This is the second chapter thank you to the people who have subscribed/ favourited this story
Special thanks to my mom for helping with scientific words in this chapter.
Helen and Jack were in the conference room telling the torchwood team about how they met.
"This is the third time we've met," Jack explained, "the first time was in 1942, in London, in the middle of the London blitz. We were at a party; much like the one Tosh and I were stuck in. Helen was sitting at the edge of the room sipping champagne. She looked bored so I asked her to dance. After a few songs, during which we danced and flirted, the bomb sirens sounded. We went down to the multi-roomed bomb shelter and found our own room. You can probably guess what we got up to. When the all clear sounded, we parted ways thinking we would never see each other again."
"The second time we met," Magnus continued, "was in 1944. I was going from London to Normandy to work with the French resistance. I walked up to the plane I was supposed to take and the pilot was standing near the entrance of the plane, just as I was about to introduce myself I realized it was Jack, and I slapped him as hard as I could." she turned to look at Jack "you still need to explain how you look the same age you did back then"
"So do you" Jack retaliated
"Fine, I was born in 1850. My father was a doctor and fascinated by the unexplained. When I was in oxford I was part of a group we called 'the five'. Following my father's research we found, well, the blood of an extinct race, that of the Sanguine vampiris. We all injected ourselves with the blood, and we each got special abilities because of it. One of my friends, Nigel Griffin, became the invisible man. My fiancé, John Druitt was able to teleport, unfortunately, when he was teleporting he got infected with a strange being and he became Jack the Ripper. James Watson developed amazing deductive skills and became the basis for Sherlock Holmes. Nikola Tesla, yes THE Nikola Tesla, had a very drastic response to the blood and became a vampire himself. Mine was the most simple, and the hardest to detect, I have incredible longevity. I can probably die, but if I were to try to die of old age it would probably take many centuries. Not long after that I continued my father's work and founded the sanctuary network, we work with what we call abnormals, although you would probably call them monsters. We protect them from both humans and themselves. Now Jack, why do you look the same age as you did in 1944?"
"I was born in the 51st century. I traveled in time and lost all memories of two years of my life to the people I worked for. After quitting, I traveled in time some more and met an alien that called himself 'The Doctor' I traveled in time with him for a while. One day I was killed and one of The Doctor's friends brought me back to life, unfortunately she didn't know her own power and brought me a little too much back to life and then they left me there. I came to earth knowing that if I was ever going to see The Doctor again it was going to be on this planet, in this century. This," he said holding up the wrist with the rift manipulator "was able to transport me in time and space but it ran out of power so I got transported into 1892. I soon found out that I couldn't die, even if you blow me to smithereens I will probably stand back up eventually. So I did the only thing I could, found Torchwood, the only place that deals with aliens, and waited."
"The existence of aliens is debatable, but now you will show me some of them, if you would be so kind, especially the ones you brought here earlier today."
Ianto looked at Jack waiting for him to say something. Jack read his expression and nodded then looked at Helen.
"Of course, Ianto will bring you there"
The two of them went down the stairs to look at the creatures.
"We call them Weevils. They're aliens but we aren't quite sure where their home planet is." Ianto said watching as Helen walked up to the door of the cell, "I wouldn't suggest getting to close, they can be slightly aggressive. Well, by slightly, I mean overly, viciously, horrifyingly, to the point of reminding one of a shark feeding frenzy…aggressive. They've never got through the glass though…but you wouldn't want to be standing here when the power fails."
The weevil lunged at Helen, and voraciously snuffled around the holes in the barrier. Magnus took a step closer to the glass and sniffed back at the weevil. The weevil scooted backwards.
"I agree, their dentition is quite reminiscent of the shark, even to those nasty serrations. What other abilities and characteristics have they shown?"
"Well, Owen thinks they may have a form of group telepathy of a sort. I think they're more basic than that, but I just can't fathom why these nasty beasts wear jumpers…"
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