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Author's Note: Again I hate this chapter. Suggestions for improvement welcome.

Scene Eleven – London, 1986

They saw the New Year in together, both of them lost in a frenzy of passion that would be their last. Jack, while she dozed in his arms, reminisced on all their past encounters, from their first in an inn not so far from here, right up to this cursed day. Jack found himself turning over in his mind what he knew of the recent killings that left the victims drained of blood. He knew of a dozen species that could do such a thing, and suspected that there were a good few more that he didn't know of. But Torchwood was getting pretty good at tracking alien life and there seemed to be nothing in the area that was capable of such an act... other than Teya...

He looked down on her sleeping form and smiled fondly to himself. He could remember their first meeting like it was yesterday, how she'd given him a blood-laced smile before assuring him that she wasn't going to kill the man she was feeding from. He remembered finding her again, five years later, and how she'd fed from him, and how sick she'd become. He remembered desperately trying to pronounce her full name, finally settling for "Teya", which meant "Lost", which was much easier than "Child who was born lost in a century of darkness". Even in English that was a mouthful.

Jack winced as he thought of the number of times their lives had coincided, their paths running in parallel, occasionally meeting for brief periods. Jack had to admit that though they had known each other for a lifetime, though they enjoyed the time they spent together, they knew very little about one another. She was capable of killing, of that there was no doubt, but that didn't mean she was a killer, then again it didn't mean she wasn't. He woke her gently, with much regret, early the following morning. She followed him without question to Canary Wharf, though when he entered the tower building she hung back.

"Jack?" Her voice was questioning. He stopped and look back, trying not to flinch at the fear in her eyes.

"C'mon." He took her hand, leading her into the corridor. He nodded to the guards lounging in the security office, who ignored the pair of them. Clearly they were expecting Jack and his companion. "This is where I work, I just need to drop something off."

"This is Torchwood Tower, Jack..."

"I know." Jack stopped again, turned to face her. He knew as his eyes met hers that she knew of Torchwood and what it was. "Teya..."

"You're Torchwood..." It was only half a question. She pulled away from Jack, stepped backward... into the arms of the two security guards. She fought against them briefly, spitting at them and glaring at Jack. Then, as suddenly as she started, she stopped. Her voice was low when she spoke next. "You think I'm responsible for these murders Jack? After everything? You still think I'm a killer?"

"I... I don't know." Jack hesitated. "But if I don't do this, they'll kill you... Retcon me..."

"How do you know that they won't kill me anyway?" Teya tried to shake the guards off but their hold on her was too strong. "How do you know that by saving me from Death you haven't sentenced me to Death?"

Jack could say nothing to that. He had no assurances. The guards began to drag Teya away down the corridor, and Jack stepped to one side out of their way, flinching as she screamed and spat at him. He moved back into the centre of the corridor as they dragged her away, hands in his pockets, chin raised in defiance of the hurt and shame he was feeling, trying to deny the threats and curses flung his way.

"You bastard, Jack Harkness! I hope you burn in the Pit of Eternal Fire! I hope the demons of Vassal Four play with your soul for all time! I hope you die, Jack!" On and on she screamed, pulling towards him as the guards dragged her away from Jack, hauling against them so violently the Jack was sure her shoulders would dislocate, her yellow eyes flashing with fire at him. "You're the monster, you bastard, not me! I hope you die!"

He watched her all the way, miserable inside himself but showing her the cold face, emotionless and dark. She only went quiet when one of Torchwood's employees approached her and stuck her with a needle full of sedative. The effect was instantaneous, her body going limp and her cursing ceasing. She managed one last time to raise her head enough to meet his gaze. Her yellow eyes were filled with more than hate; they burned with more than anger. Jack was shocked by the intensity of the betrayal she felt… All he could think in that moment was "I wish I could..."

They threw her into a cell, sending her sprawling to the floor. Her body, chock full of sedative, was completely unable to save her from the fall. Her head smashed against the floor, leaving her even more disorientated. In a state of shock, she lay on the floor, eyes fixed on the elderly Weevil opposite her. She felt a swell of pity for it, as it growled and whined at the guards. It quieted after they left, and somewhere inside herself, Teya felt a surge of hope that such a spirit could still exist in a place like this. She certainly felt as if there was nothing left for her…

They let her settle in, in a way, leaving her and the rest of the block alone for that duration of the day. She was unable to move for most of it, lying prone on the ground. When she could stand, she spent a little time trying the door to the cell and looking for a way out, but before she'd even begun, she knew from the looks on the face of the Weevil that it was hopeless. After not very long, she sank to the floor against the door of the cell, defeated. They brought supper, lumps of meat for the Weevils and a bag of watered down blood for her. Thanks to Jack, and thinking of him brought a vile taste into her mouth, she would be healthy for the best part of a week, but after that she expected her strength to fail, her eyes to lose their bright yellow colour, her hair to become lank and greasy. All thanks to Jack. For the first time in her life, despite all that she and her family had been through, Teya was truly terrified…