The Mayweathers followed behind Owen's car, wondering exactly what they had gotten into.
"I'm an old woman, whose been retired for over twenty years. How do they expect me to run around and shoot at things?" Gertrude shook her head and head and laughed slightly.
"I seem to be doing a pretty good job at it, and I'm old than you." Olivia glared at her wife. "Besides, I'm pretty sure it's just an honorary thing. I severely doubt that Torchwood is going to want two old birds running around their place of business. Speaking of, why are we stopping?" Owen's car had come to a stop in front of a small dock. The two woman looked at each other warily, and then looked forward again, to see a large opening form in the wall of the building. Owen's car drove forward into the gap, and then vanished. Olivia and blinked, and Gertrude shrugged, driving forward and stopping. Suddenly, their car began to move, not forward, but down. Olivia gripped Gertrude's arm tightly in surprise, and the elder woman simply laughed. A few seconds more of falling, and the women found themselves in an expansive parking garage. There was a light tapping on the car window, and Gertrude looked up. She unrolled her window, and Owen leaned in.
"You can park were you want, but the lift is over there-" He pointed to the corner of the room. "It doesn't matter to me though." Gertrude nodded, and the dead man stepped back, letting the woman pull forward. She parked a few spaces form Owen's car, getting out and helping Olivia from her side. Martha walked over and grinned at them broadly.
"I should probably warn you about what's inside here." Gertrude shrugged.
"Aliens?" Owen glanced over with a look of pure shuck, and even Tosh looked surprised.
"Err, how did you know?" Gertrude laughed and even Olivia cracked a smile.
"There were always rumors about you guys. Besides, I've seen enough Claw-Kin in my day to know that we aren't exactly alone." Owen folded his arms over his chest and shared a wary look with Tosh.
"Claw-Kin? What are those?" Olivia walked forward.
"I'm sure you've seen them. I thought Torchwood was running about catching them. They're about six feet tall. Sharp teeth, clawed hands, always wearing a boiler suit. Tosh snapped her fingers.
"Weevils!" Owens eyes widened.
"You know that Weevils are aliens? I thought all the locals thought they're some sort of lab experiment." Olivia shook her head and grinned.
"Those rumers have only been around for the past twenty years or so. When people started calling them Weevils and Sewer creatures. Claw-Kin is what we called them before. Back when Gertrude was little." Gertrude nodded.
"The Claw-Kin, Weevils, aren't a new thing dear." Owen shook his head.
"And here I was thinking that we had done a good job at covering our tracks." HE threw his hands up into the air and then sighed.
"Oh well. You're in on it, might as well get you inside." The women nodded, and followed the group onto the lift. As soon as the rose into the center of the HUB, Myfanwy swooped down, squawking curiously at the guests.
"Is that a Pteranodon?" Olivia said, on the verge of laughter.
"Yes, actually. She's Ianto's baby. His Myfanwy." Gertrude laughed.
"Little Lovely One. Not the name I would have chosen for a dinosaur." Olivia looked up at the creature with wonder.
"She's beautiful! No wonder Ianto loves his job. To have a pet like that." Tosh smiled.
"When Ianto comes in, I bet he'd let you feed her." Olivia's eyes widened with excitement, and Gertrude shook her head.
"What does a thing like that eat anyway?" Martha raised her hand.
"Apparently Chocolate." Olivia laughed again, hugging Jack's coat to her chest.
"It's wonderful." Suddenly there was a crash from the other side of the HUB, followed by a string of high-pitched gurgling, and another string of wet slopping sounds.
"Oops. Sounds like Glib and Fall are having a bit of trouble." Owen looked up at Martha with alarm.
"They are still in there? Why? Shouldn't you have put them in the cells or something?" Tosh smacked the dead man's thigh from her seat, and looked up at him sternly.
"They aren't animals Owen." Owen glared down at the technician, but didn't say anything.
"And they saved Ianto's sight. It was Fall who concocted that serum, not me. And he hurt himself in the process." Owen glanced back towards the autopsy bay once more, and then sighed.
"Fine, but they need to get out of there at least. IF something happens I need that place clean and ready, not overrun by two multi-tentacled aliens." Gertrude grinned at Olivia, who nodded, the two of them bolted past the Torchwood group and down the steps, following the sounds. They saw the two aliens gurgling loudly at each other, a stray of syringes scattered on the floor. One of the creatures was getting darker and darker as he gurgled. And the other was paling. Gertrude cleared her throat loudly, and the tow beings turned to her, going completely silent. Fall grabbed the translator, flicking it on and holding it up.
"Who are you ma'am?" Olivia burst out laughing and Gertrude cracked a smile.
"You are polite, you are! That's amazing! Absolutely bloody amazing." Olivia elbowed her wife to silence her.
"Now hush Gerty, you're being rude!" She smiled warmly at the creatures.
"I'm Olivia Mayweather, and this is my wife, Gertrude." Glib looked over at Fall, before speaking.
"The Humans here call me Glib, this is my pair bonded, Fall. We were not aware that there were any other Torchwood aperatives." Gertrude shook her head.
"We're new." Fall tilted his eyestalks to the side, inquisitively.
"You do not look new. Compared to the other human's you look quite old." Olivia laughed harder then, and Gertrude folded her arms across her chest.
"I'm going to assume that you were being sincere, and do not understand that that was rude. Yes I am physically older than most of the humans you've met, but I am new to Torchwood, in the sense that I have only been working with them for a very short amount of time." Fall inclined his eyestalks again. A nod.
"Understood. Tell me, do you know of the one they call Ianto Jones? How he is fairing?" Olivia stopped laughing long enough to look in amazement at the creatures.
"He is well. Pardon my asking, but why do you care?" Glib picked up the fallen tray and its contents, setting them on the autopsy table.
"He saved both our lives, we are eternally grateful. We owe him a life debt. More than one. We only hope that he lives for us to repay it. It brings us great joy to know that he does." Gertrude smiled and Olivia leaned into her. They both felt and entirely unwarranted sense of pride regarding the Welshman. Owen walked up, grimacing at the state of his autopsy bay.
"I take it that you tow are totally ok with extraterrestrial life forms. Doesn't surprise me at all." The ladies laughed.
"No problems here, though it is peculiar that Torchwood hires aliens." Glib finished righting the fallen items.
"We do not work here. We are guests of Torchwood." Owen swung around the women, stopping to examine one of the lighter patched on Fall's skin.
"Yes and my patients. You two have been ver taxing yourselves. You should be resting." Glib laughed again.
"We should, should we not? Come then, let's go to our cell." Olivia looked at the alien, perplexed.
"Cell? They keep you in a cell?" Fall folded his tentacles complacently.
"No, we stay there as it is comfortable. We are free to move as we wish. We are not prisoners, we are guests." Gertrude still looked unconvinced, but said nothing as the two aliens made their way out of the autopsy bay.
Martha and Tosh saw the two aliens wander around to the cells, but paid them no mind.
"So what do you think of our two newest members of Torchwood?" Martha glanced down at the woman, before smiling.
"I think you guys will have your hands full. It looks like your new recruits are still quite full of vim, vigor, and vitality." Tosh giggled lightly.
"Yea, it's good though. I'm glad that Jack chose not to RETCONN them." Martha smiled.
"I doubt that stuff would work on them. They're probably immune it" The technician laughed again, before wheeling up to her desk.
"I have some work to do, do you mind?" The doctor shook her head.
"Be my guest! I'm thinking of finding a place for your rookies to bunk for the night." Tosh nodded, turning to her computer screen. She had to re-write UNIT's reports, as well as a few of the hospitals.