Biggest Chapter So far!!!
My Torchwood is set just after series 2, in my opinion there is no series 3 (i didn't like it) everyone is alive, cept Owen but he's there, (You get what i mean.)
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Jack was finally back in Cardiff, it was freezing cold and drizzling slightly. It was so good to be home. Then a fish in a red sports car zoomed past. His eyes followed it, then a huge black SUV zoomed past with a Dr. Owen Harper leaning out the window shooting at the sports car. Some things never changed. Jack ran after them.
***
Rachel woke up screaming. Again. But this time no one was there to comfort her. She ran the dream over in her head.
John was laughing by her side.
"That was bloody close," Rachel said panting.
"They're not going to catch us, and if they do I'd make sure you would be the one to get away."
"No point me getting away without you, couldn't live without you anyway," she chuckled giving him a kiss.
The dream then morphed into a new scene
"John, they're going to get us, I.. I cant run any more. John it hurts," she had cried, her leg full of pain.
"Just a bit more, angel. Just a bit."
"I …can't." john was frantically stabbing buttons on his vortex manipulator. He grabbed her hand and dragged her through the vortex.
But some one had followed them grabbing John's leg.
She felt his hand slipping, trying to get the pursuer off . He looked at her.
"I won't let them get you," he had whispered. "I love you, always and forever." then he let go of her hand. She fell out of the vortex with a crash. Alone. Lost. and in pain.
She had been alone since. She had spent over a year with John. And it had been the best year of her life. For sure. Now two years down the line she still couldn't get over him. She probably never would. He had made her feel strong, unafraid. Wanted.
It was ironic, really. When she was younger the time agency had made up all sorts of things she wasn't.
A cold hearted killer, merciless. Seeming dead inside. Now after the time agents had stolen John from her she was. Her eyes never glowed brilliant gold. They stayed permanently demon. An eerie electric blue.
Though for the first time in her life she was grateful for the demon. John leaving had effected it too, it hardly spoke anymore. But it was the demon that had forced her to keep going. Keep fighting for the life which someone desperately wanted to take from her. The nineteen year old demon hybrid leant back against the tree trunk she was resting against and closed her eyes.
***
After the events of "Kiss Kiss Bang Bang"
"If you need a new team member?"
"No"
"Really I could…"
"No"
"Please.." John needed Jack to let him stay. He needed Jack to see he needed to be here. If Rachel found a way to travel this is where she would come first. She'd come home.
Jack stopped when John said please. For 2 reasons,
1. John never said please
2. He could see the pain behind his eyes.
"Back to the hub." he said, pointing his gun at John. His team were completely and utterly confused.
***
Rachel was sat in a tree, her eyes closed and leant against the trunk. She felt something, a tiny dot of heat on her temple. She opened her eyes and put her hand to her face, turning her head, her eye caught the red glare. Then her mind kicked in as she dodged the sniper bullet. Her demonic vision pin pointing the killer. She leapt from the tree and with lightning speed rammed the sniper against another tree. Kicking his gun out of the way she pushed him halfway up the trunk.
"Hi there, who are you?" she asked in a false cheery note. He didn't say anything. She took her gun out of it's holster, and placed it on his Adam's apple. Then she noticed, an emblem on the side of his neck. She forcefully turned his head. On his neck was a small tattoo, a shield with an eye inside with a knife going through the eye.
"Shit," was the only thing she could say. Her captor smiled cruelly at her.
"We will get you Fawks, you don't have a chance." he snarled.
"I'd like to see you try," then she pulled the trigger, blood spraying across the tree, she dropped the body and walked away tapping at her strap.
"How are these people getting on my island?" that was the 4th assassin that had reached her deserted island, it was tiny. Just a spit of land, she could walk the perimeter in a day, the only thing on the island was her and a run down power station.
There was a bleep from her strap. It was showing an energy sign.
What's That?
Let's go find out
She walked towards it. It was near the power station.
***
It had been one hell of a year for all his team. With Gray coming back, Owen dying, then coming back to life. Rhys finding out, Gwen getting married and the whole team trying to get used to John. He'd been good, well for John anyway. But Jack couldn't shift the suspicion that he was waiting for something. He didn't know what. But whenever the rift alarm sounded he would be desperate to see what it was then his face would drop. But relentless, he never gave up. Jack sat back in his chair, his team were quiet. Tosh was recovering from the gun shot wound she had received from Gray. And John, though at first his team had resented him was settling into normal (as normal as you can get in torchwood) life. The rest of the team still seemed slightly suspicious, but John's charm was beginning to wear them down.
The alarm sounded,
"Rift Activity!" shouted Tosh, "Jack it's that thing! The warning system!" Tosh was glaring at the screen the backwards Z pattern bigger than the last two times. Jack was at her side,
"Where?"
"Car Park, about 3 minutes away."
"Do we have any CCTV?" asked John as he sauntered over.
"Umm…Yeah. There." said Gwen on her computer she pulled it up showing an empty car park, with a strange glowing orange light in the middle.
"Nothing's come out," Stated Ianto.
"We'll go anyway, Tosh, John Stay Here!" shouted Jack as he was leaving out the door, Gwen, Ianto and Owen following.
***
"I don't know about you but I don't like this place," Rachel whispered. Walking through the empty corridors of the power station, still following the energy signs.
I have to agree. It's eerie. Too quiet.
Her footsteps were echoing off the walls. But she had almost reached the signals. Then she heard another pair of footsteps behind her. Both guns left the holsters at her waist instantly, safety unclipped she turned. To see a man, holding a massive gun. A 63rd century rocket launcher. She could survive a bullet wound, she could survive most things. A direct missile of that power. Not a chance.
"Listen mate, fire that in here, the whole thing goes up. We both die."
He didn't say anything. "This is a nuclear power station, might not be in business anymore but the stuff is still here. You pull the trigger we go up in green smoke,"
He still didn't say anything he just set the gun up and placed his finger on the trigger.
"Bye," he said as he pulled the trigger, Rachel turned and ran, praying that whatever the energy signal was. Could get her out of here. She rounded the corner, she heard the missile whistling behind her, she saw an orange glow at the end of the corridor. She ran towards it the missile inches behind. Then it hit her with an explosion. Pain. Nausea. More pain. Then Nothing.
She hit cold hard ground with a thud.
What? Why aren't I dead?
Don't complain are we OK?
She let out a groan, and lifted her head. The orange light had gone, so had the power station and the assassin. She felt something hot, wet and sticky at her arm. She looked down to see a gaping hole in her side.
"Shit,"
We know what happened to the missile.
It knocked us through. doesn't it hurt?
Like hell, but I want to know where I am first. Before I start worrying about how much damage has been caused.
She stood up. A growl of pain ripping up her throat. She concentrated on her wound. She had to stop the blood, she was losing too much. It started closing over. The skin forming from the sides inwards, like a spider web closing together. The skin had stretched over the wound leaving a nasty, black and purple bruise across her ribs and top of her stomach.
From what she could tell, she was in a multi-story car park. Almost at the top. She rubbed her head, she had a killer head ache, and she felt sick as a dog. There was only one thing that made her feel this bad, time travelling. She had it all the time when she was with John, for the first day she would just have to rest she felt so bad.
She stumbled over to the walls of the car park and looked out over the side.
Her heart skipped a beat.
She was in Cardiff, she could see the Millennium centre it's writing glowing in the night.
"In these stones horizons sing," she whispered. Her mum used to say that to her about their house.
"Creu Gwir Fel Gwydr O Ffwrnais Awen" she muttered the welsh words, they felt unfamiliar on her tongue. So long since she had spoke her native words. She had completely lost the accent.
Then she heard wheels on tarmac, she spun round worried. At the moment she was to weak to fight, she was tired and aching, basically fed up. A huge black SUV spun into the car park. TORCHWOOD was emblazoned all over it. She searched through her head,
Torchwood, they're earth's alien defence, like a small informal UNIT. Kinder than the time agencies. Shall we see what happens.
Yeah, if anything goes wrong I'll just jump over the wall and do a
runner.
The car skidded to a halt. She pulled her coat around her so nothing could be seen, no guns, no swords, no grenades and no wings or tail.
She would just look like a normal girl in a hat and mask.
Four people jumped out the car guns pointed at her. Her hand twitched towards her own weapons. She was fighting all instincts,
Don't do anything, you're a normal human girl who's in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Easy for you to say. Your eyes aren't electric blue.
Three guys and a girl had surrounded her in a loose semi-circle position, all four were looking around expecting something else.
Stop being so confident, your meant to be afraid. Humans don't like a gun being pointed at them generally.
I'm not really a fan, either.
They lowered their guns.
"Captain Jack Harkness, and who are you?" The tallest and most handsome of the men asked, a lovely American twang in his voice. Rachel frowned smiling slightly, the words tearing into her. He sounded like John even the way words rolled of his tongue.
The woman there turned to the American and said
"Maybe she doesn't understand English, Jack. Hi," she said turning to face Rachel, "I'm Gwen," she said pointing to herself. "Your on Earth, in a place called Cardiff. It's the year 2009," she said all of this slowly. So Rachel could understand. Rachel was desperately trying not to laugh, bless her. This woman was trying to be all kind, helping her to understand and Rachel was just letting her make a fool of herself. She caught the eye of another one of the men the slimmer one, black hair. He too was trying not to laugh at Gwen. The American walked over to Rachel, she backed off a bit, he raised his hands in a gesture of piece. He took her hand and tried to kiss it, she snatched her hand away before he could.
"Don't try it, pretty boy" she snarled.
"I think she speaks English then," remarked the last man, he was young, in a suit and frankly quiet gorgeous. A welsh accent hugged his words. Like the woman, Gwen.
"Who are you then? Now we've established that you can speak English."
"Normally it's getting me to stop that's the problem." she smiled.
"Where you from?" asked Jack.
"Cardiff, Born and Bred." she smiled.
"You don't sound like your from Cardiff," said the American, Rachel's nose twitched, she could smell something wonderful, a mix of spices and herbs. Coffee and old parchment. She recognized it as pheromones, 51st century.
"You don't smell like your from earth." she retorted.
He raised his eyebrows at her,
"I never got your name,"
"Fawks," with that word they both had their guns pointed at each other, his team clearly confused, hadn't reacted.
"You've heard of me then," she alleged.
"Yeah, I've heard of you," he spat. She could hear more tires on tarmac but she wasn't paying attention she was more worried about the fact that if she was shot it would take a lot longer to heal. She was already tired.
She heard a car door slam and then a familiar voice rang out,
"I wouldn't bother Jack, you'd be on the ground before you could even think about pulling the trigger."
As soon as John had seen what came out of the rift he was gone. Leaving behind a very confused Toshiko. He knew that Rachel would come through at one point, he just had to wait.
Waiting over, he had to get to her quick, if Jack found out who she was she would be in trouble. Jack had believed everything the time agency had told them about her. So had John. Until he met her.
As he pulled up at the car park he could see Jack and Rachel with their guns at each others throats.
As he made his presence known, he looked straight at Rachel, her eyes demonic blue. She blinked a couple of times, and they changed. sparkling golden eyes.
Rachel felt her eyes change, her vision dimmed, but only slightly. Her grip on her guns loosened and they clattered to the floor, her body in complete shock. She took a step back, now she was against the wall. She couldn't speak. She was numb. Her mind completely blank.
John smirked at her, then he chuckled and said,
"If you could choose between all the money in the universe and coming back to Cardiff, Cardiff would win a hundred times over."
He smirked again, quoting a conversation they had had back when they were first together.
"Unless double chocolate fudge cake was involved," he continued "Then it gets complicated."
A grin broke out across Rachel's face. She let out a small sob and ran to him, he caught her in a colossal hug, spinning her around.
"I found you," he whispered to her. Then she caught him in a kiss, raw passion. Nothing else. She kind of forgot that there were 4 more people in the room. Until jack cleared his throat. John broke the kiss, and Rachel made a sound of discontent. John chuckled against her lips. Rachel tucked her head in the cove of his neck and leant against him, john looped his hands round her waist, taking her weight.
"Um…What?" asked Jack.
John smirked at him,
"Fawks, is not what we were told she was, she's none of those things, we were worse. Much worse."
"She was taken by the rift, when she was a little girl, she was lost. A victim of the rift, and you're pointing a gun at her head. I thought we looked after the rift people. Did you not consider how exhausted she must be!"
"I'm fine," yawned Rachel.
"Oh, please. You can't stand time travel, I'm surprised you haven't collapsed…."
That's when Rachel's knees buckled underneath her.
"Whoa!" said john catching her and lifting her up.
"That's completely your fault," Rachel whispered, leaning against his chest and closing her eyes taking the fantastic smell.
"We should take her back to the hub," murmured Ianto.
"Yeah I can check her over," said Owen.
"We should let her sleep first. John's right, she must be exhausted." said Gwen looking at the sleeping girl in John's arms.
Jack was simply staring at John, he had never seen him like this. Not even when he had been with him. A twinge of jealousy was at the back of his mind but he ignored it, he had Ianto. John was cradling the girl, just watching her sleep. He gently placed her into the SUV. Gwen drove John's car back.
They got back to the hub, john wouldn't let anyone else carry Rachel. They got back into the hub and explained to Tosh what had happened up there.
"Put her in the Cells," demanded Jack. A cold look on his face, he looked at the girl in disgust.
"What?" asked John outraged.
"Put. Her. In. The. Cells." pronouncing each word.
John's eyes narrowed at him but he didn't want to wake Rachel up. He took her down to the cells and found an empty one away from everything else. He placed her down gently, she would be out for hours most likely. But he didn't want her to wake up alone.
"John, come up here. Now!" jack's voice sounded over the intercom.
John rolled his eyes and mumbled under his breath. But grudgingly, went back up.
"How pissed off is he, eye-candy?" John asked Ianto on his way up to Jack's office.
"Very," Ianto simply replied.
"For Fuck's sake."
Then he entered the office.
"Hey, Gorgeous," he joked as he went in and sat on Jack's desk.
Jack's face didn't move.
"Maybe not then," he smirked.
"Why do I have the most wanted Alien in the universe. In my basement?"
"Cos that's a load of bull. And she's practically harmless unless you piss her off. And I'm in…" John stopped himself.
Jack raised his eyebrows at him. "What?"
"Nothing," John said feigning innocence.
"You were just about to say your in love with her. She's who you've been waiting for! Of course. But, she still can't be here. We should execute her."
"WHAT!?" john yelled. "How can you say something like that, what a load of crap. All that stuff that the agency told us wasn't true! They were making it up because she was making us look bad. She is harmless. And human. It's not her fault we should be the one's looking after her not putting her on death row! She's just a kid who got taken by the rift. The things she must have seen. I'm not letting you any where near her" he stormed out. He couldn't believe jack had said that. Even if the stuff about her was true, you think he'd have a bit of compassion. He was meant to be Mr. Humanity. He stormed past the rest of the team and back down to the cells. He could feel everyone's eyes on him as he left.
He walked to Rachel's cell and to his surprise found her sat up.
"Harmless? Human? A Kid?" she asked smirking.
"Well, no, sort of and basically." he smiled opening the cell door and walking in.
"You were waiting for me?" asked Rachel standing up,
"Of Course, if you found a way to travel you would come here first." kissing her forehead.
"And you are a kid,"
"I'm almost twenty."
"I guess I'm missed a couple of years,"
"Just the two,"
"I'm going to have to make up for that," he purred. Kissing down her jaw line until he found her lips, Rachel let out at moan, it just felt right. He pressed against her pushing against the wall, she was trapped and she had never felt better. Her hands found his chest, as they snaked up his shirt, john shivered. Causing Rachel to grin into the kiss, john broke the kiss and whispered,
"I'm not having that, love." pushing her half way up the wall he grabbed her by the waist, kissing her bare stomach, she let out a small laugh. Five minutes after wrestling for dominance, they were snogging again with the essential items of clothing removed.
"Oh my God," said Gwen.
"What?" asked Owen and Tosh, who were closest to her.
"I just turned on the CCTV to see how John was and …" she pointed to the screen, which showed, John and the prisoner going at it.
Owen let out a chuckle,
"Ianto! Oi, tea boy!" ianto appeared, from the torchwood kitchen with coffee.
"What?"
"You owe me a tenner."
"Really, are they…?"
Owen nodded at the screen.
"You had a bet on it?" asked Tosh smiling slightly.
"I bet Ianto that they'd be shagging within the first three hours they saw each other again," said Owen checking his watch.
"Ok, for that Tenner? Who do you reckon will tire out first?" ianto asked nodding at the screen. "I reckon John,"
"No way, She's been through the rift, she'll be shattered already. She'll go first."
"I agree with Ianto," said tosh. "She's like alien, and look at her, john will go first."
"But She has been through the rift, that's got to take it out you. And John bound to have…stamina. I agree with Owen, She'll go first."
"Okay, a tenner on john,"
"Tenner on her," they agreed.
"What you lot looking at?" asked Jack from his office.
"John and the prisoner going at it like rabbits," replied Owen.
"Really," asked Jack, walking to look at the screen. "Whoa," I thought it would take longer," chuckled jack. "Record it, that'll be fun at Christmas." Walking back to his office.
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