Authors Note- As I'm sure many have noticed this is going to be written from mostly Hermione's point of view. It will closely follow the show up to a point and certain parts of certain episodes will be omitted simple because Hermione wouldn't have been in them or they were focusing on her character.

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Chapter 2: Day One

Jack: That was just the kiss. Imagine the buzz you get from the rest. That wasn't exactly the reaction I'd anticipated. -Day One- S1E2

It was hard to not respect him now, both she and Gwen agreed, although honestly she had never had a problem with that before. It seemed that having his secret immortality revealed to the both of them only gave a puzzle piece to a much more complicated jigsaw and yet Hermione became even more addicted to solving it. With her recent conversation with the man and her declaration to help him find The Doctor she found herself engrossed in the pages of any book she could find. Perhaps it was a need born from gratitude or a want stemmed from some other feeling that she willed herself not to dwell on that compelled her to take up the additional research project. Either way Hermione found herself more and more willing to hold herself to the promise, even if she was finding little to no information on the elusive man.

Hermione growled in frustration before gently setting her book down. She wished she would have thrown it immediately afterwards but honestly couldn't find it in herself to purposefully damage such a tome. He had left her behind again, and after she had proven that she was all recovered too. She had even gone as far as had Toshiko help her erase the footage of her breakdown off of the CCTV.

Yet here she was in the hub, reading a book and chatting with a bored tea boy while the others were off gallivanting around and playing with cosmic rocks. She had begged Jack to let her along, he only responded with a resounding no pointing out that there were only four seats in the jeep. What a bloody cheap excuse that was, she could have very easily driven her own vehicle. Hermione had physically restrained herself from crossing her arms and yelling that it wasn't fair to the American. She wanted to study the meteor too, imagine the information it could reveal. All of the stories it could tell and what if it had some form of alien life inside? Oh that would be pure delight. Sure they were bringing samples back and she could study them just as well in the hub but nothing matched the experience of being there first hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean too." Hermione's head snapped to the entrance where the field team was strolling in with an apologetic Gwen. Something had happened while they were out and she yearned to know what it was but couldn't bring it upon herself to ask least upsetting the brunette further. Hermione was quickly growing fond of the former police girl, sharing a secret as important as Jacks immortality often did that to people, and didn't like seeing her so distraught.

Hermione only caught the tail end of Owens scathing retort, something about office safety or some sort. She resisted the urge to snort at the young doctor; he was the pot in this situation. The new girl pleaded some more "But you two were throwing tools around at each other and I thought," she didn't get to finish her sentence before Owen interrupted.

"Yeah well we don't miss." Oh that was a lie and a half.

"So you think. I've seen you miss before." Hermione immediately shrank into herself as angry eyes were trained on her for her remark.

"This coming from the woman who is bloody rubbish at sports." He had a point there.

"Children, knock it off." Jack had obviously had enough of the banter and Hermione felt the need to comply.

Hermione let the team wander to the infirmary/morgue without comment. She calmly listened in and absorbed the information. The meteor had been chipped, due to an error in judgment on Gwen's part, and a noxious gas had been released. Possibly some sort of gaseous alien. Her ears perked up as she ran to the team at the mention of extraterrestrial life.

"What color was the gas?" It was a small detail but to Hermione it easily meant the difference.

"A luminescent pinkish purple. It raced off toward the downtown area as soon as it was released." Toshiko stated as Hermione let a small grimace cross her face. There were two kinds of alien life forms that took on a gaseous shape when without a solid body. They were also unfortunately the same color. The Dwovari and the Scenscum, and while the former was relatively harmless the later was an extremely dangerous being.

Before she had a chance to say anything though Ianto came in wielding his favorite clipboard. "A report just came in. there was a death in a night club and the circumstances seem a little strange." Before the Welsh man could continue Hermione snuck the board from his grasp and quickly devoured the contents. It seemed fairly strait forward and unfortunately pointed towards the more dangerous of the two purple smoke aliens. Man goes into a bathroom with a random floozy. Man has sex with said floozy. Man dies in bathroom and leaves nothing but a pile of dust and a floozy behind.

She frowned. "This is most definitely one of the Scenscum." She looked gravely up at her boss before continuing. "And this is most definitely not good. These beings are not meant to survive inside a host for long and it feeds off of energy." Once again she welcomed her wealth of knowledge.

"Well if its energy it feeds of why don't we just trap it in a room with a never ending supply of batteries? Or better yet just give it a comfy cell so it can siphon off the energy from the rift, lord knows that'll never stop seeping it out." She smiled shyly at Owen as he suggested it. If only it were that easy, unfortunately for her it was a little more awkward.

"Not that type of energy. They get a high off of the extra energy created when someone or something creates excessive amounts of endorphins." She quickly handed the clip board to Jack as the others crowded around it. "We need to go see who it's decided to inhabit because chances are it's going to be searching for more sexual partners to satisfy its need. And Jack," she waited until he looked at her to finish "by we I mean me too."

Jack nodded in understanding. He knew how stubborn the researcher could be and didn't have the time to argue it. "Fine but you're taking your own car." Hermione could only smile in response.

-xxxxx-

Hermione was lost in thought. They had been to the night club and watched the video and had taken readings. They had done all of the necessary steps in order to find the information they needed only to confirm her hypothesis about the creature. She had kept quiet as Gwen charged on asking questions and had hung back as the brunette and Jack went and checked out the alleyway. She didn't know why, and had so far found no reason for it, but ever since the new woman came along Hermione felt replaced and feared for the quickness in which Jack became close to Gwen. She knew well enough to know that she herself was not the jealous type, and yet the feeling she felt so strongly seemed just that.

Distancing her mind from the mood dampening thoughts she forced herself to think on the case at hand. When that had watched the footage from the alleyway they could see the woman who was occupied. She was thin and frail looking but other than her pale skin and body shape not much could be seen. Gwen and Toshiko were on the trail looking for the woman as the rest of the team researched what to do with the Scenscum when they found it.

It took her a few seconds to realize that Jack had left the room without giving her an order. Everyone else had been given a task, even tea boy Ianto, and yet he had given her nothing. She was beginning to feel useless. She gave a quick growl in anger as she grabbed her firearm and retreated down the metal stairs and down the damp hallways. A few minutes at the firing range would do her some good. It was a strange thought, just a few short years ago she would have never seen herself willingly shooting off a gun much less saving the world on a weekly basis. Now she gripped the metal as if it were another appendage or an extension of an already existing one.

Perhaps he was doing this to her as a punishment for not waiting for him when she got attacked. She huffed while shooting off her first round. Hermione would fight Jack to the ends of the earth about that certain experience, she was so positive in her choice to go in without him. Maybe he was too infatuated with the new girl to remember her. Hermione made face as she shot off her second. No, that was just her being jealous again, which to be honest she didn't know why she was feeling such a scornful emotion. It wasn't like she fancied the confident yank or anything. It was also a possibility that he was treating her as such out of concern. She mentally shook her head as she fired and hit the paper target in the shoulder. She really needed to get off that train of thoughts. She only felt gratitude towards the man. He had given her a way to get out of the hell hole that was her previous workplace after all.

Another shot rang out across the range hitting the target in the nonexistent heart. It was a natural feeling of loyalty and appreciation she reasoned with herself. Completely innocent. He was her leader and she treated him as such. If so why had she started crying when she thought he had died? A gunshot rang true as it sailed past the target. It was out of concern her mind answered itself as the heated debate continued. Why had she been so happy to see him stand back up, blood pouring out of his head? A likely reaction she answered, a feeling of coping when seeing a dead man stand up.

Then why was she so bloody jealous of the gorgeous welsh woman stealing the attention of her superior? A round ripping through the head portion of the target was her only answer.

-xxxxx-

Her name was Carys Fletcher and moments after breaking into her home Hermione got a good look at her. She was all limbs and doe eyes with a head full of reddish brown locks, and completely unknown to Hermione and yet the second she laid eyes on the girl she felt the warning signs of an immense headache.

As suddenly as the pain started she began to see mental images of another woman. The new woman was also pale and leggy, rail thin and freckled covered. Hermione once again watched as her own body walked over to the woman and gave her an encouraging smile. It was then she saw the attire of the fiery redhead. A white gown trailed along the floor as the ginger shifted nervously from foot to foot.

"Ginny Weasley if you don't stop acting so skittish someone would think you'd want to skip out on your own wedding." Hermione herd herself say, once again having no control over her own muscles. The woman, Ginny she corrected herself, flashed a brilliant white smile at her.

"Thank you for being here Hermione, I swear if you weren't keeping me from rushing out right now I'd be in Harry's arms and trying to run away with him. I can't believe how big this whole thing has gotten." It was true. She could hear a cacophony of noise outside of the room, people praising congratulations to what sounded like the bride's family and making numerous mentions of a "Heroic Harry Potter"

"I wouldn't miss this for the world you know that." True to her word Hermione couldn't find fault in her own voice as it spoke. She felt friendship well up in her chest along with happiness and several other confusing feelings. Why was she feeling such things for a woman she had never met before? More importantly why did said woman act so familiar towards her?

"Hermione!" the strange vision went black as she blinked her way back into the real world. Forcing the heels of her hands up to her temples she gently massaged her aching head while looking at the person who had called her name. Toshiko had one arm around her and was looking at her in concern. "Hermione are you alright? You froze once we got in the door and wouldn't react throughout the whole scuffle." The Japanese woman's voice was coated thickly in unease and worry for her friend.

"Yeah I'm sorry Tosh I just got lost in thought I guess. I'll go check upstairs to make sure no one else is here." With that said Hermione quickly pushed past the rest of the team leading a miserable Carys to the jeep and stumbled up the stairs. The pain was worsening and she was glad that the current situation had captured the others attention so she wouldn't have to explain her lack of response to anyone else. She quickly found her way to the closest bed and curled up into a ball waiting for the pain to pass. She barely registered the sounds of boots clanking up the stairs before she jumped off the bed and made herself busy looking around.

"Granger are you coming or not?" Great, off all the people to come up the stairs it had to be him.

"Sure, I was just checking to make sure no one else was here. Go ahead and take the jeep, I'll hitch a ride with Toshiko. We can't all fit with Carys in there anyway." The handsome man nodded astutely before retreating down the stairs, flippantly yelling up to her about meeting up at the hub and to not let Tosh's driving make them late. Hermione gathered her wits before following in his footsteps. Something was happening to her and she needed to know what. She was sitting contently in the car as Tosh pulled out to follow the jeep before she fully registered her own actions.

"Hermione what was that back there? What happened?" the computer genius was curious and concerned. The care in her friend's voice only made Hermione feel worse when she gave the only answer she could.

"I don't know. I truly honestly don't know."

-xxxxx-

"Bloody Hell Owen I told you she was a walking aphrodisiac!" Hermione shouted across the main room of the hub all the while giving a strange look at Captain Jack Harkness as he pleaded with their now escaping prisoner to not hurt the severed hand in the jar. Honestly, it was a dismembered hand! Hermione growled in frustration as Carys ran out the doors of the hub before swinging around to the now thankfully dressed doctor. "I tell you 'be careful the Scenscum have wafting pheromones' and you not only get close to her you let her trick you into letting her out!" Hermione was furious. No one ever listened to her; she really did know what she was talking about.

Everything seemed fine only minutes before. Carys had been safely locked up and the whole team was working together to save her life until a certain Owen Harper got close enough to the alien inhabiting the poor girls body to be affected. The girl had run around the hub knocking things over in a rush to get out but not before grabbing the now infamous jarred hand which was apparently just important enough to make Jack let her go free. She made a mental note; she would really have to find out why that hand was so damn important.

After regrouping they quickly deduced that the girl would have headed for an ex-boyfriend, as the five of them headed to the garage Hermione groaned upon realizing that she would have to drive her own personal automobile again. "Jack we really need a bigger jeep." She called over her shoulder after quickly turning around and heading out the civilian entrance. Ianto nodded politely as she ran out the door and to the nearest parking lot. "I swear I miss out on all of the good stuff driving my own car like this."

After frustratingly trying to catch up to the speeding vehicle she parked just in time for everyone to come running out of the apartment complex. Carys' most current ex had already been reduced to nothing more than a pile of dust.

-xxxxx-

They had found her at a fertility clinic. It was so convenient that Hermione resisted the urge to smack her head for not realizing it earlier. She along with Toshiko and Owen had done nothing more than watch as Jack kissed the dying girl and trapped the alien into a stasis field. Carys had been returned to her father with scaring memories but otherwise no injuries and everyone else had returned to the hub.

Jack had taken Gwen off to a corner and proceeded to give her an encouraging talk about everyone making mistakes and Hermione couldn't help her mind wander to her mistake on her second week. She had slipped while going down a set of stairs and hit the emergency release button for the cells. Thankfully there had only been one weevil occupying them but the terror of being in the hub with a one alone had been all encompassing. Jack had saved her then too; he had charged in and quickly fought the weevil back into his cage so quickly she hadn't had a chance to wonder where he had come from. It wasn't until the next day that she had learned he had been sleeping in his office when he heard her screaming.

Hermione let a ghost of a smile cross her face as she thought about the embarrassing explanations for the accident and the ridicule that she suffered from Owen for a whole week. She supposed Jack was just that kind of man, he always seemed to save her when she most needed it. She felt it was due time to return the favor as she crept over to her near spotless computer station. Maybe she could manage to get some research about The Doctor in before Owen noticed her and their ever continuing fight over whether books or internet was better started again. She silently chuckled at the thought. This was her family, the arguments and taunting, the caring and loving. It all felt so real and was something she had been missing since whoever had first recruited her retconed her parents.

Maybe the group dynamic would change with the addition of the outspoken welsh woman ,but Hermione for one sure welcomed it.