Sorry about the short chapter. I this one should be better! Thanks to everyone for reading. Hope you enjoy! Oh, the comment: 'People tell me things…' is from Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman. I can't help it, quotes just slip in without my noticing.

Ianto put on more speed. The team was chasing after a Pyrofile which was scorching much of downtown Cardiff. The fire crews were already out taking care of a dozen fires. Jack had sent Ianto and Gwen to cut the alien off armed with…water guns. Ianto wasn't even letting himself think about having a water fight with an alien. He had to trust Jack on that one, but the plastic super-soaker still felt strange in his hands.

They burst onto the street and a blast of heat nearly knocked them over.

"Oh God!" Gwen winced away from the furnace-like heat wave.

The Pyrofile was less than a block away, and moving almost casually toward them. The skin on Ianto's face felt sunburnt, and matched Gwen's reddened face.

"Ready?"

"Ready!"

They pumped up the water guns and fired at the Pyrofile, just as the other three came up from behind and added to the attack. The Pyrofile screamed horribly and finally collapsed into pieces on the ground.

"Okay, clean up!" Jack had moved up to the remains of the Pyrofile "Ianto get the SUV. Tosh, and Owen on clean up. Owen, I want you to take a look at Gwen and Ianto back at the Hub. I don't like how close they got to that." Jack was looking very satisfied with the day.

Ianto headed back down the street back to the SUV.

"Ianto!" Ianto's head whipped around. The young woman was leaning against a wall, her arms crossed in front of her. "What is that?"

Ianto tried to come up with a convincing lie, but his mind could only come up with one response:

"Jack!"

"Jack…I remember that name…your boyfriend right?" Danielle seemed extraordinarily pleased by this glimmer of memory.

"JACK!!"

"What?!" Jack called back over his shoulder, as he continued to study the Pyrofile.

"You need to come see this." Ianto still couldn't think of any explanation.

"Ianto I'm a little busy right now. What could possibly be that import—" Jack stopped dead, and stared at the young tourist. His mind kept wondering what were the odds of this girl being here at this exact time.

"Hello again Jack," Danielle smiled at two the handsome men standing in front of her. "How's the dinosaur park?"

The team had barely made it back to the hub before Jack began barking out orders.

"Owen, keep an eye on our guest. You three to the conference room, now!" He marched up the steps, followed by the others.

"Like I don't have enough to do." The doctor grumbled, "I need Gwen and Ianto to report for a physical!" He yelled at the retreating backs.

Owen turned to glare at the young woman who had somehow become his problem. "What am I supposed to do with you?" he demanded.

"How about I sit quietly, and watch, while you get on with your work?" the problem suggested quietly.

"It's not a theatre, and I'm not here to perform!" Owen was growling now.

"I thought operating rooms were called theatres here" Owen glared again, "Okay, okay, I'll just sit quietly and not watch, then." The problem smirked slightly, hands up to placate the doctor.

"Fine, you sit there." Owen pointed to the steps leading into the medical area, "Don't move, and don't bother me. I have an autopsy to perform." At least they'd put the Pyrofile on the table. Probably Ianto, that boy needed to relax, but at least it meant he didn't have to drag the corpse up here from the morge.

Owen began to set out his equipment, and mentally run through the autopsy procedures. He needed to find something to cut through the rocky exoskeleton. This one was definitely going to be a challenge.

"Just how do you perform an autopsy on a rock creature?" The tourist's voice seemed to echo his own thoughts.

"It's called a Pyrofile, and I have no idea." Owen said thoughtfully, "but I'm very good at improvising." He pulled out a piece of technology that he had been wanting to try out for a while. As far as he could tell, it was a hand-held, alien version of a cutting torch. "I think this'll do the trick." Owen couldn't help the flash of anticipation, or the grin it caused.

"Should I be worried?" The young tourist smiled slightly.

"Of course not, I would never put someone in my charge in danger." Owen replied, absently, playing with the buttons as he spoke. "This should just make it easier to get through the…" what is a Pyrofile's skeleton called anyway, "uh, carapace."

"right." The tourist watched carefully, muscles tensed as though ready to dodge.

"What you don't trust me?"

"Would you, in my position?"

"Good point." Owen turned back to his toy. He aimed the device at the Pyrofile, and pushed the button he thought was 'GO.' The device began a soft whirr, and a beam of light shot out, melting a hole through the alien's chest plate. Owen breathed a quiet sigh of relief. He hated it when his impressive gadgets failed to impress. He cut open the chest cavity and began examining the interior.

"I don't mean to question your abilities, but do you know what you're looking at?" the tourist was leaning over the hand rail now, trying for a better look.

"No clue, but I'll run some scans on its composition, and maybe if I'm a little bit lucky, I can figure out some of its major…er, organs." Owen was beginning to enjoy the conversation, as he continued to work his way through the autopsy. "Look I can't keep calling you 'the tourist,'" not to mention 'the problem.' "I seem to recall your name is Danielle?"

"My name is Danielle, but nearly everyone calls Dani. You're welcome to use it, if you want." The young woman smiled.

"Dani it is." Owen smiled back. "So Dani, where are you from? Not from around here, you're missing, what Jack calls, the beautiful welsh vowels. And what brings you to Cardiff?"

"I really am just a tourist. I come from Vancouver Island in Canada. I just finished my psychology degree, and I'm taking a break before I start looking for a job."

"With psychology? Good luck with that." Owen snorted, "Katy switched from psychology to pre-med because of the lack of job prospects."

"Katy?" Dani grinned. "Is that your girlfriend?"

"No!" Owen's voice was sharp, "no, she was but…you know you ask a lot of questions for an invader." He turned away in the guise of studying the carcass on the table.

"Okay, sorry, so…" Owen glanced at the young woman before continuing his work. Dani looked like she'd been dropped into a minefield, and didn't know, which way to step. The silence was starting to get uncomfortable "So, at the risk of asking more questions, what are you're top five alien autopsies?" She grinned engagingly.

Owen looked up at her, startled, and then chuckled weakly, as much in relief than at the humour. "Well, I think the stomach contents of a Hoix can be very entertaining."

"Why, what's a Hoix?" Dani asked, taking a breath as the tension in the room dissipated slightly.

"A Hoix is basically the eating machine of the universe. They eat anything and everything they can get their hands on. So, you can find some of the most interesting things from a Hoix stomach, including several of our best technological doodads." Owen winked.

Dani laughed.

"Then there are the Raxicoricophallopritorians, who are fairly simple, except when they're still squashed in their human suits."

"Human suits?! I take it they aren't the we-come-in-peace types then, eh?" Dani continued to smile.

"Nope, they're the lets-blow-up-the-world-and-sell-the-pieces types. We haven't had to deal with them often. Jack and his Doctor took care of the last big threat from them a few years ago."

The young woman looked confused. "Aren't you his doctor?"

"Not this Doctor. He's a…I can't believe I'm telling you any of this." Owen shook his head. He couldn't believe he'd even mentioned Katy in front of this strange woman.

"People tell me things, I'm approachable, besides I won't remember it." Dani paused for a moment, "Although I seem to recall saying that before."

Owen grinned, "That's the problem with the retcon, the more things you repeat, the more you remember."

"Oh, I'll have to…" Dani chuckled, "I was going to say 'I'll have to remember that,' but that's just not going to happen is it."

"No, probably not," Owen smiled, as he collected his samples for analysis. "So, do you remember the Pterodactyl yet?"

"The Pterodactyl really is real?! I thought maybe it was a hallucination. Where?" Dani voice pitched up in excitement.

Owen smiled as he gestured back up the stairs. He wondered if there was a way he could use Mafanwy to get women…