Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Torchwood, no matter how much I wish that I did. None of them are mine but I love them all.

Author's Notes: Real sorry for the long wait but I kept getting stuck with this fic and unable to move it forward. Don't expect another update too soon as I'm off for a week with no writing taking place at all but please don't forget to review if you have the time as all are helpfull thanks.

Chapter eleven: Answers

"Shit!" mumbled Josario. A girl he'd been tracking had just stepped backwards off the barrier on the top floor of a multi-storey car park.

He froze on the tarmac and waited for the splat. He waited and waited. His brow furrowed as it never came. Surely she would have hit the ground by now.

Slowly he walked to the barrier where she had been, when he heard a footstep behind him. Swinging round he held the gun out in front of him and came to face John Hart.

John was smiling broadly and Josario saw that he too was holding a gun which he lowered.

Josario began to feel his legs go limp and looked down at his chest. A small flashing diode was sticking out of him. He fell to his knees and watched John continue to smile.

His eyes fluttered as he fought against the chemical coursing through his body. He tried to raise his gun again but his arms were both so limp and useless now that it just fell out of his hands. Josario could only watch as John kneeled and looked him in the eyes.

At last, Josario could fight it no more; his body went completely limp and he fell to the floor.

Slowly John raised his hand, waved it twice and said, "Nighty night."

Mel struggled to keep her balance as she stood on the barrier on the top floor of a multi-storey car park. She talked to Josario trying to keep him busy while keeping her cool. She prayed that her idea would work as, without hesitation, she stepped back.

As she fell she hooked her fingers onto the barrier of the floor below the top and desperately tried not to cry out as all her fingers were pulled out their sockets. Although with difficulty, she quickly lifted herself up and over the barrier and collapsed.

She was alive.

Listening she heard the sound of the traffic on the roads, birds singing in trees and some, presumably drunk, guy a few streets away shouting something weird and random. If there was anything she'd thought she'd never be happy to hear, it was Wales.

Glancing down at her hands, she saw they were red where she'd caught the barrier as she fell. Clenching her hands into fists, she felt and heard each joint crack back into place. She hastily flexed her fingers several times to clear the pain quicker.

"Never done that before." She said.

She heaved herself to her feet. Slowly she made her way to the ramp. She went slowly because if Josario was still conscious he couldn't see her again; not yet.

Coming up the ramp, she saw John knelt next to her attacker. He stood up as she approached.

"Don't know him." He said in a matter-of-fact way. "Never met him in my life." He turned and saw Mel was looking at him disbelievingly. He placed his right hand on his heart and raised his left into the air. "I swear."

"So what now?"

"What do you mean 'What now'?" John said. "It's your plan."

"Well I never thought it would work. I thought I was gonna be dead by now, to be frank."

"Ooh." Said John. Mel turned. "Why would you want to be Frank?" he laughed but she was clearly confused. "Remember 'Uncle' Frank." He waited. "Drunk 'Uncle' Frank." he asked. "You don't remember drunk 'Uncle' Frank who got married to that nonopuss creature from the Vermine quadrant?" Mel was still clueless "You were a bridesmaid!"

"Oh!" gasped Mel as she remembered. "Oh God!"

"Yeah!" John grinned.

"Oh. I can remember that horrific dress."

"Which one?" John asked. "Yours or mine?" He kept grinning as Mel laughed.

"You looked so beautiful!"

"Who ever thought that dressing us in matching tangerine dresses was a good idea, was very much mistaken." John put his arm round his little sister's shoulder. "Thank God there's no longer any evidence of the event."

"Oh I dunno." Mel said, smiling cheekily. John instantly stopped grinning and looked at Mel, worried. "I'm sure I could dig out a few old photos or holo-vids."

He took his arm from round her shoulder.

"What?"

"I'm sure Jack would love to see them." She laughed as John's face showed his 'enthusiasm' for this suggestion. "Jesus, John. I don't really have any."

"Promise?"

She rolled her eyes. "God, you're gullible."

Finally her attention turned back to Josario splayed out on the tarmac.

"How long will that tranquilliser last?" John asked her, noticing where she was looking.

"Dunno. What setting was it on?"

"Um…" he looked at the gun. "…squiggle, dash, square?" he looked up at her. "Where did you get this?"

"Stole it from a guy… um… I want to say I met him in the Dallas galaxy."

"You don't know."

"Oh and I suppose you remember absolutely everyone you've ever stolen from ever."

"That's different." He insisted. "I have more to remember than you. Anyway," he held up the gun, "squiggle, dash, square."

"Um… yeah. That's the angry mob setting."

"The angry mob setting?" he lowered the gun again.

"What?" she said defensively. "I can't understand the language so I tested it out and noted what each setting could deal with.

"So you found out that squiggle, dash, square means angry mob?" Mel nodded. "Big angry mob?"

"Don't think so." She said shaking her head. "How long has he been out?"

"Too long for me to feel comfortable about just standing here chatting. But what can we do with him?"

"I dunno. He's been trying to kill me."

"Really?" John said sarcastically. "I had no idea." Eventually he sighed "I think there's a few pairs of deadlock-sealing handcuffs in the back of the SUV."

John was stood behind the SUV a few floors below where he' taken down Mel's attacker. He'd moved it there after leaving Mel's flat as per her plan. He'd opened the back of the SUV and was currently rummaging through various items hidden back there.

"They seem to have an awful amount of junk in here." He called to Mel. She was stood just to the side of the car, watching him sort through various things. He picked up a small, silver, cylindrical object and held it before him, turning it so he could see it in the light. Mel's eyes light up with recognition.

"I've seen that before." She said.

"Where?"

"306th century. I looked the wrong way at a Ferger and next thing I know I'm prisoner on a transport starship forced to fight for my life. It's nothing major, just an electrified, fighting stick."

"I know what it is." John sneered throwing it back into the mess he'd created in the back. "How's our friend?" he nodded to the back where they'd put Josario after successfully handcuffing him.

"Sleeping like a baby. I might have to change squiggle, dash, square to 'angry mob and homicidal maniac'." John laughed and stood back from the car.

"If only we knew what to do with him." They stood in silent thought for a few moments until Mel's face lit up.

"Torchwood."

"What?"

"Take him to Torchwood." John looked at her puzzled.

"Why?"

"Do you wanna interrogate him? Come on, John. Think about it. We want to know why he's trying to kill me and they want to know what he's used to kill people. They're gonna want to interrogate him." John glared at his little sister. He could see her point but wasn't quite convinced. "Saves us a job. And you get an excuse to see Jack again."

"Fine." He said slamming the boot door closed and taking out the keys for the SUV. Almost instantly, Mel snatched them from him.

"I'm driving." She stated.

"Why?"

"Because I have a driving licence, I'm the safer driver and, in short, you can't drive." She strode to the driver's side of the car and climbed in.

John, reluctantly, went round to the passenger side and climbed in.

Gwen watched Josario through the clear plastic of the cell. She had tried to interview him in the interrogation room but, with no way to restrain him, he'd repeatedly attacked her. Therefore, after being knocked out by Jack, he'd been moved to the holding cells and was being interviewed through the wall.

"Why did you try to kill her?" said Gwen for the twentieth time.

Josario gave her the same response. He said nothing. He just stood there glaring at her, in a quite unnerving way. She turned to Jack who was stood just inside the door.

"I don't think we're going to get anything." Jack nodded. That much was quite clear. "Maybe if Melanie was to ask him."

"No." said John. He was stood in the doorway with his arms crossed while he leant on the frame.

"It's just, he might respo-"

"No."

"If she can-"

"No!" his eyes burned fiercely showing that he wasn't going to change his mind on the matter. "She's not coming down here."

Gwen turned to Jack, surely he would agree with her. But, much to her annoyance, he just shrugged his shoulders.

"Well I don't know what you expect me to do with him!" she stormed out in anger.

John didn't move as Jack turned to look at him.

"She's not coming down here." He said again.

"I know." Jack replied. There was no point arguing it with John. "Maybe you could talk to him."

"And say what?" Jack shrugged.

"I dunno. What do you want him to say?"

John glanced sideways and caught Jack looking at him like he'd seen many times before. He knew Jack didn't want his team involved in a Hart affair but this look hammered it home. It was a look of hatred.

"Alright." He slowly walked over to cell and peered inside as one might if visiting a mental institution. "Hello."

Josario was now sat in one of the corners facing the opposite wall. He didn't turn, thinking it was Gwen again. Upon seeing John, however, he turned and sat, still in the corner glaring at his visitor.

"Who are you?" he asked. The boy's voice went straight through him.

"My name is John." Josario's mouth turned up at the corners.

"I knew you would come."

"Why did you know that?"

"She said you would." His smile hadn't changed but there was now a cruelness to it.

"Who?"

"You don't know me. Do you?" his eyes flared and before John could reply that he didn't Josario continued. "You unholy bastard! You devil's cretin!"

"What?" said John. "Who are you?"

"I bet you remember Yolanda!" his voice was still in the same monotone but there was something creepy about what he was saying. "I'll bet you look back and laugh at the moment you shot her."

"Yolanda?" that name seemed familiar.

"My sister." Still Josario's voice was calm but it had turned up the intensity of the atmosphere no end. "You killed her and then ran off after that diamond."

"Oh." John remembered her now. Yolanda was the woman who'd conjured up the rift storm getting rid of that fake diamond. The one that had led him here.

"She'd set a trap for you and I lived in happiness that she had not died in vain. That your blood had been spilled." He tilted his head and his mouth erupted into a full size malicious grin. "That's when she found me."

"Who found you?"

"She told me you'd lived. And I vowed that I would not rest until you were dead."

"So why go after my sister then?"

"She told me that I wouldn't have to. That she would kill you." Josario's grin teased John and his elusion of the question infuriated him. "All I had to do was find you and draw you here."

"Who? Who told you all this?" John went forward and slammed his hands against the wall.

"She said I should make a rift storm to bring your sister here. That I should attack her. That you'd turn up." Josario knew that he was annoying the hell out of John and was playing it for all it was worth. Besides he needed to keep him here as long as possible. "She gave me the tech to go about my task. It's really all smoke and mirrors, no harm at all."

"Who is this?" John asked. This boy was giving him nothing, getting him nowhere. Why were he and Melanie still here? "Who told you all this?" Josario stood up and placed his hands against the wall so that they mimicked John's but his stance was calm and relaxed.

"You already know who it is." He teased. "She is the one who can take down whole galactic empires."

"What?"

"She is the one who brought down the Time Agency."

"No." As the fear in John's eyes and on his face grew, Josario relished every moment of it.

"Her name strikes fear into the hearts of millions." John stepped back.

"You're lying!" he shouted.

"What is it, John?" asked Jack, striding over.

"Even yours."

"Shut up!"

"She is the one who will tear this planet apart. Who will destroy this world and take you from the wreckage and make you suffer horrors beyond even your imagination."

"Stop it!" He slammed against the wall again.

"John!" Jack barked placing his hand on John's shoulder. He paid him no attention and Jack was starting to worry. Nothing he knew had never made him act like this; ever.

"Hers is the name which you run from. She is the reason you never stop. She is the fate which you fear."

"NO!"

"Nurlana is coming!"

Next: Trapped