Previously:
Before John could say anything else there was a huge green flash outside. Everyone ran towards the window and stared as a green light flew over Cardiff and landed somewhere in the far distance.
"S'beautiful" Rose murmured.
"Isn't it just? Meteors, though that was rather low probably landed somewhere up north Wales, maybe even further into the Irish Sea" John said unknowingly slipping a hand into Rose's.
Both Jack and Donna exchanged uneasy looks. That might be the family, if not the Family a bunch of aliens wanting to take over the world. The next few days will probably be very busy.
Jack was just coming up with an excuse to get him, Donna and Rose out of the flat so they could get to the meteor when he's phone rang, he peeked at the I.D to see Owen's name flashing on. He answered it quickly.
"Hello?"
"Before you even say a word I'm going to the crash site. Tosh is contacting the military and they said only one of us can come. Since Ianto and Gwen are supposed to be having dinner with their parents and Tosh doesn't trust me near her tech I thought I would go"
"You just want to be there where the action is" Jack said flatly knowing exactly what Owen's motive behind this generous gesture was. "I won't let you, you know what Mar-"
"Screw Dr Martha Jones and her diagnose. I'm bored of being stuck behind a desk. I'm annoyed having Ginger Spice going out on missions instead of me and I don't need Martha freaking Jones to do all the medical work. Please Jack it's not like I'll be able to do anything with the bloody military breathing down my neck"
Jack sighed, he knew Owen was getting irate with the way everyone was treating him. But Owen couldn't heal; he could break every bone in his body and live out the rest of his existence in a body cast, glaring at him, blaming him. Well it was his fault; he just couldn't let Owen go, not after the Master.
"Fine, you can go" Jack snapped "but if you break another bone I'm tying you to a chair for as long as we both live"
"I wouldn't exactly call what I do living" Owen drawled.
"Just go!" Jack snapped, not wanting to hear Owen be bitter. He hung up quickly before Owen could speak again.
"Zombie-Man is in a mood again?" Donna asked raising an eyebrow.
"I don't understand why you call Owen Zombie-Man" John said tearing his gaze from Rose to look at Donna, "it makes no sense"
"It's because he's a gormless git" Donna said cheerfully causing Jack to snort. "Do any of you want some more champagne?"
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Owen sighed; he was thrown together with this group that consisted of a bratty newbie (no older than seventeen), a bossy woman (who kept glaring at him) and a young woman (who didn't say a word). Apparently whatever it was that fell from the sky couldn't be located and everyone was scouting in groups.
"Now then I think we should go this way and split up into smaller groups" the older woman said. Her bossiness reminded Owen of Donna…or maybe even Gwen who had her bossy moments.
"Whatever" he yawned "can we just get this over and done with"
"Just because you're part of a top secret organization it gives you no right to be arrogant and pompous!" the older woman snapped, glaring at him "I have worked for the military for twenty two years and I'm not going to let some pup tell me what to do!"
"Pup! HA! You may be older, lady but let me tell you. The things I have seen and fought. You will never believe, so why don't you go over there with you're silent little cronies and let the professional do his job"
The woman scowled at him before storming off with the other two silently walking behind her. Owen carried on by himself when he walked into something, throwing himself back a foot or two. He looked up and saw nothing that should have been able to do it. He slowly got up on his feet and held his hand out; suddenly a flash of green and he could feel cool metal underneath his palm.
He found a spaceship.
The doors opened and despite his experience and better judgement (which he promptly ignored because the sheer curiosity was over powering his mind) he went in. the door shut immediately behind him and he felt something pressing against him, it reminded him a lot of Death and how Death possessed him.
Look at this father of mine; it is alive yet not alive.
Yes I can see daughter of mine, it is the perfect vessel for me.
And what about us husband of mine? Shall we sit around here doing nothing while you prance around in a vessel that's alive but not alive?
Oh shame, wife of mine. I can see in his mind. Outside there is a woman perfect for you and a boy and girl perfect for our children.
And then we shall find the Doctor and live forever!
Yes son of mine, we shall.