Title: Tears of the Weevil

Summary: Owen begins testing Gwen, and she gets her first glimpse of how the new Torchwood team work.

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Don't own Torchwood, the characters or anything related to the show.

A/N: Apologies for the lack of updates, but exams are coming up so my free time is disappearing. Italics indicate a memory.

"Where've you two kids been?" Jack quizzed. It was already past noon. Owen skulked off to find Lacey, leaving Gwen alone with Jack.

"We got up late." She brushed off his questions. "So when do we get started?"

"No time like the present." Owen interrupted them, having returned from speaking to the other woman.

She expected to be stuck on the autopsy table all day but Owen didn't lead her to the autopsy area. She followed him down one of the many dimly lit tunnels of Torchwood and in to a room she didn't know existed.

It looked like a cross between a laboratory and an office. It held what looked like a customized dentist's chair, a desk full of clutter, a filling cabinet, equally cluttered, various work benches full of vials and assorted medical equipment, a lap top, a fridge and a couch. "Cosy." Gwen muttered, more to herself than to her companion.

"We spent the better part of three years in here…looking for a cure. Anyway, let's get to work. Roll up your sleeve." Gwen took a seat in the medical chair and removed her jacket, she lay back waiting for Owen. He removed a fresh needle from its wrapper and brought it to her arm.

"No jokes about a small prick then?" She teased as the needle pierced her flesh. He cracked a weak smile at the memory. Once he had a pint of her blood he handed her a glass of orange juice and a biscuit.

"Lie down for a bit." He went to the refrigeration unit, worryingly the same place he'd fetched the orange juice from, and retrieved one of the samples he still had from the older Gwen.

Putting a sample of each in to a machine he set the controls and left it to analyse the two blood samples. "It'll be…"He trailed off as he took in the scene before him. Gwen lay fully reclined in the chair, eyes closed and lips slightly parted.

Her eyes snapped open as she suddenly felt a weight on top of her. She found herself pinned down by Owen, his eyes wild and yet his expression blank, as though he were staring right through her.

She was napping after an all-nighter in the lab, half asleep in the chair. Owen grinned as he padded softly over like a lion silently stalking its prey. He pounced, taking her by surprise. Her eyes opened and glared at him half-heartedly.

"Oi you. I need my beauty sleep." His triumphant grin turned in to something much more sincere as he gazed down at her.

"No. No. You don't."

"Owen!" Lacey repeated for the third time, snapping him out of his daze. He stiffened as he realised what had gone on. He'd acted on instinct, the beast within him taking control. "Jack wants you in the boardroom." She ordered, her voice stern as though she were the eldest of the two. He growled at her, his grip on Gwen's wrists increasing to an uncomfortable amount.

"Do you want to try and take me Harper?" She asked, only a hint of teasing in her voice. Grunting, he slid off Gwen's lap and stormed out of the lab.

"He just jumped on me!" Gwen explained as Lacey walked her back up to the boardroom. The younger girl smiled sympathetically.

"He was going off the edge before we sent him back. I think sending him back to a time before any of this happened, when you and Ianto were still…well it sent him over it." Her tone changed to a lighter note as she added. "If he starts anything funny just give him a good kicking. Works for me." Gwen laughed. She had a feeling she and the blonde had gotten on while her future self was alive.

They arrived at the boardroom where the others were already waiting. "We've got a situation." Jack explained. "Lennie Pilkington's been arrested. He was our man on the inside. A doctor working on a so called 'cure' for the government." He added for Gwen's benefit. "He's being held for eight hours at the police station until he can be taken to the government base. If he gets there, we're screwed."

"So what do we do?"

Jack's trademark grin returned. "I'm glad you asked Gwen. Still got that police uniform of yours?"

Gwen ran in front of the police station chased by Owen in weevil form. He dived on her, wrestling her to the floor. The desk sergeant and a few others immediately ran out to help her, leaving the coast clear for Jack and Lacey to slip in to the station unnoticed.

They made their way to the holding cells in search of Pilkington. He wasn't in any of them. Jack sighed. What he wouldn't give for a straightforward operation just once. "Check the interview rooms." He ordered Lacey as they made their way deeper in to the station. She, like Gwen, was in a police constable's uniform with her hat low down over her face, so no one even gave them a second glance as they made their way through the building.

She popped her head in to investigation room four and found Pilkington, but he wasn't alone. "Ma'am." She shouted urgently. "There's a weevil attacking a group of officers outside! They said to get you." The woman scrambled out of the room, ordering her to guard the prisoner. A few moments later Jack entered the room, his pistol in his hand. "Get after her. Keep her away from Gwen." He glared at his young companion when she didn't move.

"You'll shoot him. He doesn't deserve that."

He sighed and nodded. "Take care of him, I'll go get Gwen and the others. See you back at the hub." Pilkington smiled warily at her.

"Thank you so much. That animal would have killed me." A look of pure hatred contorted Lacey's youthful features. The old doctor's eyes widened as a sadistic smirk spread over the young girl's lips.

The fight between Owen and the police had only been going on for a few minutes when the officer from the interrogation room arrived at the scene. He'd knocked out eight police constables and was about to tell Gwen to get back in the car when he spotted her. Agent Emmerich. Head of the B.A.D.S; The British Alien Defence Squad. They were the government's replacement Torchwood set up to 'deal' with the weevil problem. Owen quickly grabbed Gwen and pulled her behind him, out of sight. Realisation quickly dawned on Emmerich.

"Doctor Harper I presume?" His threatening growl answered her question. "I believe I've just seen Miss Cassidy…so who's this? A new recruit?" Owen smirked, a satisfied toothy grin as Jack appeared behind her, his pistol aimed at her back.

"Owen get in the SUV!" He did as he was told, dragging Gwen along behind him.

"What about Lacey?" Gwen spoke before Owen could stop her. Emmerich's eyes widened.

"Gwen?"

Jack struck her on the back of the head, knocking the agent to the ground. "Owen, car!" The two men bungled Gwen in to the SUV and made a hasty retreat, leaving the youngest member to fend for herself. Something both Owen and Jack knew she was perfectly capable of.

'Who was that?" Gwen quizzed once they were safely away and Owen was back in his human form.

"The enemy."