This is quite short compared to the last few chapters, sorry. Also, it has been ages since I updated this. But I was writing a load of other stuff, and then I was busy and then my teachers gave me a really ridiculous amount of bloody homework. Okay, I'll stop spewing excuses. This chapter is set about a month or so after Tosh's death. It might be good to read The Journal Of Brynn-Ffion Cooper if you haven't already. It gives an insight into Brynn's feelings over Tosh's death, and how she feels towards everytging else.

Anyway, this is angsty. Please R&R, I'll give you free hugs.

"Just sit there and keep watch on that screen for Weevil sightings. If you see a weevil, tell me. The coms are on." Jack said to Brynn before he headed to the Boardroom for a meeting.

"Yeah, whatever." Brynn sighed, fingers drumming on the desk.

She didn't want to be at the Hub, she had been forced to come by Owen. He was doing all he could to make sure she was with him at all times. But Brynn wasn't allowed in the Boardroom during meetings; this was a rule of Jack's, a particularly strict one. No one knew his reasons, but no one went against him.

She was scribbling in her diary, lost in her thoughts, when a high pitched beeping brought her back to reality. She peered at the screen, there was a Weevil slap bang in the middle of Splott. Well where else was it going to be? Should she tell Jack? Did he really have the right to order her around? She wasn't his employee, his recruit. No, she wouldn't tell anyone. Instead, she would find it herself. How difficult could capturing one Weevil be? Her dad did it on a regular basis. Okay, this was the type of spontaneity that had killed Toshiko, but this was different. For one thing, she knew what she was up against, Tosh hadn't. her mind was made up. She made sure that she had her mobile in her pocket, picked up the menacing looking hand-cuffs and the Weevil spray lying randomly on Gwen's desk, disabled the CCTV, and slipped out, unnoticed.

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"Right, that's everything. Let's get back to work." Jack clapped his hands and stood up as Owen tidied away his presentation on Weevil sexuality.

"Good, that was making me feel slightly sick." Ianto muttered so just Gwen could hear him.

She laughed, pushing back her chair. He gathered up the empty coffee mugs cluttering the paper-strewn table Mickey silently walked out of the room. As far as Ianto could tell, Mickey didn't talk much. Jack said coming to Torchwood had brought back memories of someone. Someone he had lost. As far as he was concerned however, that could mean anything.

"Shit!" He heard Jack shout.

He, Gwen and Owen legged it out of the Boardroom to the main Hub area. Jack's ashen face and Mickey's confused expression greeted them.

"Where the fuck is my daughter?" Owen ran a frantic hand through his hair.

"Owen, calm down." Jack warned.

"Why the bloody hell should I? Thanks to you, and your apparently brilliant ideas, Brynn is fucking missing. Way to bloody go!"

"We'll find her, it'll be okay."

"We'd better." Owen snarled.

"Gwen, Ianto, into the SUV with me, Mickey, stay here, make sure he-" He pointed roughly at Owen, "Doesn't do anything stupid."

"You just fucking wait."

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Brynn was panicking slightly now. She had got to Splott, but she hadn't properly anticipated just how much danger that she had put herself in before. And she was completely alone. She couldn't call her dad or Jack or anyone, they would kill her, that was for certain. But she was in mortal peril. The weevil lazily turned it's head, sniffing the air. Brynn swallowed. This was it. She was surely a goner, whatever she did. The creature took a slow step forward, then another, swiftly gaining momentum.

"Crap."

It stopped for a second, emitting a low growl. She closed her eyes; why the hell did she have to be so damn stubborn? If she would just have listened to her dad, she wouldn't be so completely and utterly screwed. Her mobile received a text, vibrating against her leg. The Weevil noticed this, and pounced. Brynn screamed as she was dragged to the ground, desperately trying to defend herself, finding courage and strength she didn't know she had.

"Tosh." She whispered.

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Jack was driving the sleek black SUV, his jaw clenched, anger etched into every line on his deceivingly youthful face. Ianto and Gwen were staring through the tinted glass, looking for any sign of Brynn.

"Jack, I see her!" Ianto announced frantically.

Gwen followed his line of vision, "Shit!"

"Stop, stop the bloody car now!" Ianto was ready to rush out even before the captain had braked sharply.

Just before the SUV was fully stopped, he was running towards Brynn, both Jack and Gwen close behind him. The Weevil turned at the sudden commotion, blood dripping sickeningly from it's open mouth. Jack pulled out his loyal Webley pistol and fired a single, well-aimed bullet. It entered the bizarre creature's almost humanoid skull, splintering it. The noise it made was strangely satisfying as it fell backwards with a solid thud, dead. They dashed to Brynn.

"Get her into the SUV now, she needs a doctor, we need Owen!" Jack yelled.

The other two didn't need telling twice, they half carried-half dragged her semi-conscious form into the vehicle.

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"Owen, get your arse here now!" Jack ordered urgently.

They had laid Brynn on the autopsy table, because it had been nearest, silently glad for the first time that they had never had Tosh's body, and so no autopsy had been carried out on the technological genius. Owen dashed over, rolling up the sleeves of his sporty purple top and pulling on white latex gloves. His mouth fell open is shock as he saw the state of his daughter.

"Dad…" She murmured, eyes flickering.

This was all it took for him to switch back into doctor mode.

"Brynn, don't talk Sweetheart, it's gonna be okay, just stay awake, come on."

He grabbed a handful of pressure dressings and put them over her many severe wounds. He had to stop the bloody bleeding or she was going to die, and he couldn't let that happen.

"Hold that." He instructed Jack, who did as asked without speaking.

Brynn was in a bad way, that was obvious. Gwen was biting her nails, seemingly oblivious to the blood, sticky on her dainty hands. Ianto was standing slightly apart from her, his expression grave. It wasn't looking good.

"Can you save her?" Jack asked bluntly, fighting his emotions.

"Maybe, I don't know." He sounded unbelievably broken.

"Please hold on Brynn." Ianto whispered.

She couldn't die like this, not Brynn-Ffion Cooper. She was going to fight 'til the end, she had to. She was stronger than this.

What did you think? Good? Crap? Needs improvement? Please please R&R, I need constructive critism.