Chapter 2 now up....
still a bit of backstory but it's building up
Disclaimer: i don't own anything but the plot and OC :D
Rachel had been with John now for at least four months. Her wrist strap had figured out that they were on kitharas bleu. A deserted island in the shallow galaxies. Just 4 weeks after they landed on the island they had found out the hard way why it was deserted the only things that inhabited the island were huge spiders, bigger than houses. John had saved Rachel from one, bringing them closer together. As long as they both stayed on the coast, they were fine the spiders hated water.
"I think we're high on potassium," said John.
"What?" laughed Rachel, they were sat on the beach, John was sat on a boulder, Rachel was leaning against his legs.
John took a bite of a banana. "Well we've been eating bananas for about 4 months. Bananas are a good source of potassium. Now we're all chilled and I've been watching the water and I'm sure it's changing colour."
Rachel laughed, "It's just blue, slick. Bright blue. Maybe you should lay off the bananas though."
"Yeah, I 'm thinking a good spider stew."
"I'm not going anywhere near those things!"
John had gone quiet again, he did that a lot. He would just stare out at space in silence, He was usually thinking.
"What you thinking about?" Rachel asked.
"Do I really smell?" he asked. Rachel burst into laughter.
"Are you serious?" Rachel asked calming down. She looked up at his face, he was deadly serious.
"No, you smell magnificent." He raised his eyebrows at her and smirked. "Really? What do I smell like?"
Rachel shook her head and smiled she hadn't meant to be so honest when she answered him it just happened.
"You smell like……Bonfire Night," she smiled and looked up at him. His face was blank, a look of confusion appeared on his face. "You know, November 5th . Celebrate a guy trying to blow up the parliament. Ringing any bells here. No." She smiled. "You smell of sweet apples, toffee chocolate, charred wood and gun powder. All mixed together in the most magnificent smell ever." She finished, that was a good explanation she thought. Suddenly her nose was bombarded with the smell, she looked up at him he was smirking at her.
"Your doing that on purpose," she gasped. He had stood up bringing her with him, and slammed her into a tree, He was pressed up against her, a tree up against her back John in front of her his arms trapping her.
"You know you smell brilliant too, you smell of mint, and honey, sugary sweet and delicious."
He was inches away from her face leaning in, then there was a noise behind her, John's eyes darted from Rachel's lips to where the noise was. He pulled away but only millimetres,
"There's someone there, you go left, I'll go right." he whispered into her mouth.
"You sure it's someone not just something," Rachel whispered back, Why did she want to kiss him so bad?
"Positive, 3..2..1" John darted to the right as Rachel went left, drawing her gun she made a full circle before meeting John again "What was it?" Rachel asked.
"I'm not sure, let's get out of the forest though."
They walked to the beach, both still on edge. As they made it to the beach, they were both shocked to see people at least 12 of them lining the beach,
"Thanks for leading us to her, John." Said one of the people stood there, Time agents.
John turned to Rachel, "Fawks, I…I never…I didn't" he could see all her emotions run across her face. Shock. Confusion. Hurt. Betrayal. More hurt.
"I trusted you." she spat. John rolled his eyes took her hand and ran back the way they came.
"Get off me!" Rachel spat, still running. She ran ahead of John easily avoiding the trees, she listened hard for the time agents but heard nothing, she slowed thinking they might have given up. A single bullet was fired with deadly aim, the bullet cracked forwards into her shoulder. She let out a roar of pain and staggered slightly.
John still running turned and shot 3 bullets in different location. Stopped running and turned to Rachel,
"You've got to keep going," he said pulling her forwards,
"We're never going to out run them, John there's too many,"
John looked around desperate for an escape in the dense forest, all he could see was a nest. A Nest? Spiders! The idea came to him fast as lightning.
He pushed the wounded Rachel towards the higher shrubs,
"Stay here," he told her sternly.
He walked with his usual swagger over towards the nest walked into the middle and waited, out of the corner of his eye he could see Rachel shifting, She best not bloody get herself hurt again, he thought to himself. Then found himself wondering why should he care? She was just a cocky criminal.
As he waited stood in the middle of a giant spiders nest, he found himself thinking how much this young girl was like him.
"What's your name now then?" sneered an unfamiliar voice.
He turned to see a young man, gun drawn, cruel look in his eye.
"Captain John Hart,"
"What are you doing, John?"
"Well, I'm currently stood in the middle …."
"I mean with that creature, waiting until she trusts you. Then turn her in collect the award money,"
"No, I'm sick of your agency, it's meaningless and frankly a load of shit,"
"Is she worth all this," sneered the man, his finger on the trigger.
"You know what. She is." spat John. Bracing himself for the bullet.
Rachel was knelt behind the long grass, having just heard all john had said she wasn't going to simply let him get shot. With her gun drawn she pointed it at the time agent, her demon vision kicked in, focusing on the man she took aim, her vision seemed to zoom in on her target. Her finger on the trigger and with a crack the agent's gun was shot out of his hand, simultaneously there was a horrid screaming noise she saw john drop to the ground as the mother spider scuttled towards her nest. John was at Rachel's side.
"How did you do that?" Rachel asked confused.
"Doesn't matter. Run" he dragged her up by her good arm and ran through the forest. They had reached the edge of the forest, and the end of the road, below them was a sheer drop.
John turned to Rachel. She could hear shouting behind them.
"Do you trust me?" john asked her. His eyes darting to the drop below.
"What?" she asked, following his gaze. She could fly. John could not.
"Do you trust me?" he repeated, slightly more urgent. He offered his hand. She took it and they jumped.
***
"Jack we've got to weevils up on East Moors road." Shouted Gwen.
"Right, Gwen you go with Owen, Ianto with me. Tosh you ok here,"
"Right," Tosh shouted as everyone rushed out, she brought up the CCTV. So she could see her colleagues and their prey. If Jack was driving they would be there in minutes. Tosh could see the weevils they looked lost and confused as the huge Black SUV pulled up. The rift alarm went of Tosh pulled up the readings, she couldn't believe it the rift was repeating the same pattern as it had weeks ago the backwards Z shape. This time she knew it couldn't possibly be the machines, after the first time it happened she had gone through everything she could think of. There was nothing wrong with the computers, the rift was going back on itself, this wasn't effecting Cardiff, at least from what torchwood knew. But Tosh guessed two things, either someone had a way to control the rift and was causing havoc. Or the rift was targeting someone somewhere. As her colleagues re-entered the hub minus Owen and Ianto, they must have been putting the weevils in the cells.
"Jack, come here just have a look at this." called Tosh as Owen and Ianto wandered back into the main hub. Jack wandered over,
"What's up?" He asked. He was looking at the readings and frowned.
"Is it effecting Earth?" He voice changing to Captain mode.
"Not that we know off, why do you know what's happening?" Tosh asked desperate for a solution to the problem.
"No, I don't know what's happening but I don't like the look of it." he said concerned.
Toshiko looked back at the readings they had returned to normal, for now. Who knew what was happening and where.
John woke up in a field, the grass was green and glowing slightly in the darkness. He looked down at his strap which was whirring away. Finally, he thought. He looked around Fawks was nowhere to be seen. A black pool of dread was instantly forming in his stomach. Then he found himself wondering why he cared so much again. His vortex manipulator bleeped telling him he was on Sviti Kun.
"FAWKS!!!!" john shouted calling out for the young girl.
"No need to shout," he heard coming from his left.
"He turned to see her wandering her way to him. He went to her and gave her a hug. When he pulled back she just looked at him with her eyebrows raised.
"What?" he asked
"Who are you and what have you done with John Hart," she laughed.
John simply shook his head and asked her about her shoulder.
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that,"
"You forgot that you got shot,"
"I've been in worse pain, compared to that it's nothing. You're going to have to look away though," she said taking off her long black coat. "Turn around!" she snapped at him.
When john turned his back Rachel took her top off leaving her in just a bra. She closed her eyes, focusing on the pain in her shoulder, she concentrated harder pinpointing the foreign object, the bullet, she concentrated and stretched her neck up and her shoulder down, she felt the bullet shimmy slightly. She let out a hiss of pain.
"You OK?"
He came up to her and put his hand on her good shoulder she turned and looked at him, he was trying to stay looking at her face but it wasn't working.
"Oh stop it," she laughed. "just get the bullet out of my shoulder,"
"Right, yeah." he mumbled she passed him a pair of tweasers from her pocket. He got the bullet,
"You ready? 3...2.."
"OW!!"
"Stop being a wuss" he laughed. "Now what?"
She closed her eyes and focussed on the pain, she let out a sigh. She felt the skin re growing over the wound.
"Woah, that's ……impossible," she heard john murmur.
"Not impossible, just very unlikely. Did you mean what you said? On that island. Did you mean it?" she asked looking up at him, now fully dressed.
"Every word,"
Rachel walked up to him, stood on her tip toes and gave him a kiss on his cheek. Then she walked away looking for shelter.
John stood there, his hand on his cheek which was still tingling, and he let out a sigh, and followed her walking away until she shouted back.
"Oi, you coming or what?"
He followed her, he always would.
sweet ending sorry it took so long to update
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