this is one of the last back story chapters we re going back to cardiff soon.
just so u kno i dont know anything about guitars. at all just imagine a futuristic looking guitar.
"Why are we heading towards the forest that is bound to be full of nasties?" asked John
"Cos, people don't go towards nasties, ergo, nasties equals safety," replied Rachel wandering from the open field they had been stood in towards a dense forest. She was picking up sticks on the way. They reached the edge of the forest and went a little further in, she sat on a stump and set up the firewood. John sat on a flattish rock and simply watched her, after she had set up the wood she closed her eyes and pointed at the fire. A spark of electricity shot from her finger tip. It ignited the wood. She looked up at John and smirked,
"Cool in it?"
He simply laughed. "How do you do it?"
"That's what I'm going to tell you. You didn't give up on me, you said I was worth dying for. Why?"
"I don't know, you just, don't seem evil, you're too good."
Rachel smiled at him, "So do you want to here my story?"
"Go on then,"
"My name, my real name is Captain Rachel Falcon."
"Captain? A real captain?"
"Yup Captain of the thieves in all the Vegas Galaxies. It was either captain or king,"
"King" John asked incredulously
"Yeah as in King of thieves. Anyway originally I was from 21st century Cardiff. I had it all, mum and dad, big brother, little sister, great friends and even a dog, but, I had to be the person who goes against all the odds, I was the 1 in 6 and a ½ billion who falls through the rift into the void and lives to tell the tale. In the void I bashed into a great big demon thing we sort of bonded into one person. I got super powers, the draw back I also got a voice in my head that never shuts up, the demon shares my mind, also if I ever lose my temper I turn into a big scary demon thing. I don't remember anything that happens if I change though. Just a lot of pain then nothing, it's like getting lost in your own house."
John sat silently taking in every thing she was saying.
"Now I landed just a little 6 year old girl in the middle of a market place in Vegas 4. In so much pain I thought I had already died and gone to hell. But always tough, I got over it, did what I've got to do to survive. But, still not so good with the dark or claustrophobia. That's about it really." she took off her hat. And pulled a guitar from inside it.
"How did you do that?!" he asked.
"Oh, this." she said patting the hat. "A friend gave it to me when I was 12, he didn't say how it worked he just told me it's bigger on the inside."
She put the guitar across her knee and ran her fingers down the neck, like she was stroking it. At first glance, the guitar was an electric one, but looking closer it looked like the perfect cross between an electric and acoustic. It was jet black shaped like an electric guitar but had a sound hole like an acoustic. Along the neck of the guitar was what appeared to be switches and levers that could be moved along the length of the guitar clearly for different notes and chords. She pulled her fingers across the strings making the guitar sing. She started playing a tune, soft almost a lullaby but there was something that stopped it being one it seemed to hard, it didn't quite flow. John stood and walked round the fire to next to her, she budged up to give him some room on her seat, he sat next to her and put his left hand on the neck of her guitar and wound his other hand round her and on top of the body of guitar. Rachel was suddenly aware of how close his face was to hers. He turned to look at her, her nose flaring as the wonderful smell of November 5th filled her nose. John looked down at her and smirked.
"Stop that," she snarled.
"Stop what?" he crooned.
"Dazzling me with the pheromone tricks and thinking your so irresistible," she smiled because for a moment he looked taken a back, then he leant forward, and whispered in her ear
"I don't think I'm irresistible. I know I am." as he pulled away he nibbled her ear lobe and gave her a gentle kiss sending shivers down her spine. She pulled away to see him smirking at her
"Give it up I am way out of your league," his face never changed but he simply ran his left hand from the guitar down her arm to her ribs and stroked down resting his hand on her waist, they both watched the goose bumps rise and fall from his touch on her arm.
"Course you are," he muttered. Bringing his other hand around her waste he rested it on top of hers.
"Why do you wear fingerless gloves?" he asked his eyes on his hand on top of hers.
"Oh, well if I touch anyone with the palm of my hand I read their emotional climate, it kind of leaves me a bit stunned there's normally a lot of information in someone, it gives me a killer head ache."
"What's my emotional climate saying?" she put the guitar they were both still holding, back into her hat and took of the glove on her right hand, along her wrist John could see old scars, track marks.
"Let's find out." she smiled at him. As she put his hand to his face he felt a small tingle on his face. She looked a bit taken a back, her brow furrowed in concentration. Then she took her hand away and chuckled.
"What?" John asked.
"You're a lot simpler than the majority of your species,"
"What do you mean?"
"Well there are 6 basic emotions that spread into a load of others, the basic emotions are love, joy, surprise, anger, sadness and fear. These then spread into 25 emotions which spread into more. It gets boring but you get it right?"
"Yeah I got it"
"Well normally a human is feeling practically every emotion at the same time that's what gives me a head ache. But with you I'm just getting lust, sexual frustration, torment and loneliness. The only one that is complicated is lust. And it's you so I had guessed that before, the last two are only subconscious. The first two are your main emotions."
"That's from being around you for so long," he smirked shifting closer. "What about your other hand does that do the same thing?"
"Not quite, that shows other people my emotions,"
"Can I see,"
"It may blow your head up," she warned him
"I've lived through worse."
"Suit yourself," taking her other glove of and placing it against his face.
Suddenly John was bombarded with emotions that weren't his he felt them as though they were, so many emotions at one time was incredibly confusing. Now he knew why she wore gloves. She took her hand away from his face and the emotions stopped.
"Are you OK?" she asked worried.
"Yeah, I'm … fine. Do you feel like that all the time?"
"I've got two lots of emotions remember, demon shares my head. Not all the time though, the lust is never that much, that's just cause of you,"
"We could always just shift the lust into blissfulness." he smirked his voice full of innuendo.
"Give it up," she yawned
Sitting herself on the floor and covering up with her coat.
"Good night," she said sleepily
Good Night the demon whispered in her head
"Good Night, Captain Rachel Falcon." John smiled. Chucking more wood on the fire.
Millions of miles and years away, Jack was watching Ianto sleep, he was so peaceful all the stress lines from work left behind. He put his head back on the pillow staring at the bleak ceiling of his bunker. His mind wandering into old memories, he remembered when he first joined torchwood a weird pattern in the rift had happened then, then something big had come through. Jack wondered whether it was a similar occurrence. Maybe the rift's way of a warning. But he could worry at more godly hours, for now he would sleep.
***
It was pitch black, the only light was the fire. John was sat thinking over the load of information he had received from Fawks, Rachel.
He looked over at her sleeping, she was twitching and mumbling, tossing and turning. She woke up with a gasp, sitting up immediately and looking around, disorientated. John rushed to her side,
"Your alright, just a dream, your ok." he looked at her face her eyes had changed colour, they were electric blue, just blue no pupil no iris just fully blue. John was taken a back, then she blinked. Her eyes changing back to the light gold shade they were normally, a human eye.
"Sorry," mumbled Rachel.
"What for?" John asked pulling her into a hug.
"My eyes, they change colour, they go demon." the way she spoke made her sound ashamed.
"Doesn't matter, though I do prefer your eyes when they are like this. Never seen anyone with eyes like you." he lulled. She leaned against him, taking in the comfort. John leant his cheek against the top of her head. He didn't want her to fell unsafe, or scared or any of the awful emotions that he knew she felt. He just wanted her to be happy and safe and loved. Why? He wondered, a tiny voice in the back of his head told him he was in love with her. Was he? He didn't know, he felt completely different when he had been in love with Jack. With Jack it had just been sex and frustration, and a dead end job that could kill you any moment, with Rachel it was completely different, of course he wanted her she was beautiful and funny, cocky, smart and practically his equal, she could make him shut up which no one could do. She left him dazed if she said or did something that would catch him by surprise. In Rachel's head a similar thought pattern was happening.
Your in love with him
What?
You are in love with John
No I'm not
Yes you are the demon searched through Rachel's memories pulling up the ones with John and emphasizing the feelings
That's …ridiculous I've only known him like 4 months
So, true love
I'm not in love
How would you know you've never been in love before
Neither have you! You're a demon! You don't love, do you?
No I don't but when I've got a human brain I do, tell him.
It's not that simple
Why not?
It's just not, we don't get close remember, people just leave or die it's always the same
Just give him a chance
"When's your birthday?" John asked her, cutting her mental conversation short.
"That's a complicated question,"
"Well when were you born,"
"December 31st 1999 at 11:59 p.m,"
"Wow, cool birthday," Rachel smiled, then John looked at his strap, you're 16 in two days.
"What? Really." she laughed.
"Well, how did you know you were fifteen,"
"I've not been on earth for at least nine years, I was 6 when I was on earth, you go to sleep John I'll keep watch," John didn't want to leave her on her own. But she could look after herself she had been doing for nearly ten years now.
***
In Cardiff the hub was finally awake, Jack wandered out of his office and asked Toshiko to pull up the strange rift activity readings.
"Ianto, do we have anything in the archives, records maybe of strange rift activity?"
"I'll have a look," and he disappeared down the stairs.
"Why what's wrong Jack?" asked Gwen
"I'm not sure yet," Jack frowned.
Ianto reappeared with a file of papers, and gave them to Jack he opened the folder had a look at the first page.
"Boardroom meeting 2 minutes," he told everyone.
Jack was sat at the top of the table, everyone had taken their seats apart from Ianto who was giving out coffee,
"I think these weird rift readings we are receiving are a way of the rift warning us of something coming. Something big. It's happened before, we just didn't realise it. Now according to this," he showed an old reading. "The rift gives 2 warnings then on the third one the thing comes through. But we cant count on this information, we don't know how reliable it is. Send a warning out to torchwood 2 if anything comes through, we may need there help."
***
"Close your eyes"
"They are closed," chuckled Rachel.
"Don't peek," warned john.
"I'm not," Rachel had woken up this morning, with breakfast in bed, well sort of. it had been a few berries and a grilled fish, and technically she was a sleep on the floor not a bed but, technicalities aside it had still been nice. Now it was the evening, and john had made her close her eyes for a surprise.
"Now you can open your eyes," john said.
He was holding a beautiful black satin dress. It was knee height and had a torn effect at the base.
"Oh my God. John it's gorgeous." She smiled, taking it off him, "From one of your lady friends I'm guessing,"
"How do you know it's not mine?" he joked. "Go put it on there's more surprises on the way."
Rachel smiled fondly at him, "I told you I don't want a big thing. I've not had for the majority of my life. I don't need it now."
"That's only cause you've not had me," he grinned at her, it was a smile that could swoop her off her feet, it did.
"Now, go get changed, while I get things ready,"
Rachel shook her head and went to get changed. she hadn't wore normal clothes for what felt like years. As she slipped out of her long leather coat and crop top, she felt oddly vulnerable. She folded her clothes and placed them in her hat. She slipped the dress on, it felt amazing, like kisses and hugs. She concealed twp guns and a knife in her knee high boots. She walked to a small pond and washed her face. Then looked in the reflection. Knee high boots, a short dress, black leather fingerless gloves, a mask, short brown hair and golden eyes.
Rock Chick the demon chuckled at the back of her head.
"Hell Yeah," she laughed out loud.
"First sign of madness that," john smirked as she jumped. She hadn't heard him coming. "Talking to yourself. First sign of madness,"
"What if yourself talks back," Rachel smiled. He ignored her remark and simply looked down at her.
"You look amazing," he said.
"I look like I'm about to go trick or treating." he didn't say anything he just took her hand and started walking. She just had time to grab her hat.
He led her out into the open, the only light now was the massive moon shining above. They were stood on a hill, looking down they could see a heard of wild horse like creatures, their coats shining in the moonlight.
"Wow," Rachel whispered.
"They're still not the prettiest things here," john muttered. Rachel turned, he was staring right at her. She blushed and looked down. She heard john chuckle. He pressed a button on his strap and music blurted out.
She will be loved by maroon 5, she recognized the music from an old aged iPod she'd stole in Vegas 4 it had been filled with 21st century music. Rachel let out a small chuckle,
"What?" john asked.
"I can't stand Maroon 5,"
"Yeah, well tough I love this song, now. Dance with me." without waiting for her to say anything he took her hand and twirled her into his arms.
They carried on dancing, the song quieted down. Rachel leant against john as they slowed to the music.
"What's wrong?" john asked concerned.
"I've got a problem," Rachel muttered. "I think I've fallen in love," she looked up at john, he looked down and smiled.
"I've got the exact same problem," then he kissed her the song picked up again but she wasn't paying any attention, all she was paying attention was john's lips on hers warm and passionate. His tongue brushing against her bottom lip, asking for a way in. they fell back onto the grass, he didn't let any of his weight crush her as he broke the kiss but still not taking his lips from her skin as he began to kiss down her neck, she felt his hand brushing up her leg , under her dress. She brought his head back up to hers again. Kissing him as fireworks crashed and banged and whizzed in her head.
***
Rachel woke up, the sun was just peeking over the horizon, she looked around her, at the scattered clothes including her mask. To her left lay a stark-naked Captain John Hart. She brushed her hand through her hair and retrieved her mask and under wear. Then she let out a small giggle and rolled back. She didn't have a dream, no dreams the first time in years where she slept peacefully. Well…
John's eyes flickered open,
"Morning Stranger," Rachel smiled at him.
"Morning First timer," he replied.
"Being a universally wanted master criminal does not mean you're a universal slag as well." Rachel chuckled as he sat up and scooted over to her.
"You should just go around like that," he said kissing along her neck.
"What in my underwear, I will if you go around like that,"
"What, completely naked. Do I not even get my coat?" he chuckled.
"No,"
"Why not?"
"It's getting eaten by a horse." she laughed as john followed her eyes towards one of the silvery horses that was sniffing at the scattered clothes. It was snuffling and chewing on John's red coat. He jumped up and ran yelling after the horse, which shocked, bolted in the opposite direction, still with john's coat in it's mouth. Rachel was laughing her head off. Then it began to rain. Pouring rain, thick tennis ball size drops. Rachel grabbed her clothes and chucked them on. Back into her normal attire, then made a beeline towards shelter. Then she saw john making his way towards her. Jeans on and just his coat, his wet shirt in his hand, a purple hoof shape on his chest, as he stalked towards her he smirked, strolling through the rain pissed wet through, her heart fluttered. She couldn't help it.
I'm going to have to agree with you. Yum.
He finally reached her.
"My strap is working, so Captain Falcon. Which way do you want to go?"
She smiled, and pointed to the sky,
"Let's go make some mischief." she grinned at him.
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