I am in a special school so I think I'll only be able to update on the weekend. I don't own anything, stole some ideas from some people but I don't remember who.

"So they won't mind if we just walk in?" I stated following after John into the little shop we had been to before.

"We already were invited in if you so kindly remember." Stepping behind the desk John reached down for something smiling at me slyly.

"What are you doing?" I asked but right as I took a step forward there was a loud clang causing me to jump. Turning around I saw that the wall had disappeared revealing a hallway. "What the hell do you do?!" arching an eyebrow at John I waited for him before entering the hallway.

"I pressed zee button, now come on, don't you want to find out about Mitchell?" Disappearing into the hallway he did a little laugh that just was egging me to punch him.

"It's Michael!" Running after him, barely missing the wall as it shut at my heals.

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Standing up from his seat, Michael smiled as he felt his victim drew near.

"Sit down! We are so not done with you yet." Gwen yelled pushing the man back down in his seat.

Currently there was Ianto, Jack, Michael, and Gwen standing around the table in the board room. Jack and Gwen were in the middle of interrogation when Ianto had brought in a file of the current possible humans Michael might have had in contact with.

Pointing at the pictures on the table Gwen used the other hand to point his head at them. "Which one is it? Tell us and we won't have to resort to drastic measures."

"What drastic measures would those be?" Michael's voice called out tauntingly; moving a bloodied hand to knock the paper aside.

Jack rolled up his sleeves but stopped at the lights turning red and the alarms going of.

"Intruder… Ianto with me, Gwen watch him." Jack pulled out his pistol barking commands as he headed to the stairs.

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"John… I get the feeling we weren't invited." Pulling out knifes from my front jacket and back pants pockets I scan the room finding some men coming at us from across the room.

Holding his hands in the air John just laughed. "Aw Jack can't we be friends."

Jack held his gun aimed at John looking over at me watchfully. "I can't really trust you 100 percent, what's with the kid?"

"I'm not a kid, ass" Walking up to him I wave my arms from John to Jack. "Now come on ask the question."

"What question?" Jack asked jumping back to avoid the blades.

"Janet thinks you know where her friend Michael is." John stated looking rather disgusted as he said the name.

Arching an eyebrow Jack looked over at me.

"Michael did you say?"

"What is with people asking stupid questions? Yes Michael!" rolling my eyes I stopped my gaze when I saw him. He was standing behind a glass window looking rather scared.

I noticed he was badly beaten which just caused me to grow angry. He was mouthing 'get out' before a woman yanked him back, slamming him into the table.

Now I'm angry.

Turning to Jack I kick my leg out hitting him in the gut. Running up I smacked my fist hard against his spine causing the knife to cut him a little as he fell down. The other man came running at me but I threw the knife at him. (Can I say awesome skills!?) It struck his leg making him buckle and fall. 'Man this was easy.' Running up some stairs I got to the door right as the women pulled a gun on me.

Smiling I held up my hands. Michael smacked her with a chair from behind causing her to drop her gun. Picking it up, I point it at her until Michael had gotten to my side. Tossing the gun we headed back downstairs at which point Ianto, Jack, and John all held guns at us.

Looking nervously around I tried to think of something. I was too busy looking for an exit at the moment to notice everything that was going on. Suddenly my left arm was twisted behind my back and my brought down to my side. Jerking a few times I moved my head to face my attacker. Michael smiled at me leaning close as he did so.

"What THE FUCK?! Are you doing?!" I yelled trying to pull my arms away.

Sighing, he rested his head on my shoulders, gazing at the trio of guns thoughtfully.

"Ever wondered what Death would be like?" He asked flicking his wrist causing my thumb to pop out of place then back with a crack of the joint.

Screaming, tears start to blur my vision, he hadn't broken anything but damn it, it hurt.

"Stop it." John's eyebrows bunched up as he pulled out his sword with his free hand. Walking briskly John kept his gaze on Michael's as Michael let go of my hurt hand to grab my head.

"Stay back, or I'll do worse." Dropping my other arm he grabbed the other side of my head, holding it out to John warningly.

Stopping in mid stride John looked down at me for awhile.

I looked between John and the fingers that seemed to be my only life line and inhaled. 'Well this sucks.' Causing my legs to become dead weight I went limp making Michael stumbled forward trying to hold me up but failing miserably. This was all John needed to point his gun and shoot Michael in the head. As we both fell to the floor I felt immediate grief at what I had just done. Rolling over I grabbed on to Michael shaking my head of the guilt I felt.

Michael's eyes stared up at me as I tried wiping away the blood, but he only started coughing, causing more to cover us both.

I looked at my hands, dirty, rough, bloody, nothing good every happened from them.

I was pulled away then, I don't know how long I had been staring at my hands but after awhile somebody had come and wiped them clean. Thoughts kept running through my head about what had happened, I've hurt people before, I've killed people before, but I never felt this loss. It's a strange feeling. To feel something you've never felt before, grief.

I've been happy at times, though most of my life has been a sad lot. Michael wasn't really there for any of it. And although it may seem odd, I don't remember caring about what anyone else thought until he came along. Not to be cheesy, I just don't remember a time I cared. And now…I don't know what to do, it's like being asked a joke that has no punch line. It's stupid.

Anyway, letting out a sigh, I snap to the present. Currently I'm on a couch, there's a blanket wrapped around me and the lights seem to be flickering. Looking around I notice John staring at me from a computer chair. Smiling he gets up and walks around the coffee table and plops down beside me.

"I was beginning to think you left. Glad your back." Laying back John kicks his feet up on the table and stretches his arms out to rest on the back of the couch.

Smiling a little I shake my head. "Chalk one up for experience."

Tugging the blanket around me I lean back and look at John.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked rubbing my thumb in my hands.

"How about a drink? I think the owners don't want us here anymore."

"You're buying." Standing up I toss the blanket aside.

John grinned as usual, jumped up and proceeded to stride out of the place merrily.

Following behind I surveyed the area and saw the 'owners.' Turning my gaze downwards, I pretended no to notice their whispering or hand gestures.

……………………………… The next day.

I'm in a strange hotel, and I have no idea what just happened. I've checked the room over and all I can find are my shoes, jacket, and an envelope. Sitting down on the bed I rub my head trying to think of what day it was and whether it was possible I was still in Cardiff. The logically thing is I just got to pissed to call a cab home, I better phone work and tell them I won't be in today. Standing up I look at the desk and the envelope. A little curious I walk over and pick it up. Nothing special. Turning it over I tear it open and find a wad of cash. Dropping it on the desk I rip the rest of the envelope open. There was a single piece of paper that said, - Sorry lov, but had to do it, please forgive me. Vera-

"What the hell happened last night?!" looking around the room I shudder. The last thing I remember is excepting a drink from somebody. This is so why you shouldn't drink with strangers.

Pulling on my shoes and jacket I stuff the cash in my pocket and head for the door. Arching an eyebrow I thought about the note.

"Who the hell is Vera?"

Ok, so this may not be the last chapter. Thinking of tying Lilly into this, if you don't know who she is, then that makes my job easier.

I know this is a bit from the -Adam- episode, but I promised not to kill her so…

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Please review, I'd like to know how I'm doing. And as always 'killing people is wrong…killing people while singing show tunes however is always good.'