A/N Okay so I'm going to focus a bit more on Chris for the next few chapters, to show a bit of his past, for various reasons, but fear not, Clara/Oswin will be shown equally with him. I am having a few problems with the storyline in a few chapters, so if I don't upload for a few days at any given time its due to the fact im back at the storyboard :/
I looked around at the little base that Chris had made. It was quaint. It really was. And I loved it. As he described about all the amazing things he'd seen, I relaxed about the incident with the alien. He spoke so passionately about the universe and alien creatures, and the stars. If I'm honest, I felt the same way inside. An intense feeling of passion when he said Stars.
"So, how do you know so much if you live on Earth?" I was honestly intrigued as to why. He looked at me and smiled.
"A lot happens on Earth, you've just got to know where to look. Like you. I think you're going to be very interesting." He smiled as though it was a compliment. And I think it was. "Not many people get directly influenced by the universe, but a few people every generation or so, become, like, children of the universe. That's the best way I can describe it."
"And what happens to them?" I asked dreading the answer.
"They end up fighting alien threats, in one form or another. And then they die." He looked almost sad. "Clara, if the universe has chosen you, it will get you. I am offering you a chance to stay with me, and I can keep you safe if your with me. What do you say?"
"Why? Why does the universe want me?"
"Because, you don't realize it, but you are amazing, Clara Oswin. And I think you will be glorious." He had smiled, and I noticed he had cute dimples. He had such a honest face, when he held out his hand, I took it. He smiled sadly, but excitedly at me. I smiled back.
"Okay, Dimples, I'll stay. But I'm not amazing. Pretty cool, but not amazing." I corrected him.
"Dimples? Actually, never mind. You really don't see it, do you? Come here." And pulled me over to a computer. "Clara, there's a group called U.N.I.T , and they have files on the old Torchwood 3, and we need them. I need you to hack they're security systems, while I deal with our little friend." And pointed to the cell he had stored the Thaseth in.
"But, I don't know what to do!" He looked sceptically at me, and said "Figure it out." And left. Stunned, I turned to the computer and saw he had bought me to the home page of U.N.I.T. Hours past, and I slowly made my way through the security systems, after a while, I found a certain rhythm, and managed to get Level 1 access to secure files. I found the Torchwood file, and looked through it. All the people had been in Torchwood were classes as deceased, except a man named Jack Harkness who was status was anonymous.
"Knew you could do it. Clara, you are awesome!" I turned around, and saw Chris standing up a flight of concealed stairs. He shut a door, and locked it, and came down the stairs. "Right, well I'm going for a drink, coming?" He called, already halfway out the door.
"Coming! I'm just getting my coat!" And we had went and had drinks. It continued like this, us capturing rift strays, or getting information from other Alien fighting organisations about threats, and preparing for the worse. Me and Chris became close friends, but it never felt quite right. Weeks passed, and nothing unusual happened. Well, unusual for Torchwood. Well, unusual for me. Then one day, and then a man, roughly mine and Chris' age came into our Hub.
It was a quiet Monday morning in early December. Chris was in his office, doing whatever he did in the back room. I had suspicions, but wasn't eager to confirm them. I was down stairs keeping an eye on rift activity, usual proto-call. Average Monday. I was looking at the rift monitor, and found the scans for all of Cardiff. Then a sudden disruption happened in the temporal wavelengths. I zoomed in on it. Of course, it would be right above the Hub. "Chris! You might wanna take a look at this!" No reply. Footsteps echoed down the front of the Hub, down the main entrance. I took the emergency gun from under my computer and held it to my side. "Who's there?!" I called, suddenly paranoid.
A guy, around 20-21, came in. I almost died. He was pure, undiluted sex. His hair was a reddy-brown, short on the sides, with a curly fringe, and the deepest eyes ever. He had a pair of purple chinos on, and a blue shirt, with a tartan pattern under a knitted jumper. He rocked the indie look so freakin much. He smiled at me a said "Hey." And I felt my heart break. "Hey." I muttered. Clara! Ithought. What are you doing?! Talk to him! I heard Chris open the door and call down "Clara, are you okay?" and I mumbled something in reply. "What!?" He called. The guy smiled. "You'd best come here!" I shouted up. I heard the clink of his feet on the metal steps. He reached the bottom of the stairs. Not even I was prepared for his reaction, and I'd been with him every day for three months.
He came down the stairs and said "This better be good Clara!"and stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked at me. His eyes passed over me and landed on the guy. His expression dropped, and I saw genuine shock, and anger, and a bit of fear. He froze for a second before walking over, and slapped him full on around the face. And then he kissed him. "Where the hell have you been?!" he growled.
