Owen pulled out his dusty old phonebook, digging until he found the home number for Mrs. Gertrude Mayweather. He dialed it, hoping that everything was ok.
"Cardiff Police department." Owen gazed down at his phone in shock.
"Err, I'm looking for Gertrude Mayweather? This is her nephew." Owen added, hoping that the family plea would get him a little further.
"Your aunt isn't here son. But if you see her, let her know that we're looking for her too, She appears to have assaulted three men. One is in critical condition." Owen didn't know whether to smile or scream. Obviously it had been an act of self-defense. Probably against UNIT soldiers. But that means that the pair were in danger, and had just became fugitives from the law.
"What of her wife? Olivia, is she there?" There was a rustling sound, and the scraping of a pen on paper.
"No, I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." Owen paniced rushing into his room and flipping the lights on, waking Tosh.
"Matt. Matt Mayweather. I was calling to check up on them. Aunt Olivia hadn't been feeling well lately." Owen looked down at the confused Tosh, who was blinking up at him from the bed.
"Owen?" She squeaked, and he held his hand over his phone, motioning for Tosh to hurry and get up.
"Oh, well, Matt. I would like you to come in and talk with us. You're aunt's actions are very puzzling, and we would like to get this whole thing sorted." Owen sneered. I bet you would. He hung up the call, not bothering with the pleasantries of dismissal.
"Tosh, hurry. We need to get to the hospital." The technician sat up, wincing at the pain in her side. She grabbed her glasses of the end table, sliding them on and squinting at Owen.
"Why, are they awake?" Owen shook his head.
"No, but there are rigger things to worry about. Do you remember Gertrude and Olivia? The elderly couple from that inn were we found Ianto?" Tosh nodded, swinging herself to the edge of the bed.
"Yea, why? Are they in the hospital?" Owen shook his head, pulling the wheelchair around for her.
"Not exactly. UNIT is after them, and they are on their way into a big trap. We need to go intercept them. How are you?" Tosh winced, settling into the wheelchair and shivering slightly.
"Cold. Can you hand me a pair of pants? Just one of your shirts is not going to be any help against the cold." Owen nodded, rummaging through the drawers of his dresser before pulling out a dangerously small pair of jeans.
"Oh please tell me that those aren't yours." Owen shook his head.
"No, they're, were, Katie's. " Tosh swallowed the lump in her throat. The fact that the doctor still had a pair of his dead fiancé's jeans was one thing. But the fact that he was willing to part with them after all these years, just for Tosh, that got to her.
"Alright then. I'm afraid that you'll have to help me get into those." Owen rolled his eyes, and rushed over to her, helping the injured woman wriggle into the jeans before helping her with her socks and boots.
"There. Nice and dressed. Now let's go." Tosh nodded, and Owen wheeled her out of the apartment, into the left and down to the lobby. Owen wheeled Tosh through the parking lot, stopping short at his car. The sound of sirens in the distance had them both on edge, and Owen fumbled with tossing Tosh into the car. The Wheelchair was abandoned, as Owen knew that they could get one at the hospital. They peeled out of the lot, and onto the road, just to see two Cardiff police cruisers occupy the spot were they had been.
"Owen how did they know were you were?" Owen ripped the battery out of his phone.
"They traced my call. Figured that they would. Now we just need to get to the hospital. I really hope that Jack wakes up soon. I don't want to have to deal with all this bloody paperwork." Tosh smiled at that."
"Then you shouldn't be worrying about Jack, and more on Ianto. He's the one who fills out all of your paperwork anyway." Owen laughed slightly, swinging and speeding through the streets until the had reached the hospital. As they pulled in, a black sports car came gunning in behind them, sliding recklessly into a spot before they cut the engines. Owen hopped out of the car, ready to curse out the driver for his driving, when none other than Gertrude popped out of the car.
"Oh, good, Doctor Harper! I'm glad you're here. Olive and I just had a bit of a run in with UNIT." Owen shook his head, and walked to the other side of the car, opening the door for Tosh.
"Owen, who was the idiot who pulled in here like that?" Gertrude walked around the car, and the technician blushed.
"Mrs. Mayweather?" The older woman laughed.
"That's Mrs. Idiot to you." Olivia came around with a wheelchair, her own gate slightly pained.
"Here you go dear. Gerty said that you ended up getting shot. Might be best not to overdo it then." Tosh smiled, and Owen helped her into the wheelchair.
"Are we all heading up then?" Gertrude said, and Owen shrugged.
"I guess. I mean, we are all going to end up in the same place eventually, might as well go now, while we are in a group." Gertrude nodded, and then pointed down at her side.
"If they try anything, I've got "em." Tosh bristled, getting the point.
"I just hope that you have a permit for that." The woman nodded, and they all advanced to the elevator.
Gertrude could feel it, the tense atmosphere of the hospital. The way that the two young members of Torchwood were watching around themselves, as if preparing for battle. She glanced over at Olivia, who was leaning heavily on the wheelchair in front of her.
"Olive, honey, are you alright?" The woman smiled faintly, and clutched the bundle of Jack's coat tighter to her chest.
"I'm fine. I just need to sit down sooner rather than later." Gertrude nodded, and Tosh placed her hand on the older woman's . The door to the lift opened, pouring them strait into the hallways of the hospital. Gertrude shrugged her cloak around herself, concealing her frame, while Olivia, hunched herself over Tosh's wheelchair. Owen snatched a lab coat and tossed it on, not caring whose it was. They walked like that to the hospital room, no one batting an eyelash at their presence. A swift rapping on the door gained them entrance to see Gwen pacing, the floor, Martha hovering over the monitors, and the two men still looking near death.
"So, It looks like team Torchwood is back together again. Good to see you here Doctor Jones." Martha smiled at him, and moved swiftly behind the group, shutting the door.
"I take it your journey here wasn't as pleasant as we had hoped." Gwen stated, gazing meaningfully at the specks of dried blood on Gertrude's hands, and then frowning at the bruise on Olivia's cheek.
"No. UNIT was waiting for me when I got back." Martha bristled, her eyes darkening with anger.
"UNIT did this to you ma'am?" She stated, pointing at Olivia's eye. The woman nodded.
"Yes, but Gerty got them back. A crack shot she is. Disabled the three of them without killing a soul or getting herself killed." Both Gwen and Owen shared a look of mutual shock. An elderly woman managed to take out three armed UNIT soldiers?
"Anything to keep you save dear." She said, and there was a collective sigh at that.
"Well now. This room isn't quite large enough for the six of us to stand around and stare. I'm going to go to the cafeteria and eat. I'm starved." Tosh emphasized this by wheeling herself back to the door.
"Martha, I take it that you can handle things in here for a while?" The woman nodded, smiling sweetly at the concern the dead man showed for Tosh. Olivia shuffled into a chair, sitting heavily and sighing.
"I think I'll just take a breather if it's all the same to you. There's been far too much excitement for these old bones." Gertrude laughed, and then turned to Gwen.
"Would you happen to know where I could wash up? This room doesn't exactly seem to be equipped with an on-suit. " Gwen smiled and nodded.
"Follow me, and we'll get you cleaned up a bit." The woman nodded, and the four left the room, leaving Olivia and Martha alone with the men. Martha turned to Olivia, and knelt in front of her, her fingers gently prodding the bruise.
"Mrs. Mayweather, I cannot begin to say how sorry I am that UNIT did this. I won't try to defend their actions, or justify them. I can only say that I am doing what I can here, and that UNIT can expect my resignation in the near future." Olivia smiled at Martha, her hand gently silling the doctor's.
"You are a kind soul Doctor Jones. I know not all of UNIT is bad, it's just the few bad drops that poison the well. I'm just afraid that I've gotten far too many drops as of late." The woman chuckled softly. "Though not as bad as this Torchwood bunch. They seem to have the worst luck." Martha nodded, glancing over at the men once more. It was then that she noticed, with some alarm, that their brainwaves and heart rates were spiking. She leapt up and rushed over, terrified and fascinated by the sudden change. Yet as quickly as it happened, it slowed, not to normal, but into one solid pattern between the two men. As if they were sharing one mind and one heart.