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Being Torchwood.

John Mitchel pushed his linens container station into the hospital room he had to clean next. Always dirty sheets to be collected. He closed his eyes as he looked around the room. Blood was everywhere on the sheets. His senses were strong. He could smell the dry blood on the sheets.

From the fresh blood on the floor and stains on the bed, it looked like the person bleeding was bleeding from an upper body wound. The blood smelled. It would make someone throw up by the scent. A normal person. But not Mitchel. Not to a vampire. It made his throat so dry. His pupils dilated a bit. What if this person bled from the neck? Or near a major vein? Close to the heart? He closed his eyes as he didn't let the vampire in him come out. He was human. Normal.

Mitchel opened his eyes as they were back to normal. His iris in colour. Not pitch black when his other self takes over. It took him so long to keep it under control. Funny to catch a vampire working picking up bloody sheets and mopping up blood from the floor and not be caught licking it up. Mitchel grabbed one corner of the bed sheet as he pulled it and wrapped it all into a folded mess. He placed the sheet in the container to be washed as he cleaned up. He took notice of the clock inside the room. Another hour and his shift was over. One more hour for him and George. It was after all that time of the month as George likes to put it. Mitchel thought as he couldn't believe how housebroken he was now. Here he was, working at a hospital, living with his mates. Life was Normal.

Well. If you consider living with George and Annie as normal. After all, one's a werewolf and one's a ghost. He laughed to himself as he remembered when he and George moved in to the flat. Annie was hysterical when they could see and hear her. The mystery of why she is a ghost is still there. But Annie was happy enough to have someone there to talk to and make tea for. Always making tea. Making it feel more like home each morning with fresh tea scent in the air. Too bad everyone else couldn't see Annie. She was a beauty and such a great...

Mitchel heard some commotion outside the room as he heard someone say the word Torchwood and a group of 4 came into the room. The medical staff were behind them as a woman in a tight leather jacket flashed a badge of sorts and they left the room. He saw one man in a military coat assisting another man in a suit towards the medical bed. The young man in a suit looked hurt and semi conscious. But something was different. Mitchel tried to get a closer look as they placed the man in the suit on the bed. Another man moved Mitchel out of the way as he went to check on the man in the suit. Their wardrobe confused Mitchel a bit as he tried to put this all together. A woman in a tight jacket, a military man, a suited man and a very rude man? The woman came near him as she tried to be gentle.

"Sorry, we need this medical room in private please." She placed her hand on Mitchel's shoulder as she smiled at him. Welsh. Great.

"I was just cleaning up. I'm not done and..." Mitchel noticed they were all covered in mud in one way or another. He looked at the floor as the muddy shoe prints all over the floor proved it. Hell, he just cleaned too.

"It's alright sweetheart. We just need the room." She motioned for Mitchel to leave.

"I could call a doctor and..." Mitchel kept looking at the man in the suit, feeling that something wasn't right.

"What she is trying to say is get out. I'm the doctor here so thanks for the bloody help, now get out!" The rude man spat at Mitchel. Mitchel took a deep breath and calmed his temper. But there was something he smelled with that intake of air. It came from the man in the suit. His eyes widened as he got a good look at the man in the suit. His suit was shredded on the back. He was hurt. And he smelled like ...George.

"Someone get the help out, NOW." The military man, he assumed being the leader, not Welsh he noted, ordered as the woman in the tight jacket stood in front of Mitchel's face.

"Out." Firm but gentle. Mitchel grabbed the linens station and pushed it out of the room. He had to go find George. Maybe his senses were off. Maybe it was someone else he smelled. But if that man was attacked by George, or what George transforms into, and the man was alive... maybe George had been killed? He pushed the station to a corner as he rushed towards his time clock and punched out. He had to go find George.

"He's gone" Gwen closed the door as she returned her attention back at the group helping Ianto.

"Does it feel pins and needles in your shoulder?" Owen asked Ianto who shook his head. Good, he could rule out a serious fracture. "Feels better?" Ianto nodded as Owen started to open his suit up to expose his chest. But there was an undershirt problem. "Good. I popped it back in while you were out."

"Thank you for taking my feelings into consideration" Ianto blankly replied.

"I didn't. I did it for myself. I hate hearing you complain about everything." Owen paused as he looked Ianto. " And yes, I did take your stapler." Owen admitted as Ianto nodded his head slowly.

"I knew it." Ianto grinned as he remembered asking Jack to check the CCTV for his missing stapler but ended up shagging each other on Jack's office floor. Owen went to check Ianto's legs as Owen was starting to undo Ianto's belt when Ianto stopped him. "Could you ask her to leave sir?" Ianto looked at Jack and then at Gwen. He wasn't getting exposed like this in front of her. Jack nodded as he saw Ianto blush.

"Gwen, only us boys are allowed to see Ianto's treasures." Jack motioned Gwen to stand outside as she smiled.

"You could be useful and ask the staff for a shoulder sling and strap and some cloths to clean up. Great. Thanks." Owen demanded as Gwen rolled her eyes and left the room. Owen grabbed a pair of scissors from a drawer and went back to Ianto. "Sorry mate, gotta cut it off from the sleeves. Don't want to move your shoulder that much until I put that sling on." Owen held up the scissors and started to cut the jacket sleeves first.

Ianto turned away as he mourned the loss of his favourite suit. Jack was on his other side holding Ianto's hand.

"Don't worry Ianto, I'll get you a new one."

"This one was my favourite sir. Your favourite."

"I will send the bill to Owen." Jack caught Owen giving him a look as he continued his task on the long sleeved shirt that was under the jacket.

"How many layers of clothing do you wear each day?" Owen complained as he started to cut through the undershirt.

"Enough. I love removing them" Jack commented as Ianto blushed.

"Forget I said anything." Owen shook his head as he continued his examination.

"Jack?" Came the voice through Jack's comm.

"Go ahead Tosh." Jack waited as Tosh was typing away back in the SUV compact computer.

"There was a call made to the police. I took over their transmission and said we will handle the investigation." Tosh scrolled down to read the official report.

"Your point Tosh?"

"The report was about a couple who were in the woods and were attacked. Glenn Hogan, age 23, and Michelle Breton, age 20. The police reported that the couple said it was some sort of hairy monster that came from the woods and attacked them while they were camping. The only way they escaped was because a car scared it off as they jumped in the lake. A big bright headlight was seen."

"There wasn't any sign of another car there." Jack replied as all he remembered seeing was footprints.

"Exactly. Bright lights. Rift activity. Putting two and two together Jack?"

"Yes but there is a problem now. The light was seen after the attack right?"

"Yes?" Tosh replied as she didn't seem to understand where Jack was going with this now.

"So, the creature didn't come from the rift. It was already there. Tosh, gather reports of anything strange happening in the woods and surrounding area. "

"What am I looking for Jack?

"Anything!" Jack didn't mean to yell but the grip that Ianto had on his hand started to squeeze him hard.

"Ow!" Ianto hissed as he closed his eyes from the pain. Owen had removed one of his shoes as Ianto felt the pain from his ankles. Owen frowned as pulled Ianto's sock off and checked Ianto's ankles. Owen lifted the trouser leg as he gasped at the sight of the ankle.

"You are lucky, it's just some deep scratches." Owen went to clean the wound. "Your other ankle like this?" Ianto nodded as he looked at Jack.

"It grabbed them as it threw me towards the SUV"

"Good thing for the Welshman's hard head then." Owen replied as he went to clean the wounds. "Let's hope that dog doesn't have any rabies." Owen joked but he knew once back at the hub he had to run some tests to make sure that Ianto was alright.

"That's not funny." Ianto sighed as Owen started to clean his wounds.

Georges' body shivered a bit. He was so cold. Waking up from his own nightmare was always comforting. Even though he was naked in the middle of the woods, he sat up as he looked where he was laying. Mitchel would be looking for him soon. He rubbed his ankle a bit. Why was it sore? He felt nothing wrong as he stood up and tried to figure out which way was which. His chest was sore as he could see a scar on his chest. Where had that come from? He walked as he continued to examine his body for any more scars. He found 3 more around his shoulder and arm. And one on his leg. What had happened to him? His ankle hurt a bit as he walked. He looked down to see it again but it looked normal. Normality. Him? Right.

The forest was getting more familiar as he kept walking. He almost got super excited as he saw his backpack under a fallen tree branch. He swore he would cheer but instead he started to change into the clothes inside his backpack. He shivered as he changed and felt his clothes started to warm up. He kept on walking towards where he thought the motorway was. The river was on to his left as he saw where the bridge was. That was the direction he had to go.

Being a forest and all, he expected trees and tall grass and bushes but never hills. The Leigh Woods were full of them. George hated climbing hills. He could see the bridge getting closer as he cut across some trees and finally made it out to an open field near the river. He felt his foot hit something as it was too soft to be a rock. Curiosity got the best of George as he looked back and examined what his foot touched.

"Huh?" George opened the wallet and looked inside. "Ianto Jones. Cardiff?" He read the ID name and looked at the business card that was in with his ID. "Tourist Information Centre, Cardiff Wales." He closed the wallet as he noticed the back of it. It had scratches on it. Like claw marks. George looked around more and found some torn fabric on the grassy floor. Shredded clothes. Next to a piece of fabric, he saw a footprint as he started to panic. Footprint. With claws. He looked around as he felt he had to get away from there. He placed the wallet in his backpack and started to run faster towards the road.

What if's came into George's mind. He should just drop the wallet and pretend he never found it. He stopped as he knew that's what he had to do. He opened his backpack and held the wallet in his hands. It wasn't like him not to care. He closed his eyes as he heard a car honking. George snapped out of it as he saw the small beat up car that belonged to Mitchel. He rushed to the passenger side and got in.

"Hey." George greeted as Mitchel nodded his head in response. Mitchel sighed as he was glad his mate was still alive and from the look of things, wasn't hurt. Mitchel started to drive back onto the main road as he took in a deep breath. He wasn't mistaken. Georges' scent hasn't changed. He turned to see George who kept looking out onto the road. George was thinking as he clutched onto his backpack.

"You alright?" Mitchel asked as George nodded. He kept looking out as Mitchel was starting to get a bit worried. Maybe he was hurt. George was breathing. He had to of been fine. If something happened as he was the werewolf, he would of healed up before transforming back to human form. Thats the way it worked. Right?

"Yeah. Yeah. Fine." George lied as he shook his head. "No. I'm not. I think the creature hurt someone when... when It took over." George said as he never admitted it was him. He is not the creature. He is not linked to it. It just happens. George opened his pack and showed Mitchel the wallet. "A Ianto Jones. From Cardiff." Mitchel looked at the ID as it all confirmed this. Mitchel cleared his throat. "I looked around but only found this. What if It killed him Mitchel?"

"You didn't."

"How do you know? This isn't me. I did not do this! I transform into this... Monster. Who knows what It do?" George started to panic. What if's....

"You .. I mean It didn't."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I saw him come into the hospital before I came here." Mitchel said as he looked at George and motioned towards the wallet. "This Ianto Jones... and..." He whispered.

"And? What aren't you telling me?"

"He smells like a werewolf."

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