Nightclub death been phoned into 999. Circumstances sound a little unusual. Might be connected."
That was the best shot we had at the moment, so we decided to go there right away. Luckily, they had something that I could change into. It was one of Tosh's outfit. Surprisingly, we wore the same size.
The club was called the Night Spot. I had been to that club a couple of times with Lucas after he would convince me to go.
We got there and Jack ran inside of the club, stating Torchwood as he went. Owen and Tosh quickly followed him. I was about to go in too when I was stopped by a familiar voice.
"Soph?" I turned around and saw Andy standing right there, looking at me in disbelief.
I smiled at him awkwardly.
"Hey Andy." I hadn't seen him in such a long time. I didn't have time to tell anyone that I had taken the job with Torchwood, so it was understandable why he was looking at me the way he was now, and I was wearing an outfit that I wouldn't normally wear.
"Bloody hell, look at you, all posh."
I laughed, rubbing the back of my head. "Um…yeah…"
"Special Ops?" Andy questioned and I nodded. "We were wondering."
"I'm sorry I haven't called," I apologized. "I was going to…but things came up…"
"Go on, then. You can tell us now."
I shifted on my feet nervously. What was I supposed to say? I didn't have time to say anything anyway as Jack came back to get me.
I couldn't help but sigh in relief to myself. That was awkward.
-0-
"This is all that's left?" I asked the manager, Banksy, in disbelief as I stared down at the pile of dirty that was left in the Night Spot powder room.
Ianto was right. The circumstances of this death was definitely unusual, even more than I thought.
Banksy nodded, still in disbelief himself. "How's that possible?"
"The question is, how did you know this used to be a body?" Jack questioned Banksy, looking at him.
The manager seemed to blush as he told us what happened. Turns that the boy died having sex and he had been jacking himself off while watching them on the security camera in the powder room.
I made a face as soon as he told us. God, didn't he have anything better to do?
"Bit of shock, I tell you." Banksy said after he finished explaining.
I snorted a little. "I bet…" I muttered but loud enough that everyone would hear me. "That's not something you want to see when you're busy fucking yourself."
This made him blush again.
Hiding a grin at what I said, Jack told him, "We need to see that CCTV."
-0-
After taking us to his office, he showed us the video. Actually seeing what happened made me feel even more shocked. Everyone was just as shocked as I was.
"Wow…" Jack and I said at the same time, staring at the computer screen.
Tosh was looking at the screen too with wide. "My God."
"Did he just…?"
"Came and went." Jack finished for me.
I shook my head. "Damn."
"Now that's the way I'd like to go."
I rolled my eyes at Owen's response. "Of course you would." I muttered to myself quietly. But to be completely honest, I would want to go that way too because at least I would die happy.
"I'm sure we could arrange it," Tosh said.
I sniggered. "Good one."
Owen rolled his eyes.
"How can that be?" Banksy asked, shaking his head. "It doesn't make any sense. It's not possible."
Deciding to be serious now, I cleared my throat. "Did you know anything about her?" I questioned. "Like her name? Or how the two of them met? Did they meet at the club? Did they walk in together? What about the other staff members? Could they have known her?"
Banksy shrugged. "Dunno. We get hundreds of people here every weekend. I don't keep tabs."
I opened my mouth to say something but Jack got to it first.
"Thanks for your help," he told Banksy. "We've got all we need."
Banksy nodded and left the room. I turned to Jack.
"What do you mean we got everything?" I asked. "We don't even know her name. Don't we have to know that?"
"Of course we do," Jack said. "But for now, we got everything we need." Before I could say anything, he walked out of the office with Tosh and Owen following him.
I decided not to question it as I followed my teammates. If he said we got everything, then I believed him. Even though I hadn't known Jack for long, I trusted him. He did know the Doctor and that helped.
The Doctor didn't let just anyone be a companion, so Jack must have been pretty special to become one.
I managed to catch up to them as Jack said to Tosh and Owen,
"We'll need a body from the cryo-chamber, close match for the dead guy's appearance."
This stopped me in my tracks.
"Disfigure the face, dump it someplace remote, and make it look like a suicide attempt."
"What?! You have a stash of bodies!" I exclaimed horrified, making them jump.
Once I calmed down, I went with Jack outside while Tosh and Owen went to take care of the boy's fake death.
"Do we have to fake his death?" I asked him quietly as I watched him explore the area with his scanner. "I mean, what about his parents? They should know what happened with their son."
"So what? You want us to tell him that he died screwing an alien?"
I shook my head. "No. That's not what I mean. Couldn't we just tell them that he ran away? Or that he eloped or something? You don't always have to fake someone's death, Jack. The Doctor wouldn't do that."
Jack paused at that. "You're right…he wouldn't." He looked up at me. "But he's not here. Faking this boy's death is the easiest option."
"Doesn't make it right." I mumbled.
"Of course it doesn't, but…" Before he could finish, his scanner started beeping and he looked at the results. "Same elements we recorded at the crash site." He said and I went to stand next to him. "Traces all over the club, but strongest in this area. Something happened here." He glanced at me.
"Alright then, let's see the CCTV." I said and we did just that.
We went back to Banksy's office and watched the CCTV tape covering the alley.
Seeing what happened made me feel all guilty again.
"This is all my fault, Jack," I muttered, sighing as I leaned back against the wall with my arms crossed. "If I hadn't messed up, he would still be alive."
"That'll get you nowhere, sweetheart, that thinking." Jack told me.
I sighed again, staring forward. "I know…" I said quietly. "But I can't help it…"
"I know…but at least now we know a little more. The alien's taken on a host body."
I turned my head towards Jack. "We can't let her kill again." No one else was going to die because of my stupid mistake and I was going to make damn sure of it.
TBC...
In...
Day One, Part 2...
