Forever Constant
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood - or Doctor Who, either, but this has gone back to being purely Torchwood.
Chapter 35: 2008, part 1
Less than half a year after the Year That Never Was, he showed up again. She watched, concerned, as he entered the pub and nearly started a fight within seconds of arrival. He seemed a bit odd, like he was acting on instinct, though she could tell he was very determined in his course of action. Whatever that might be.
"It's all right," she called, calmly breaking up the budding confrontation. "I've been looking forward to seeing the Captain again."
The others let him go reluctantly and she gestured to the seat across from her. "Are you okay?"
"No," he answered quietly. "I'm looking for a glove."
For some reason, the words filled her with dread. "Any glove, or something in particular?" She asked pointlessly. He'd not have come if there weren't something special about the glove. He didn't even bother answering.
Slowly, she laid out her cards facedown on the table. Lifting one revealed a picture of a gauntlet, all made of metal. Now she knew where the dread had come from; she knew that particular glove. "Is this it?" He nodded and she laid the card down.
"Can you see where it is?" He asked urgently.
She could. But she didn't want to. "You'll owe me a favor," she said carefully. It was supposed to be a warning. When had she ever wanted a favor before? If he understand the message – and she felt fairly certain that he did – he paid it no heed.
"Well?" Reluctantly, she lifted another card. "They hid it in a church?"
"No. When the people found out what it could do, they built the church on top of it," she replied, wondering if he knew what it could do. He must, if he knew to look for it.
He started to leave nearly as soon as she finished. "If I told you not to use it, would you listen?"
"Shouldn't you know the answer to that?"
"I do," she said quietly, though he was gone. Looking down at the next card, she saw the Grim Reaper as expected. "That's the problem."
A/N: I didn't expect to be able to work on this until the weekend, but then classes were canceled for today. Because of snow, allegedly. I say allegedly, because two of my canceled classes were before snow even started falling and there wasn't much on the ground by the time of the third. Anyway, there actually is a snowstorm going on now...maybe classes will be canceled for tomorrow as well...
Please review! It's the beginning of Owen's part in this story, aren't you excited? I certainly am!