Trapped and alone (open)

[Gray Harkness]

Things were not suppose to happen like this. They were not suppose to be after him, not suppose to know he was still alive. All he could think Hart was behind this some how but then that man would have to know that Jack didn't store him but the clone.

Whatever happened, he was in trouble and not sure where he could turn or who he could trust.

Another problem for Gray was when he was escaping the trap, he got hurt and his wrist strap to a hit on the way out. So not only was he bleeding, he had no idea where he was at...

A bright light came from the park before vanishing a moment later. Something Torchwood would pick up when it would come across their computers. Good old rift activity.

The man wearing a German officer's coat from WWII, collpased after taking a few steps. His left arm badly torn up from pieces of metal that went flying when the bomb went off. There were a couple of second degree burns on his body. However the worse of it was a gun shot wound to his leg just above his knee.

Gray used a piece of his shirt to bandaged the wound in his leg after sitting up. His eyes taking a look around having no idea where he was. But from the looks of the buildings, it had to be Earth. However, little did he know that it wasn't Cardiff...

After a moment, he stood up slowly knowing he couldn't stay here for long. It was to risky with Jack and his team among things. He went to use his wrist strap, cursing when he seen it was damaged. Gray knew he was screwed until he could fix it.

So he did the next best thing, moved forward to find a place to recover. Small drops of blood where leaving a trail behind him. He only got a few feet before, he had to slide down a tree. His body resting against it.

[Owen Harper]

Boston, Massachusetts is call the hub, Owen read on an article in a Boston magazine. Boston had history. It had Salem. Owen had read Boston had a few rift activities and adventure with witches. Smirking, Owen could not hold smile on people not believing in witches. Owen could not believe there were ‘real’ witches. People were very superstitious and are still. But, Owen worked for Torchwood for a few years and he had to believe it was an alien. Owen had to keep an open mind on the witches in Salem.

Putting the magazine down back in the rack, Owen turned to head for the poetry section in the book store. He had decided to check the book stores in Boston. Owen liked poetry. Ianto Jones might be the only person who knows Owen likes poetry. The reason Ianto would know because Ianto had a weird lack of sense of people.

Scanning through the poetry books, Owen saw TS Eliot’s ‘Cocktail Party’ was in the wrong section. Owen liked T.S. Eliot. Reaching for the book, Owen got a call from Torchwood Four. Owen was told it was a rift. “I am on my way!” Owen said.

Getting first to the sight, Owen had his medical supply with him. Running toward the rift activity, Owen followed the directions on the rift scanner in his hand. It was the American version, but, Tosh had made it for them. Tosh had the ability to make things. Tosh was great.

Stopping at the location, Owen saw pool of blood but no body. Owen stuck the hand held computer in his jacket’s pocket. Owen’s eyes saw a trail of blood. He quickly followed it.

Following the blood trail, Owen could see there was man lying down and he was out of not from 2010.

“Great!” Owen said, looking at the coat, “A bloody Nazi!”

Quickly removing his latex gloves out of his pocket, Owen looked at the Nazi. Owen had a puzzled confused look. The World War II German soldier was in America in the Twenty first century. Owen was puzzled. How can a man be from one continent and land in another continent in a rift. Owen had never experienced that before. It could be a Boston thing.

Being a victim to an alien artifact a month ago, Owen’s experiences got changed. It was like someone re-wrote Owen’s timeline. Owen and Torchwood have no clue what had happened. It was classified as un-solved. Owen had been replaced by Daniel in Torchwood because Owen vanished for a month or more. That is why Owen seemed oblivious to Gray. Because that part of Owen’s memory been reprogrammed or blocked in his memory.

“Hey mate,” Owen said. “Welcome to the twenty-first century. Your side lost.”

[Gray Harkness]

Gray didn't know that he had passed out until he heaed Owen's words. His pale green eyes looked over at him. Gray was shocked to see the man he thought he killed a while back was alive. Did that mean no one at Torchwood dies?

His body was shaking from the shock he was slipping into. Not to mention his heart was racing. His eyes glanced around again wondering if Jack was around. This would be very bad. He wasn't armed at the moment or had the strength to escape.

To most it would appear that he was scared and wounded. That was true about him but not for the reasons it would seem. If anyone knew the reason, they would be scared too. The scar he carried on the one side of his face and neck was only one of the reminders he had of what he gone through at their hands.

After a moment he recalled what Owen said to him. Gray felt safe in playing along, at least he would get help and a safe place to recover. "Captain John Scott. 1st Airborn, US Army. 197 64 2301" He said with an American accent, recalling on some history that he picked up. Knowing when Americans were captured that is all they spoke. Gray hoped Owen would by the act.

His eyes looked over at Owen trying to hide the fear in his eyes as a part of the act. Gray swallowed hard and leaned his head back at the tree, fighting to stay awake. For everything he could tell so far, Owen didn't remember him. Then again, did Owen even know about him back then? There was no reason that he shouldn't, Jack would have told his team about him or at least he thought so.

Maybe Owen would buy that he was an American trying to escape from a POW Camp during WWII. Right now, he just wanted to get out of here because he wasn't sure if they had followed him or not. And he hoped that he knew enough about this planet in order to keep playing along with this or until Owen figured out things.

[Owen Harper]

Time was changed, Owen had to do the Owen thing by messing around with an alien artefact that had given a reset to the past events around Torcwhood. Things have changed for the better or for the worse. It depended on each individual life.

We all hope and Owen hope that Gray won't test the theory of Jack's people is like Jack. Owen did not want to die. Owen had times he wished he was dead. Owen had got depressed and hated his life at times. But he had never gone to that level. He would be a coward.

The man had the same accent as Captain Jack Harkness. That means the man was not from Massachusetts. "Well, my apologize Captain. Your side won. A matter of fact it saved our sorry arses."

Owen noticed the old scar running down Gray's neck. Owen figured that must be old combat wounds. Putting his hand on Gray's shoulder, "You are safe," Owen said. "I am Doctor Owen Harper."

Looking up the wrapped up leg, "Good move," Owens said. "That saved your life." Owen turned to look through his medical kit. "I am going to sedate the pain," he said pulling the needle out. He would sedate the leg, if Gray allowed it. God modding a sedative could be bad.

Looking around, Owen saw he was still alone, he spoke in the headpiece's, "Hello, team?" he asked and paused. "Shite! The comm system down again!" Owen had to get that fix. That was the biggest problem they had at Torcwhood Four. "It be fine. You will be fine."

[Gray Harkness]

Even though time has passed and things around him changed, Gray was still the same person as before. The Sadist who wanted to make sure his brother suffered like he had done. The man who couldn't forgive his brother for something that could not be helped. However at the moment, he was too scared of going back to the place where he had come from. From being caught by those nameless aliens who tortured him. Right now, he couldn't figure out how Owen managed to be alive after everything that happened. He wondered if that women was still around, the one he shot in the stomach. Then again, where was his brother and what he was up to.

Maybe if his arm wasn't torn up from the sharpnal and his leg didn't have a bullet wound in it, he would have tested out his theory on whether or not Jack's team could die or not. However, at the moment there were more important things to worry about than his brother's team. Right now, he was here and in the hands of Torchwood. Which wasn't much better than his other choice. At least these guys would handle the aliens if they had come here. Gray needed to get his hands on either a new wrist strap or things to fix up his so he could teleport out of this place.

"Wasn't me." He said, looking ahead at nothing. Not bothering to look over at Owen at the moment. He couldn't stand anyone from Jack's team but at moment, he didn't have much to choice than to place nice. If he had a weapon, things would be different. Gray jumped slightly when he was touched, wincing his eyes shut from the pain of his movement. Being touched in a way such as that wasn't something he was use to. Torture and pain was something he was use to, not others being nice to him. So he wasn't sure how to respond or react.

His eyes glanced down at his leg. "Needed to stop the bleeding so I could escape. It was hard to do with one hand." His other arm was held close to his chest, finally having stop bleeding too. But looked like it had gone through a shedder and burned. His pale green eyes glanced over at Owen then down at the medical kit. Swallowed hard, not sure what was going to happened but he didn't want things to hurt anymore. Pain was something he had become numb for the most part but he didn't like it when he hurt. "Do what you need to..." His head turning away when Owen injected the sedative.

"Team?" He asked, trying to figure out where Jack was still and how things were going to blow up when they realized he wasn't a soldier but Jack's brother. The one who nearly wiped out Cardiff and most of the Torchwood team. He was worried about Jack and what his brother would do to him given his current shape and what he had done but until he had a chance to do something about it, he couldn't help but to worry.

[Owen Harper]

Looking over at Owen, Gray could see there was neck bandage on the back of Owen’s neck. Owen was still healing from the alien attack that Stray and Awren had encountered. The alien had stuck its claw in the back of Owen’s neck. Stray shot it. It died from the shot. They had taken the alien to Torchwood Four and stored it in the gunnery. Owen will still have to study the alien. It was an alien that nobody had encountered. Not even U.N.I.T. had encountered.

“Stay here,” Owen said. “I will be back.”

Running back to the deep midnight SUV they had for Torchwood Four team. It was almost the same as Torchwoo Three but it was different. It was an American design so the driver seat was on right side and not the left side. But everything was close to be the same.

Driving the SUV through the park, Owen stopped the SUV and got out. Owen moved over to his medical kit, closed the kit, and he strapped over his shoulder. “Okay Captain, we need to move you.” Reaching to assist Gray up, Owen’s face shifted pale when he saw the familiar wrist watch. Owen wasn’t sure it was the wrist watch that Captain Jack Harkness and Captain John Hart had. Owen was careful helping to move Gray to the SUV, Owen used his free arm to open a door, and assist Gray in the seat passenger seat.

[Gray Harkness]

The bandage on Owen's neck was something he made a note of, along with any other weakness that he may have spoted. Anything he could use against the other man come the time. Right now he was having hard time, not going on the attack and taking control. However, this was his best bet of getting the stuff he needed to heal and then weapons he would need in time. It made him sick playing along like this but in due time, he would correct everything that was wrong at teh moment. When he was told to stay here, he wanted for Owen to leave before said a few things under his breath.

It wasn't like he could move all that far at the moment. His body wasn't wanting to work with him and he hated himself for falling into that trap. It was something he should have known better of. However landing in Torchwood's lap was a cursing and a blessing in its own. However, he still wasn't sure where was really at but at the moment, it didn't matter to him. His eyes looked over at the SUV, it was different in color though. Which caused him to wonder if something happened to the other one. Though he knew, he could leave it to his brother for going larger and over board with things. It was always about the big toys with Jack.

He winced a little when he moved and helped into the SUV. His eyes looked around the inside of the SUV before shifting to get a little more comfortable. His mind too busy trying to think of things he needed to do and not paying much attention to Owen. "Where are we going?"' He finally asked. The Hub was on the top of his list but little did he know that this wasn't Cardiff and that it was in the States far away from his brother. He moved his arm back to his chest as he leaned his head against the door's window when the SUV's door was closed.

[Owen Harper]

“You need to click that in,” Owen said, holding the seat belt to Gray. Checking to see if everything was clear away from the door frame, Owen slammed the door. Not sure how Gray would react to the shoulder strap belt that comes across his chest.

Walking across from the SUV, Owen climbed in the drivers’ seat and pulled his lap seat belt over his own lap. The shoulder belt came across Owen’s body when he closed the driver seat. Pressing the brake, Owen shifted the SUV in drive. He wished it was standard. But it would be difficult for Owen because he will had to shift with his right arm when he was used shifting with his left arm.

“I am taking to a place where we can help you. Get you fixed up,” Owen said. “And see we can send you back to World War II,” Owen lied. Owen not sure what Jack will want to do. Torchwood Four could try to send him back to World War II. Owen could figure the man was a threat. But, he had to figure that out later.

Turning the wheel, Owen kicked the gas pedal down making the SUV to kick dirt. Thinking about the arm strap, Owen was worried. Captain Jack Harkness and Captain John Hart were time agents. Captain Hart wasn’t all nice either. Owen now wandered if Captain John Scott was someone he can trust.

Owen will need to contact Captain Jack Harkness about this man. Yes, Owen had no choice. Stopping the SUV, Owen had the SUV sit at the street. “Opposite,” Owen mumbled to himself. “Why did you lot drive on the opposite side?”

Turning the wheel, Owen pulled the SUV on the road. He quickly checked for street signs. He wanted to be sure he could see them. If Owen could not see the street signs that will be a sign he was on the wrong side of the street.

“First time here,” Owen said, “I almost got hit by an oncoming car. Looking the wrong way, I thought it was clear and I stepped front of a car.” The truth was Owen was running after an alien.

It was about fifteen minuet drive in the SUV. Boston traffic made it five minuets longer. They drove by a post office, so Gray could see the American flag waving in the sky. It was saying, ‘welcome to America you alien!’

Pulling in a tunnel, Owen drove the SUV down in a small parking lot. Owen climbed out of the driver seat, walked across the front of the SUV. Owen opened the door for Gray and helped the man out.

Taking Gray over to the transport bed, Owen helped Gray on the bed. “I will need to strap you down for your safety,” he said strapping Gray down. Owen was thinking maybe I should keep him strapped and report this to Jack?

Owen pressed a button on the transporter bed. The bed started moving as Owen pushed it.

Pushing Gray in Torchwood Four, Owen saw he was alone. Owen gritted his teeth and he took a deep breath. He had to be careful. The security system scanned Gray. This is a good time for trouble of alarm for weapons? Does Gray have hidden weapons?

(Please correct my god modding strapping? I forgot to say try and all that. And not realize that Gray could have a fear of straps...So please correct me if I did wrong...)