A/N: Here we have chapter two of Mission Possible. For those of you who are fans of Torchwood, I thought I should let you know now that there are going to be some references to season 2.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and Torchwood belong to RTD… well, actually, I think he's selling the rights to someone else (Thank God).
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Lucy made sure the ring was securely in her coat pocket as she swept her gaze around the Cardiff club she was currently in. In addition to the Welsh patrons one would expect to see, the room was filled with aliens of various species, all partaking in the sort of activities one who expect to see in a nightclub.
Harry had told her of places like this. Due to Cardiff's proximity to the Rift, and the large number of aliens arriving in the city everyday, Torchwood and UNIT had set up a series of places underground for the more sentient races to "enjoy" the pleasures of Earth. Millions of pounds spent every year to keep the planet's unwilling "tourists" busy and out of trouble.
Lucy snorted at the thought. If you wanted to keep someone from causing trouble, you should just kill them, easy as that. That was one of the many lessons the Master had taught her- usually through demonstration- during the Year That Never Was.
She continued moving through the club, squinting her eyes in order to better see through the dimmed lighting and smoked-filled air. She wasn't looking for anyone in particular, but she needed to find someone to keep the Freak and his little team busy for her.
When she had reached her hotel room in downtown Cardiff, a second hologram of her (temporarily) late husband had appeared from the ring. It had told her that the strongest concentration of Rift energy in the city was near the Roald Dahl Plass. Unfortunately, the recording had told her, this was also one of the entrances to Torchwood Three.
So, if she was going to bring back the man (gender-wise, if not technically by species) that she loved, she would have to distract Captain Harkness and his friends long enough to get the ring in position.
With these thoughts in mind, Lucy continued to search the room for a suitable pawn… er, decoy. Finally, she spotted something on the other side of the dance floor, and stopped in surprise. She seen some weird things since Harry had chosen her, and she thought she'd seen it all.
But a giant blowfish in a cheap Armani suit snorting cocaine just took the cake, as the Americans would say.
Shaking off her shock, Lucy made her way across the room until she was standing at the table currently occupied by the blowfish. After a few moments, he looked up at her, and cocked her head to the side. "Can I help you?" he asked in a nasally voice.
"Yes," Lucy said, as she took a seat. "I have a proposition for you."
"Oh, really?" the blowfish asked as he leaned towards her. "And what kind of 'proposition' do you have, blondie?"
Lucy leaned forward, steeping her fingers together as she stared the alien in the eyes. "I need someone to distract Torchwood for me while I take care of some personal business here in Cardiff. And you seem like just the right man- person, I should say- to do so."
The blowfish snorted. "Why should I put my life on the line dealing with Torchwood while you handle your 'personal business'? It hardly seems very beneficial for me."
Lucy simply smiled and reached into her pocket. The blowfish tensed, but then relaxed as she pulled out a large stack of bills. Placing it on the table and sliding it toward the alien druggie, the former First Lady of Great Britain winked. "Perhaps this will persuade you?" She said as she leaned back in her chair.
The blowfish stayed silent for a few moments, glancing back and forth between Lucy and the money. Finally, he grabbed the money and stuffed it in his pocket. "Well, I suppose it'll be good for a laugh," he said as he stood up. "Good," Lucy said as she also stood, "get right on it."
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Several nights later, Lucy stood in Roald Dahl Plass. A few hours earlier, the blowfish had contacted her, saying that he was leading Torchwood on a wild chase through the streets of Cardiff. Taking advantage of the situation, she had quickly made her way to Torchwood's primary entrance.
Now she stood next to the fountain directly over the Hub. Quickly glancing around to make sure she was alone, she reached into her pocket and pulled out the ring, which was already starting to glow with Rift energy.
Once again making sure she was alone, she dropped the ring into the fountain, hoping no one would notice it while it recharged.
Lucy quickly turned on her heel and made her way back to her rented car. A few more days, that was all she needed. A few more days and Harry would be hers again.
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A/N: Well, there's chapter two. Hope you all liked it. I'll have chapter three up soon, but I have other fics to work on, so that might slow things down.
In the meanwhile, read and review!