Oh my gosh i haven't uploaded in so long ! ! ! what have i been doing with my time ? ? ?

Anyway new chapter, i hope you all like it. The is set some time between Showing Who's Boss and Bugs and Boys. Please remember to review =D

isclaimer: I don't Own Torchwood but i do own the characters that I've created


Smoke and Weevils

BANG!

Went the 9mm H&K USP Match, as I pulled the trigger and watched a small hole be ripped into the face of one of the Weevil targets before me in the Shooting Range.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Three more holes. Now the target resembles Swiss cheese more than a Weevil.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Man this feels good! I always feel better when I come here after an argument or fight. And today is no exception.

Another argument at school with MacAtinney, which made him call Tad, who told Dad, who blasted me for not keeping my head down. Then he told me to baby sit, they annoyed the hell out of me, consequently I lost my temper with them, making Dad yell at me again and ground me for a fortnight.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

So now I'm down here, trying to relax. And it's not really working. But it's better than shooting Dad, 'cause then Tad would yell at me. So a cardboard Weevil will just have to do.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

I guess I could always tape a picture of Dad to one of the targets. That might work actually. Yeah, I think I'll do that.

Okay, 15 minutes later, a fully loaded gun and a new target to rip holes in.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Something's not right . . . I'm not getting the same feeling as I usually do. When I shoot a Weevil target, my heart seems to jump a little; as if to say "woo hoo!" But now it just sinks to the bottom of my stomach.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Bloody hell, I feel terrible! As much as I dislike my father sometimes I could never really hate him. Is this is how I feel just shooting at a target, I could never kill him. Despite the fact that he cant die.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Weevil; much better.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Definitely better. But the torn target of Dad is still looking at me. It's really creepy. I've seen him die once before. I was only young – barely a teenager. He had died saving my life. He lay motionless at my feet for a good 5 minutes before he drew in a great rattling gasp of air and sat up – as if nothing had happened. I could still see where the bullets had torn at his clothes and blood still stained his light blue shirt. It was traumatic. I was just with Dad, it was only my second semi-solo chase and he died right in front of me and I just stood there, horrified. I was an emotional wreck for ages afterwards, even after Dad and Tad had explained everything to me.

Now the target of him doesn't seem like such a bright idea. Even if that crazy old man can't die, some memories should stay hidden.

BANG! BANG!