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"John, you're gonna break me in two," panted Rachel. As john rolled over to her side.
"You getting tired?" he remarked.
"No," Rachel lied.
He turned to her, kissing along her neck, she couldn't do anything about it he had her in his handcuffs.
"I'm more worried…about you, ahh…, breaking my back." she whispered trying not to let out moans of pure pleasure. She shoved her shoulder to try and get him off, no effect. He just moved his hands across her ribs, kissing along the nasty bruise on the top of her stomach. Coming back up along the line and nibbling on her collar bone,
"Your bones are made out of like steel, I'm not that strong."
"Mmm……yeah but you've been slamming them into concrete for like the last, 5 hours."
John chuckled, he didn't know anyone, who wasn't a time agent, who had the same kind of stamina that Rachel had.
"Let us out of these," Rachel demanded, gesturing to the handcuffs, john simply smirked,
"Why would I do that?" Rachel bent forwards kissing him, her tongue wrestling with his, trying to get the key he swallowed. She had to break the kiss for breath, she lay her head back down, disgruntled.
John looked up at her face, she was frowning at him but trying not to smile, resulting in a very cute pout, he shifted himself so he was eye level with her. He accidentally pressed against her ribs. A hiss ripped up her throat,
"Shit, sorry are you ok," asked john, worried.
"I'm fine, will you relax," said Rachel smiling, letting her head rest against the hard floor, closing her eyes for a minute, when she opened them again john's face was centimetres from hers.
She chuckled not expecting him so close, then attempted to retrieve the key again. Still no effect.
She turned her head away from him,
"Are you sulking now?" he snickered, nibbling at her ear. Following her jaw line down, reaching her neck, he bit down sucking on her neck causing a small moan from Rachel. Satisfied it would leave a bruise, he carried on along her neck, she turned her head back, giving him temporary access to her throat, which he took full advantage of. Where her pulse was, was a tickly spot, that hardly anyone knew about, that was the first place, john went for.
She let out a moan, as he chuckled.
As john was kissing and nibbling at her neck he was taking in the wonderful smell that was Rachel. It was a lot more complicated than he first thought, the mint and honey were the most defined, but also there was a smell of candy floss and bubble gum. There was a harder smell underneath that he couldn't quite place.
"What are you going to do now?" asked john.
"Well, I'm going to have a kip, get something to eat and drink and then go see my family."
"Jack isn't going to let you just leave,"
"Jack isn't going to stop me going, whether he likes it or not. I can get out of a cell, any cell."
John chuckled, and reluctantly undid the cuffs, gave her one last kiss, as she pulled her coat over her as a quilt and her hat as a pillow, not bothering to retrieve her clothes. He gathered his clothes up pulling everything on, and left the cell. He heard her snoring before he went up stairs.
He got upstairs and all he could hear was Owen and Ianto arguing over something, hoping to cause trouble he wandered over to the autopsy bay.
"No she wasn't at all, he was gone!" chuckled Ianto. Who nodded up at john as he came near.
"Alright lads," said john.
"Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see us?" sniggered Owen, nodding at the bulge in john's jeans.
"Oh please Owen, your just jealous," sneered John. Owen raised his eyebrows,
"Am I?" he asked
"Even if you still could get a good shag, you'd never be able to go that long. Especially not with a girl like Fawks," He smirked and walked away. Leaving Owen to glare at him and Ianto trying not to laugh.
"John, jack wants to see you in the board room," called Gwen.
"Thanks Sweet Cheeks," replied John looking over at her and winking causing her to shake her head and laugh.
"It's never going to happen John," Joked Gwen.
"That's what she said," he said pointing at the screen that showed a sleeping Rachel,
"Plus, you've seen the live show now, love. You're going to crave it." he lulled.
Gwen just laughed and pointed up to the board room.
John was smirking as he got to the board room, jack was sat there with a mug of coffee. He didn't say anything but just nodded for john to sit down.
"You were right, I'm sorry." said jack. "she is part human and definitely a victim of the rift." jack hesitated. John already guessed what jack was going to say, he started protesting.
"No way, No. I'm not putting her in there. No way,"
"It's already been decided. John, why shouldn't she be treated like any of others who fell through the rift. Sorry john it's already been decided. She will go to Flat Holm."
"I won't let you,"
"I know, I'm sorry," he said genuinely, as he got up to leave john just caught a glimpse of the stun gun until he collapsed.
Rachel woke to knocking on glass. She opened her eyes to see the handsome American grinning at her. A bit of a change from a gun at her throat. She told him to wait a minute as she shuffled over to her clothes and slipped them on. Rachel could feel jack's eyes staring at her through the glass, her tail twitched nervously. She then slipped her coat on, covering her leathery wings and walked to the glass wall.
"Hi," she smiled. "We kind of got off and the wrong foot, I'm Fawks."
"Jack, yeah. Sorry about before but john explained,"
"I know I heard."
"We can't just keep you here, though,"
"That's alright by me I was going to go see my family in a bit anyway."
Jack smiled sadly at her,
"We can't let you go out. We have a place that specialises in people like you, they can look after you,"
Rachel laughed. "I've been looking after my self for the last 13 years. I'll manage."
"I'm sorry but you don't get a choice, you can't walk about on earth, you stand out a bit."
"I don't get a choice, what you going to do?"
"This," he said simply as gas emanated from the floor of the cell, Rachel fell to her knees, trying to fight the drowsiness. She caught one last look of Jack smiling sympathetically.
Bloody Torchwood
***
Ianto looked up as jack came back in, behind his eyes Ianto could see the agony.
"How's he?" asked Jack, looking up at the board room.
"Incredibly pissed off at you." said Ianto giving him a hug.
"He's not worried about the girl," asked Jack confused.
"He knows she can take care of herself, that's what he told me." said Tosh, walking past.
Jack sighed, it would be a long day.
***
GET UP!!!
Rachel jolted awake, the voice in her head sounded annoyed.
You try having the day I've had and not be exhausted!
Where are we?
I've no idea.
Rachel looked around the tiny room, a bed and a sink were the only things in there. The only light was coming from a tiny barred window.
She stood up and tried the door, locked.
There's a surprise.
Rachel couldn't help but smile. She put her hand against the door and the let the electricity crackle through her bone, muscle and skin. It clicked open.
Smug she opened the door and walked through the long corridor, it was empty, no people.
This is where they take care of rift victims? Not very good so far. No one around.
I know, maybe jack warned them I'm dangerous.
She took the belt that had her weapons on, from her hat. She had concealed it in there as soon as she had the chance. She clipped it on.
She walked towards the end of the corridor where there was a door. On the door it said,
Maximum Security Ward
She went through, still no people, but loads of doors, individual rooms, she took in some of the names, walking through observing. Then she did a double take, passing one door then looking back at it.
Henry Falcon
No, Dad.
She looked at the names closer there were 4 doors near each other
Bethany Falcon
Jimmy Falcon
Taylor Falcon
I think we found your family
It…can't be.
She unlocked her dad's room. And walked in, sat in the shadows was a shape, hunched over and shivering.
"The pretty daisies they sing to me, only me. No one can hear them hum. Just me." he was whispering,
"Henry?" Rachel called out. The man turned, Rachel was taken aback he had no skin on his face.
"Rachel?" he rasped. "Baby Girl? Is it you?"
"Yeah Pa, it's me I found my way home,"
"Oh Rachel," he got up, he was very short. "You got so big, or maybe the daffodils stole my legs?"
"No one stole your legs Pa. What happened?"
"We were driving, and then the flowers were singing. Burning. Screaming."
"But you, you came back. But the flowers are telling me to stay away," he whispered. Then he looked into the mirror in his room.
Shit
He looked back at her, his mouth contorted in rage.
"You bitch, carved out my girl's soul and sat in it's place."
Rachel was backing off.
"No… Dad, it's me! It's Rachel"
He back-handed her across her face.
"MY GIRL IS DEAD, THE DAFFODILS SEND YOU TO KILL ME!!!" he was screaming Rachel ran out the door, locking it behind her. She could still hear her dad rampaging around the tiny room.
She wanted out. Now.
Then she heard a screaming voice.
Taylor
Her baby sister. She crept to the open door, her sister looked around the same age as her, she was strapped to her bed. Screaming her head off. But the scream wasn't human, it was wrong. Then a nurse came and injected her with something the screaming subsided into nothingness.
Rachel's eye sight took on a bluish tinge.
That's how Torchwood takes care of victims of the rift, locks them up and pumps them with drugs so they don't make a fuss.
She stormed back the way she came. She didn't want to see any more. She was fighting the tears back but also trying to contain the rage she felt.
I'll fucking kill them.
She looked at her room. Closing the door behind her. She could feel the demon blood pumping through her veins. Like a feeling of adrenaline. She went to the window. Steel bars covering it. She grabbed the bars with both hands, and tugged. There was a cracking noise of concrete and steel protesting. Then the bars where on the floor. She put her foot through the glass, and gave her wings a mighty flap, heaving herself up. It was going to be a tight squeeze. She climbed through. The shards of glass cutting into her bare waist.
We're going to have to rethink the whole crop top thing.
Then she was out. Beating her wings to keep her up, she looked around.
She was surrounded by sea, but she could see Cardiff. So she took off.
She landed by a building site. Both in and out of torchwood she had been asleep, so she had no clue where it was. She guessed it would be near the rift, the scar line of the rift was near the millennium centre so she headed that way. The quickest way there was along the motor way. So that's where she went. She jumped the barrier and walked down the centre of the road. She needed to make a scene so torchwood would come to her. There was a huge lorry speeding towards her, she took out her gun and shot the front two tyres, causing it to loose control. It was zigzagging along both lanes heading towards her. She put her hand up in a stop sign in centimetres from her it did. The psychic energy the demon could produce stopping the lorry.
She sighed and carried on walking down the now grid locked road.
***
"We've got a major traffic accident on the A4232," Said Toshiko
"So we don't do traffic, leave it to the police," Groaned Owen.
"Look at the cctv," said John, smirking.
The whole team came to watch it showed a girl in black shooting at the lorry and then stopping right in front of her.
John looked at Jack,
"You've done it now, big boy,"
Jack looked down at john,
"What do you mean,"
"You've pissed her off, she may want to talk to you. She'll be coming to find us."
"Well we'll have to find her first, you coming." he asked John.
He laughed, "I'm not that stupid,"
Jack went alone.
***
Rachel was getting nearer. On the way she'd took some vodka out of a shop, she was drinking it from the bottle. She saw at least 6 police cars zooming around the corner,
About time, I've caused a major traffic accident stolen a hell of a lot of crap you think they'd come sooner.
At least 15 police with guns came out of the car.
Rachel smirked, then took a breath as she let the psychic energy loose. When she opened her eyes all the police officers were knocked out on the floor.
"That worked," she mumbled. She climbed on top of one of the police cars, then she saw it. The huge black SUV zooming towards her. It rammed into the back of the car she was stood on, knocking her off.
Her lips pulled back over her teeth showing her double canines, sharp as needles. She swept her hand across the psychic energy forcibly moving the SUV the way her hand wet across. Jack clambered out.
"Your under arrest," He yelled.
"Oh yeah that's going to stop me," she mocked.
He shot at her, she dodged the bullet but it shot through her vodka bottle. She dropped the remains and with lightening speed rammed into him. Cracking him across the face.
"You get my family out of that hell hole, now" she growled, but with his gun still in his hand he hit her across the jaw causing her to stumble back. She felt the electricity in her bones charging up, as he made his way back to her she let it go, no control of where it went it jolted everywhere. She saw Jack take a hit it ripped up his shirt and left a burn across his shoulder. Then she saw it heal over, she didn't have time to think as jack punched her, she heard her nose crunch underneath his fist. She fell backwards tripping. Jack was stood over her, pointing his gun at her, she swept her tail along the floor, knocking his feet from under him. She got up and backed of, setting her bloody nose back in place. She jumped over the bonnet of one of the police cars, and flipped it on it's side. She was wearing out to fast. She needed to calm down. The demon was burning of the energy. Then she felt the bullets hitting the car.
"Shit,"
She dodged round Jack was stood by a different car.
Rachel fired her own gun at the petrol tank of the opposite car. It went up with a large explosion.
Rachel let out a sigh. Taking cover behind her car. Jack was still firing bullets.
This isn't going to end
That's when the petrol tank of the car she was leaning against went up.
***
"What about the officers?" asked Gwen
"They'll be fine, all retconned and safe." said Jack, rubbing his shoulder.
"What about her?" Gwen motioned to the screen which was showing a very injured Rachel. She was lay against the wall taking deep breaths.
"I don't know." said jack. "When she's feeling better, we can talk to her. Take her down some food."
"I got it," murmured john, he had a tray of food and a mug of coffee.
"Knock, knock." said john walking into the cell. Rachel merely grunted.
"Are you Ok?" john asked. Placing the tray in front of her.
"What do you think?" she grumbled.
"Does it hurt," He said brushing the side of her face.
"Of course it hurts, I got blown up." she retorted, but gave a weak smile nonetheless.
She leaned forward to get the tray with a groan.
"Do you want to talk about it?" John asked.
"Not Really," said Rachel. John knowing better than to try and pester her for information, told her he'd see her later and left the cell.
I can't believe you lost
My god, will you shut up
Touchy
I've got a head ache already without you chatting away.
All right, sorry. What are we going to do know.
I'm not sure.
That's if Jack doesn't kill us first, he might use us for experiments
Surprisingly your not making me feel any better.
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