Title: Tears of the Weevil
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own Torchwood, the characters or anything related to the show.
A/N: Finally got this chapter typed up! Work and Uni are conspiring to stop me having any free time! I'm off from uni for over a month so should be able to get a lot written…hopefully.
"Hello Gwen, settling in?" Gwen forced herself
"Fine." She shrugged. "Paperwork's not really my thing. Bit boring to be honest…after Torchwood."
"Give it a couple of months. We'll have you field ready in a couple of months." She squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. She smiled again ad waited for her to leave before turning back to her computer screen. She'd inserted the disk Lacey had given her and took a deep breath before initiating the programme. Slipping out her phone she texted a single word to Lacey, 'go'.
"You know where she is." Jack looked up as Owen entered his office. "Tell me where she is. Now!" He held his gun steady in one hand and waited for Jack to reply. He casually put down his pen, ignoring the gun, and sighed.
"She's safe. That's all I know."
"Don't give me that cryptic bullshit!" The gun began to twitch in his overly tight grip. "Just bring her back, now!"
"I can't!" Jack was losing his patience. "I don't know where or when she is, but I know she's with Torchwood, and I would never let anything happen to her.
"And I would?" Owen shouted angrily. "I-"
"Don't." Jack glared up at him. "I had to tell her fiancé that she was away on a national emergency…if she's not back by Monday I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to tell him!" Owen dropped his gun, guilt evident all over his face.
"She has to come back." He slumped to the floor, clutching his knees to his chest. "Has to." He mumbled, intently staring at Jack's desk as though Gwen was about to pop out of it.
Owen didn't need floor plans or signs to know where the cells that kept the weevils were. Apart from having intimate knowledge of the inside of the cells he could sense his kin nearby. He felt their frustration and anger at being caged, but above all else he could feel their fear. They all knew what was going on. Whether higher or lower level they knew they were a dying breed. As he grew closer he felt something else in the air; a kind of nervous excitement. His own mood was being picked up on by those in captivity. They knew he was coming for them.
The two agents guarding he numerous overcrowded cells seemed to be tuned in to the unsettled atmosphere. As Owen approached them, wearing a standard issue black suit, they looked warily at him. "Who are you?" One of them barked out as the other checked his perfectly forged I.D.
"I'm here to cover your break
"What break-" Owen grabbed the nearest guard and slammed him face first in to the door of a nearby cell, eliciting wails of excite from its occupants. As the first agent went down the second tried to run for the alarm, but Owen was faster than the overweight man. He charged at him and crashed in to him like a bowling ball knocking down the last skittle.
They both slammed in to the last cell door in the corridor, but only Owen got back to his feet. After shaking himself off he took the keys from the guard and stood in front of each door, trying to find what he needed. Eventually he opened three doors ad let out the three higher level weevils that were among the four dozen weevils. He knew two of them personally and had briefly met the third, a young brunette who Gwen had disliked. "Alright. You know what to do. Split in to three teams, control your group, no one's to get hurt." Owen commanded. "Cover the exits, get people out, but let no one in." The three leaders nodded as they set about releasing the other captives. Within minutes an army of angry weevils were marching out of the basement like conscripted soldiers, begrudgingly following the commands of their superiors.
Owen left them to it and headed to the laboratory where Jack and Lacey had already infiltrated. The young blonde stood staring at the blood samples that were being kept in a glass refrigeration unit. "That's all they have." Jack whispered, thankful the lab was generally empty. "We destroy these and it's over."
"No it's not." Lacey sighed, her eyes glazed over.
"They can take more…they will take more. We both know this can only end one way." Jack placed a firm hand on her shoulder.
"It's not going to end that way." He spoke confidently, reassuring her with his voice. "No one else is dying. I know right now you just want to die, because living without the person you love most is too damn hard…but you can't. You've got to keep going."
"Hypocrite." Lacey muttered, angry at the lecture he was giving her after taking his own life so many times after Ianto's death.
"I can afford to be a hypocrite. I can't die." Their conversation ended as Owen entered the lab.
"Show time!" Jack plastered his usual smile on to his face and squeezed her hand comfortingly.
"Gwen. Can I see you in my office please?" She froze with her hand on her back.
"I was just on my way out. Can it wait till tomorrow?"
"No." Her tone was sharp and left no room for argument. Gwen's escape plan was quickly going downhill. Gathering her things she left her shared office and headed to Emmerich's. She waited with her hand on the door, considering whether or not she could walk away and get out of the building before Emmerich noticed she was gone.
"After you." She turned to find the agent whose arm Lacey had broke standing behind her. Swallowing hard she opened the door and entered the now familiar office.
"What's up?" She forced her tone to be light ad cheery, despite the ominous sense of dread that hung over her. Jack and the others were surely in the building by now. Did Emmerich know they were there? Did she know Gwen had helped them?
"Ready." Owen hovered over Lacey's shoulder as she began the setup process to completely destroy the computer files in the entire British Alien Defence Unit's network. She nodded, her eyes never leaving the screen as her fingers danced gracefully over the keys.
"This is going to set off some major alarms."
"So am I." Owe grinned as his elbow connected with the glass panel covering the fire alarm. Within moments the entire building came alive with the shrill shrieking of the alarm.
In the commotion that ensured no one seemed to notice, or care, that a second alarm had been triggered as a virus ate its way through the computer system.
As people ran for the fire exit they found the weevils waiting to escort them from the building. After collecting two vials of the antidote they began destroying the lab. Smashing containers, destroying equipment and pouring acid over papers and notepads.
After ordering Owen and Lacey to check on the weevils Jack headed to Emmerich's office. He had an old score to settle. Waltzing through the door he grinned at finding her in her office. He lost his grin as he noticed Gwen sitting in front of her. Emmerich's gun was out before the door had time to slam shut behind him. He'd expected it, but he hadn't expected his team member to be there. He could walk away from a bullet. Gwen could not.
"Does anyone ever listen to me?" He scowled at Gwen disapprovingly. "So how's this going to work? We banter, you shoot me, yadda yadda-"
"No." The gunshot rang out in the silent office, loud enough to drown out the fire alarm but not Gwen's scream. She stared wide-eyed at the gun, the smoke still billowing out of the barrel.