-She ran, gun harnessed behind her back despite the rules: the girl had never been one for weapons. She guessed she only had him to owe it to. Whistling wildly, the wind blew her short hair in streaming waves from her head like an angel. Like rays of sun, the short strands of golden hair stuck out brightly from the white surroundings. Framing the old and abandoned depo, the large forest of iced evergreens swayed quietly and whispered. Her soft footsteps crunching in the snow echoed around the large clearing as she got closer to her target. Slowly, she slipped into the barn,

"Mickey, location reached. Over."

The radio gritted white noise around the dark space,

"Come in Mickey, over?"

Nothing but white noise again. The blonde sighed loudly before stepping back outside and pressing her back against the cold wall. She was wearing her usual attire for work: a black, shiny leather jacket with golden studs; a collared black zip-up crop top; a long, black leggings from her mum; a ripped pair of denim shorts that were almost too small for her now; some grey cons that she'd worn ever since she lost him; and the tight belt carrying all her equipment. She twisted the dial calmly, hoping to find some sort of response. More grounding noice creased through until a deep voice jerked out of the small speaker,

"Copy. Visuals? Over."

The agent's ex always enjoyed making her worry. Talking over the communicators amused him. They were required to speak this way over the walkie-talkies like they had been taught in Torchwood's strict training. Mickey shared the young women's stamina and fell short of her height only by three centimetres. He had dark skin with short, black hair and was soft and afraid when they had first met all those years ago but now that they both knew what was out there, life had changed. The twenty-three year old had been stuck here for just under three years which was in her opinion past long enough. It was evident that she wasn't the only one to wish that she were elsewhere. To put it in a basic way, the defender of Earth could read minds. She acquired the skill on Satellite 5. Being able to see other people's thoughts so easily was an ability that nobody seemed to share with her. In fact, the girl didn't remember when she suddenly became hyper-aware of the world. Tons of knowledge poured of her tongue at first but she soon found keeping quiet helped. It was like the mind-reading and knowledge was just an add-on to her adventures. A special add-on that was developing slowly as things began to fit together like a jigsaw. Over this time, she had put a good use to herself: she got a job at her dad's place and put herself through the required exams, tests and practise needed. One year in, she'd made it through to the company's indoor research department. This didn't suit the Londoner very well so she set about getting herself into the swat team which now consisted of Mickey, Jake, his mates, Jenny and herself.

The young girl, Jenny, looked much like herself with blonde, mid-length hair; light, hazel eyes; a brilliant sense of fashion; and a sturdy shape. Jenny was the second closest member to her on the team and was just like a younger sister: always inspired by you and striving to help in every way possible. Then there were the punk-rebel boys that Mickey had befriended on their first trip here. She didn't hate them but their taste of fashion and talk wasn't remotely her style. Her boss wasn't kind but still took to her nicely and his boss was her dad. Pete Tyler was an important man, not only her father, and he had many roles in major companies. This made her either unpopular or famous depending on who she met. She usually took to taking the bus instead of walking or joining her dad in his car. This way, nobody would fluster her or upset her.

A/N:

Hello, it's Kitty here. This is quite a fun story to write. But it will get darker, I'm going to rate it T for safety. I hope your enjoying this as much as I am, please like/follow/review: it means a lot to me!!! I gotta go now xxx