Chapter 7- Fight against time.

Andy's has had his coffee drugged, but we he even make it out alive?

Will Gwen be able to get him back to the hub in time?

Will Andy ever tell Torchwood about his sister, Emrys Davidson?


Gwen was staring at me while I sipped on my coffee. She had obviously figured out something was wrong. I tried to avoid looking at her directly, resentment of the months after the bombing flooding back. Why hadn't she tried to talk to me? Comfort me. I was all alone for fucks sake. I had no one. She should of seen Emrys name on the list of deceased. She knew dammit. Gwen sighed as she finally spoke. "Dammit and-... I mean Harry what's wrong with you?" I looked up at her angrily, her words only adding fuel to the fire that was now out of control inside of me. "What do you bloody well think? I don't want to be here. I want... I fucking well want to be home with my sister, telling her off for drinking all our bloody alcohol." Gwen shuffled back in her seat a little. "I'm sorry." I closed my eyes and breathed out, truly wishing that this had never ever happened. "My fault. Never mind."

On the other side of the cafe, two off duty police officers had been loitering. It had taken them seconds to recognise first me, then Gwen. It would be too risky for a shootout. They had to be discreet and kill me with as little fuss as possible.

I was looking anywhere but where my former colleague was when we were handed two refills of our coffees. For free. I looked at it suspiciously before I raised an eyebrow to Gwen but she just shrugged. She quickly took my coffee and sniffed it. "Can't smell any poison or anything. It's fine." She looked at me amusedly as she pretended to drink from hers.

A silence followed as we sipped our drinks. Gwen suddenly stood up and went to the counter to pay for the coffees and possibly their silence. I sat there alone and a very easy target, after all I had had my gun taken off me at the Hub. As I swigged the last of my drink. I finally noticed my... our former colleagues as Gwen returned. His men. Fucking hell, just what I bloody need. "Gwen. They're here."

I blinked and coughed repeatedly as I stood up, ready to make a break for it in the crossfire. Gwen wasn't far behind me, having already fatally wounded one of the men. My vision blurred in front of me, I blinked repeatedly trying to clear my vision. I knew that I needed to get out of there. I staggered my way towards the door, my legs sluggish underneath me. I had been right to be suspicious of the "refills" they'd be drugged with something. I ran for it, the cool air smashing against me at full force making me even more disorientated than I already was.

I started to cough again as I continued towards the Hub, Gwen holding me tightly with one hand the other grasping tightly on her gun. She somehow was able to reach her com. "Jack, we're being pursued by an armed police officer."

She tapped it again as we finally reached the Plass and stepped onto the lift. "Owen. You better fucking hope that you're at the Hub. We need emergency medical help. I'm fine. It's Andy. He 's been drugged, possibly poisoned with some odourless poison or sedative." I heard a grunt in reply.

As we descended down into the Hub, my eyesight began to swim again. I clutched onto Gwen for dear life, as embarrassing as that was. The lift came to a grinding halt at the bottom. I was rushed to sit down by Ianto as Owen ran around his area trying to find the antitoxin kit. "Any idea what we dealing with?" Owen looked at me as I tried to close my eyes sleepily. Jack sprinted down the stairs of his office. "Ianto, recover the policeman's body and slip retcon into the cafe owner's food." He barked the order but then gently added. "Be careful..."

Owen, who just had back the results from the blood test, interrupted him, making him unable to finish his sentence. "Fuck this is worse than we thought." Gwen looked more frightened now than I had ever seen her. Her hand looked like blanched bone in mine, which was equally as pale. "They've used Doxepin as well as Thiothixene. There's a third drug through his system but it isn't human in origin." Jack looked at him waiting for an explanation to what those were. "They're used to treat people with Psychosis and Depression. With those and that third thing coursing through his veins he's a ticking time bomb."

A beeping noise broke the silence that had been veiled over the room at Owens's diagnosis. He turned to the computer. He took a step back. "Jack, you better have a look at this." Jack looked nervously at me then walked towards the screen, where Owen looked like he'd seen a ghost. Jack spoke aloud so that Gwen who refused to let my hand go could hear. "It's the drug analysis. It pulled up a red flag. It's bad. Very bad." I sucked in a deep breath as he continued. "That drug that Andy's ingested was created by the Pharm. It's a poison created from those Blowfish bipeds we've encountered time to time."

Gwen swore loudly, her grip tightening even further, causing me to wince. "We blew the entire place up. Nothing could have survived the blast." Jack shook his head. "Well we didn't do a good enough job did we? It makes sense that if the founder of the Pharm is alive that he'd be still manufacturing. Most likely, he's selling his services to the highest bidder in return for money and protection, part of the deal must include that the buyer must be unable to be caught.

Owen sighed finally joining the conversation "That means killing anyone who gets in his way." He walked back towards me swearing underneath his breath. Gwen shuffled back, trying to get out of his way. She finally let go of my hand and busied herself by pulling up all the research they had on The Pharm. Owen, ever the doctor, set to work on creating a makeshift saline drip that now contained a purple liquid in it. Jack nodded and whispered to me. "Andy, we're going to medicate you okay. You won't feel a thing."