Gwen walked into the Hub the next morning still bleary eyed when Jack spun her around.
"We're leaving Gwen. There is some pyscho alien running around burying teenage girls alive after torturing them for weeks. Abs, Owen, Ianto, SUV now! Toshiko I need you to hang back and monitor things, rift spikes, the usual, and find out as much as you can on our alien friend. Abigail Hall, if you are not up those stairs in two minutes I am dumping ice water on you," Jack called over his shoulder.
A half awake Abbie shuffled into the Hub, her hair beautifully crimped from the braid she'd had it in. Blindly she threw it into a ponytail, her bangs hanging in front of her left eye lazily. "Coffeee, need coffee," she moaned.
At that same moment Ianto walked in, carrying five to-go cups and a mug on a tray. He handed Tosh the mug and handed out cups of to-go coffee to Jack, Gwen, Abbie, Owen and of course, himself, "Owen, black coffee, Jack, black, strong as possible with a kick of something extra, Gwen, earl grey, splash of cream, not milk, and to sugar. Then last but not least, Abbie, black as Jack's with a splash of half and half an half a teaspoon of sugar."
Everyone in the Hub looked at him oddly. Gwen had just begun to drink tea at Torchwood the day before Abbie showed up, Owen never told Ianto how to make his and always did it himself, and Abbie, well, Abbie hadn't even been here for fourty-eight hours.
"What? I've got an eidetic memory."
They rolled their eyes at him and Gwen mumbled something about not being awake enough to function properly.
~Two Hours Later~
"Jack! We've been wanderin' around here for two bloody hours on your so called 'lead'," Gwen whined.
Ianto plucked the pocketwatch out of his pocket, "Actually, it's been one hour, twenty-seven minutes, forty-five seconds and counting."
"Imma kill you one of these days Ianto," Gwen said lightly.
Jack looked exhausted and was worn to his final strand of paitience, "You're right Gwen. Let's vote on it, who wants to go home and who wants to stay out." Gwen and Ianto raised they're hands for goin back and Owen and Jack raised they're hands for staying. Jack sighed heavily, "Okay Abs, it's on you. Abs? Abbie?" Jack grew slightly paniced as he spun around looking for the girl. "Abbie?! Abigail!"
"Where the hell 'as she run off to," Owen muttered angrily.
"Owen, Gwen, you take the left, me and Yan will take the right, don't stop till you find her."
Cliffie! Okay, so I'm trying to update this every ten days (as I have been doing) but I was at summer camp and couldn't update on the tenth day previous to this one (the ninth of August), so I thought I'd compensate by posting two chapters today. Sound fair? Anyway, review please, reviews are good. They are the equivilant of crack to my scarlet haired, emerald eyed muse. Without her crack she spirals into a fit of rage, smashing everything she can get her pale fingers on and refuses to give me any ideas. So please, for the good of the world, provide my muse with her review crack.