In her little cell

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It had been a few days of rest, something Bailey wasn’t really used to. Her dreams…her nightmares came and went. In her waking time she didn’t notice much thanks to good drugs and wounds, falling asleep soon after waking. Today though, she finally woke up enough to notice that…

“I’m in a cell, lovely.” She observed from her little room. Looking down she found she was no longer cuffed to the bed but she defiantly wasn’t going anywhere soon. Of course she was concerned now though because if this was really Torchwood and they locked her up then something defiantly was amiss.

She slowly sat up using her right hand to balance since her left one was bandaged up. Wincing at the pain coming from her chest as she did sit up she stayed still a moment to let it pass, knowing that pain meant she was still alive so it was good.

She looked around the room till she located the camera and smirked at it. “Well, come on then, get me sorted and out of this bloody cell!” She didn’t like being locked up, of course who really did? She knew there had to be a good reason for Torchwood to lock her up but it would be nice if the welcoming committee would get their collective arses in gear so they could let her out of here. She raises her right hand and waves at the camera, still trying to get their attention. “Bloody hell..” she cursed again as she looked down, trying to figure out what might happen if she slid off the bed and tried to stand.

[Owen Harper]

"Right," Owen said walking down to the cell where Janet was being held captive. "How is my favourite Weevil to-day?" Owen had been studying Janet for very long time. Taking a stool from the corner of the corridor. Owen sat the stool down and sat on it. Owen what Danielhad on Janet. Daniel had not much. "It seems I will be living up to my title the king of the Weevils. So Janet we are going to do a little test. Why do youmove away from me," Owen said to Janet who was cowering away from Owen. Looking at Janet, Owen so wanted to know the Weevils are reacting to Owen the way they a

Owen did feel he had to continue his study with the Weevils because he had the most on hands experience with them. In the United States there are not many Weevils. "You're kind are not populating Boton like Cardiff. So Janet I am assuming your planet is lined with the rfit string'" Owen made notes that Janet seem to be more calmer. A note of the rifts are slow because Janet is more calmer than before.

Standing to stretch, Owen saw a lady in a cell. Owen did not see her there before. How did he miss her? Owen could not place who she is. She semmed to be human. Pulling out the scanner out of the case he had with him. He scanned her body from the distant he was. "And who are you?"

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When Owen turns toward her she gives him a reluctant smile then looks down to her dangling feet, trying to decide wither or not her legs were strong enough to get her out of bed, along with the question of if her IV would reach as well. She looks back to Owen, exhaling in exasperation.

”I’m Bailey, Bailey Mason.” She nods toward the cell with Janet in it, seemingly not phased by sight of an alien. ”She’s your girl then?” She chuckles at the thought. ”Like the lookers eh?”

She looks back to her feet, mind at the task at hand. Slowly she placed one foot on the ground, careful to keep most of the weight off it. Feeling the lack of strength in her leg, perhaps due to sleeping for days on end, or could be the drugs, she moves to sit again on the medical bed. Looking back to Owen. “You wouldn’t be able to unlock the door here now would you?”

[Owen Harper]

Looking over to Janet, “Aye we are in-separatable,” Owen said making a new word. Of course Owen was being very sarcastic. Janet snarled at Owen, she sniffed the air and moaned. Owen really did not like the sound of a moan. It made him feel he was rejected. God he hated the feeling being rejected by an alien that was not from this world. Owen just had a small esteem on some principles. Owen fought to get acceptance from people. He liked to be appraised especially from Torchwood Three when he was part of it. Now those days are gone.

Checking Bailey out, Owen saw she was a looker, a bit bruised up, an IV tube in her and she was locked in a cell. “Sorry sweety, I can’t do that,” Owen said with professionalism in his tone. Owen was indeed curious why Bailey was locked up. Owen face look liked he was puzzled because he was wondering what buffoon would have a patient and a prisoner in a prison cell with an IV tube in a cell. He figured it had to be Daniel. Rolling his eyes, Owen looked down at his clip board he had in his left hand. Mumble under his breathe, he will make mistakes and learn. Funny I don’t have to do a thing. He smirks to himself because it seemed to be true.

Owen had troubled opening a cell door before to an alien who played helpless and he was in a situation he could had been killed a year ago. Owen knew for a fact he could not open the cell door for Bailey unless it was a complete emergency. Like he believed she was going to die or she was hurting herself. He does not know who the woman really is. Owen can she sees gorgeous and all that but he could not do it, and all Owen can tell she can be an alien with disguise to try persuaded him to help her and kill him. He did let his mind wonder on how she would be in bed.

“So how did a beautiful creature like you got in a cell?” Owen asked in a professional and being curious at the same time.

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When he asked the inevitable question she takes a deep breath in, wincing a bit as she over inflated her wounded lung. She makes a mental note to not breath like that for a good bit from here on out. She then turned to Owen and gave the most honest answer she could, full, beautiful smile and all. ”I’m still trying to figure that out. One moment I was trying to save the world, next I’ve been shot and patched up then tossed in here.” Okay so the last bit was trying to prey upon Owen’s sympathies, not knowing he really didn’t have many. “It’s probably for the best seeing as how I don’t think I can walk currently. Getting shot hurts more than I imagined it would to tell you the truth.”
She takes a moment, the interaction with Owen spending more of her energy than she had been used to in the last few days and her chest beginning to pain her enough that she considers lying back down, but doesn’t. “At least I’m not cuffed to the bed anylonger.”
She looks around the room a bit more, seeing the camera looking in on her, and inclines her head toward it ”So, anyone in particular watching me, like the strange Captain Harkness or the guy-who-is-not-a-doctor-but-good-at-what-he-does Daniel?” She honestly didn’t ~know~ anyone at Torchwood 3 personally, and she was from another dimension, so she doesn’t currently know that Daniel is on the outs with Owen. Of course if she did she still would be trying to get Owen to unlock the door. ”While we’re at it, I’m Bailey…and you are?”

[Owen Harper]

Tossing the clip board on the stool, but the stool decided to let the clip board fall to the floor. Owen ignored it. The world will not stop to a complete halt for a clipboard. If it did! We all will be dead!

“Oh yea, save the world,” Owen said crossing his arms and nodding his hand. “And wake in a cell” He raised an eyebrow as he found that story hard to believe but deep down there was a very small chance it could be true.

At least I’m not cuffed to the bed anylonger. “That’s kinky,” Owen said his one
liner.

Owen observed Bailey glancing at the camera. So Bailey was aware of her surroundings. Owen shifting his feet to get comfortable to get a good balance, “Yea, they love watching you,” Owen said teasing her. The truth was Owen thinks no one was watching it. The camera was recording because someone will be down here wondering why Owen was back. Because Daniel would be all over Owen demanding him to stay away. Owen had been doing very well to be honest. He had notput Torchwood in jeaoporidy by opening Bailey's cell. Owen still wonderedwhy kind of action was that. It could have been Daniel.

Owen smirked on the remark she said about Daniel, “I am Owen Harper, Dr Own Harper at your service,” he said decline his head to her. Again he was being sarcastic. “Cuffed?” Owen will want to her story. He was actually curious what the cutie have to say.

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She nodded to him, knowing how weird this actually does sound. She takes a moment to put things right in her head, a quick glance up to the camera to indicate they had better be watching this, cause she really didn’t want to repeat herself.

”I am…was, part of a team working with Torchwood one. I am a weapons specialist.” She takes a moment, considering something, but decides to not expand on her job description at this point, her memory a bit hazy at what she’s admitted to already. Her Scottish cadence indicating her place of origin quite well.”The facility and London as a whole was under attack from an alien force known as the Nestene Consciounsess and it’s Autons…living plastic.” She expands on their description, abet not much. ”They had taken up residence near the London Eye and were using it as a transmitter. UNIT had initially made contact; telling Torchwood to stay out of it, and the stupid gits got us into this mess by not just removing the alien threat. They are quite rubbish when it comes to dealing with hostiles. It was clear where her loyalties lie.

She looks to Owen a moment, trying to place his face in any official report. ”My team was sent out from Torchwood One to Torchwood Two in order to deliver a case that contained a formula to stop the Autons. In my way in I lost the other…” her voice breaks just enough that she decides to stop in order to compose herself, half hating the drugs she’s under for making her so bloody emotional. She sensed this Dr. Owen Harper wasn’t someone who appreciated emotion so detachment would be the best way to deal with him, unlike Daniel. ”The other members of my team were erased.” Of course as soon as she used that wording she mentally kicked herself, erasing is what she and her team did and it’s not something that one should advertise when trying to gain trust, damn drugs were affecting her judgment.

She placed her right hand, her only working hand and arm, to her chest a moment, testing the pain from a touch, trying to see how bad the pain was under the bandages. ”I got to the base…well here, and gave the case to Captain Jack Harkness when I was shot from behind, the Autons having breached the base. Captain Harkness then…” Somewhere in her memories she knew he did something but what it was she still wasn’t sure of. Her thoughts wander back to that moment and then the pit of her stomach lurches as she remembers looking into those eyes, those strange and familiar eyes. She shakes her head a moment, again pushing back an emotional response to what happened to her. “The next thing I know Daniel said I was found in a park not far from here and what was going on from where I had come from wasn’t the same as here, something about coming out of the rift.” Making the decision to not tell Owen what Jack had said. The next person who would hear those lines from her lips would be Harkness himself and perhaps he could make sense of them. She chuckles to herself, still only half believing what she’s saying. ”Daniel patched me up, pumped me full of drugs, and I am not sure how long I’ve been in this cell at this point. So there you go.” The last bit directed at the camera, as her eyes sweep from Owen to it then back to Owen.

”Now your turn, why you talking to a Weavel like it’s your best girl Doctor Owen Harper?” she said accentuating his name in a coy manner, doing her best to cover up any lingering emotions with a bit of playfulness.

[Owen Harper]

Owen listened to Bailey's story and Owen did not believe what she said. Owen remember that Torchwood Three dealt with the plastic autons all ready in the past. It was two years ago about or was it three. London was heavy attack by the plastic soldiers that had shot plastic bullets stuff at the citizens. Owen was not going to tell her that Owen thought her story was bollocks. Bailey after all could be telling the truth because she could been a victim of a rift. The truth was he was more concern of Bailey's health.

"Janet is a subject of mine," Owen told her. "We go a long way," like time she tried to rip him open up in the cage. "Anyway we have a communication blockade and I think she finds uncomortable," he said smiling at Bailey.

Owen was keeping his uard up on Baileyand kept a personal block up. But he was able o still flirt. He held back because he was very concern of Bailey;s condition. Daniel could have a problem with Owen and Owen had a huge problem with Daniel. Owen would not dare to let that problem shine here.

Owen look at the Bailey over again. She could not possibly playing drugged up. It had seemed Daniel had done his best. Deep down Owen was going go against his best judgement. There was small problem, Owen had not security code togo in the cells.

"I will be back, dalin'," Owen said sweetly to her with a sweet smile. He had started to go. Two things could stop him. One if Bailey stops Owen or Daniel comes down before Owen goes up stairs.

There was a third option Owen could change his mind and he did. He turned around, he used his key and over ride security a secret he picked up. He walked in, moved to Bailey. He needed to check he blood pressure to see if she's at least normal. Keeping on hand on her wrists. Owen pulled out his small little torch he carried. It was a medical issue. He flashed it over her eyes to see her eyes not heavy diluted with the drugs. Owen believe Daniel did his best but Owen felt he couldnot let her be in this cell inthis condition. The compassion of his heart screamed to help her. He had too. It was his nature.

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Bailey watched Owen as he walked out of sight, expecting him to be reporting back to Jack or some such. She shuffled her butt onto the bed further and laid back, exhausted from all that talking. When she heard the cell unlock she stayed still, knowing that playing nice would get her out of this room faster than trying to knock out the poor guy and make a run for it. Besides…drugs were her friend right now.

As he placed his hands on her wrists she didn’t put up a fuss. She indicated with a movement of her head to her left side which was bandaged up at the shoulder. ”So medical Doctor, I was wondering. You don’t happen to go by The Doctor by any chance?” Still trying to deliver Jack’s message. Her pupils were reactive but sluggish, defiantly has a good buzz going on. Bailey’s eyes though, they were the exact copy of someone familiar to Owen.

Her blood pressure was much better than it had been a few days ago and she just lied back, trusting him to know what he was doing, he was part of Torchwood after all.

”Left shoulder is still a bit sore and there is some pain when I take to deep a breath. Daniel didn’t say how many bullets he removed…or if he removed any. Getting shot really hurts you know.” It still was a new concept to her, having never been shot before. Owen probably can sympathize.

[Owen Harper]

Listening to her chit chat, Owen quickly observed her skin. After he was done checking her blood pressure he watched her he colour return to her skin. Everything seemed to be fine, Bailey seem to know here surrounding.

Twirling the little torch between his fingers, Owen tucked the mini torch back in its little pocket. Owen looked at Bailey, sitting up, “No. I am not ‘the doctor’ just doctor Owen Harper the medical doctor.

“I am sure Daniel had removed every little bullet out of you,” Owen said. Owen believed Daniel had too. Owen will have to do a follow up, Daniel would not like that. Owen could hear Daniel now. Owen cared for one thing now was Bailey. Owen smiled, “If he didn’t than he made a mistake,” thinking to himself that Daniel will have to live with it.

“I can relate,” Owen said cringing and thinking the time when Ianto shot him the left shoulder. The git shot him. Ianto could have least shoot him dead and than there was the nightmares and dreams of Owen being shot by a man who he can’t remember. That was part of the nightmare he had about being shot dead and he sees a walking skeleton with black cloud. Owen had wondered if he was under an affects of a recon.

Blinking his eyes, Owen came back to the world of reality. Owen had wondered why Daniel had not put Bailey in a hospital under heavy guard. Owen does that when he believe he was unable to help someone.

Going back to Bailey, “You must be a good weapon specialist who never got shot and this your first time. Impressive, misses! And did you have a medic on your team? What your team had a medic and the medic got shot first?” Owen had always used that technique when he played those video games on the computers. He had always killed off the medical person or thing first. Or the cleric in the fantasy game, he had always killed the cleric and necromancy people.

Owen wanted to question about Torchwood One and her mission. Owen knew Bailey was out place. But he could not ask her. He needed to keep his distant. He was not sure what Bailey knows and Jack had wanted people to know what they should know. Owen was not going to add complications. Owen still kept his loyalty to Captain Jack Harkness.

“hmm,” Owen said, brushing his hands together. “You seem stable. No fluttering of the heart beat,” Owen said with a smirk. “Your blood pressure seems at the rate of normal. I will have to see what Daniel had reported. Is there anything I need to know? Swelling? Headaches, extra pain, numbness or anything you can need to tell me.” He was getting back up to his two feet, raising both eyes brows, “Seems Bailey, Daniel did what he was supposed to do.” Owen might consider too have Bailey be sent to a Hospital if Bailey needed treatment that Owen felt was something Torchwood could not handle. Daniel better not be on Owen’s back on that. Owen had never said he was the BEST Doctor. Owen felt he was good. He knew he was one of the best at Torchwood and still believed he was much better than Daniel but he had never really shoved that in Daniel’s face.

“You are able to eat somethin’,” Owen said offering. “Solids are okay. Care for pizza or Chinese?” Owen thought the menu for take out at Torchwood was so limited. “Oh there is Italian subs.”

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“You must be a good weapon specialist who never got shot and this your first time. Impressive, misses! And did you have a medic on your team? What your team had a medic and the medic got shot first?”

Bailey smirked at the thought of her “successes”, really not thinking that this was the time nor the place to explain proper assassination technique which was basically shoot from far away, but in this case mysterious was the better part of valor. ”No medic, saves on manpower.” Of course there was the whole sticky subject of medical ethics to consider, damn medic would probably question orders and want to consider other options. No, her team was better off without a medic around.

“Is there anything I need to know? Swelling? Headaches, extra pain, numbness or anything you can need to tell me.”

She shook her head in answer to all his questions.

”Just tired and afraid that if I got to my feet I’d fall on my arse. It’s too bad that we haven’t been able to take any device that would speed up the healing process.” You’d think that with all the alien tech that Torchwood had found that eventually they’d have come across a healing device. Of course it seems all the alien tech came with a price so it was probably best that they hadn’t found a device like that yet.

“You are able to eat somethin’,” Owen said offering. “Solids are okay. Care for pizza or Chinese?” Owen thought the menu for take out at Torchwood was so limited. “Oh there is Italian subs.”

Her stomach growled with intensity at the thought of food.
“Honestly anything would be great right now, I can’t remember the last time I ate.” It was almost a week since she ate anything solid. A pastry and a cup of coffee was her last meal. ”I wouldn’t say no to something to drink as well, I’m parched.” She pushed herself upright, wincing as she used muscles that connected to injured areas. ”You wouldn’t happen to know when Captain Harkness was going to come interrogate me would you? I really don’t enjoy my little room.”

[Owen Harper]

"Well, I am sure the Captain is watching this," Owen said opening the prison cell. The fact Owen was not sure Jack was watching. Owen knows for a fact that he will be in trouble because he was here. Daniel will make things worse and this will blow up.

Owen had stepped out of the cell, closing it behind him. "We like to be catioous here. I hope you do understand. You work for Torchwood and I hope your people follow in cautious steps," locking the door. "If you lay down and relax I am sure Captain Harkness come to interrogate you," Owen said nicely."I will get you tea. Do you like tea?"

After she told Owen what she wanted to drink. Owen raced up to the hub. Owen got what he needed, got what he needed to see and the beauty Daniel was not around to bug Owen. Owen did not need Danielto make things hard.

Owen came down the stairs carrying a tray of a hot drink that Bailey wanted and he had brought down hot plain pizza for her. Owen had pizza for himself. Owen did check on records on Bailey while he was upstairs.

Opening the door cell, Owen stepped in with her drink and pizza."I usually don't do room service but I can make an acception just for you. Don't go around that I did this for you.," Owen said cooly and charmingly to Bailey. Owen was flirting a bit but he decided to have fun with it. "Tell me how is London?" Owen had decided he could get a litttle information about asking outide questions. Who knows what he can get from her. There was not much he can get.

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Bailey nods to Owen at the mention of tea then does her best to crane her neck around to get a good look at his backside when he exits. What…she still was drugged up, yep that’s her excuse and she’s sticking to it. Besides it’s not like she could do anything about it in the present anyway.

Her eyes flick up toward the camera, examining it a moment before turning her eyes away. She lies back down and looks up at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of her surroundings, her eyes closing. Janet moving in her cage, water dripping from a pipe somewhere, a fan turning on to blow air to the underground area. Alone she lets the last few days’ process, a feeling of homesickness sweeping over her. She wanted her flat and her bed, not this dingy cell with a medical bed.

She fights back the urge to start yelling at the camera, cussing out Harkness for what he’s done to her. Part of her would rather be dead then stuck in this situation. She’s used to being alone but this is actual loneliness and she didn’t like it one bit.

She opens her eyes again looking to the camera, a flash of anger playing across them for a split second then she sighs. Trying to resign herself to what ever is to come of this place. She had questions, tons of them, but she knew that unless they didn’t see her as a threat none of them would get answered. She could be patient in some respects but she really hoped that this would get sorted faster, before she actually had enough strength to loos her cool.

[Owen Harper]

Owen stood there looking at Bailey. Owen was thinking how she would look without being wounded. She must be a looker. A shame she consider under arrest by Torchwood. Owen knows better not mess around. But, Bailey seemed had not noticed Owen had been back with tea and plain pizza on a tray. . Owen could see she was in deep thought. It might not be the effects of the drugs. It had to do with Captain Jack Harkness and the Doctor. Owen could ask but he won’t. Again he had respected Captain on the way he handle things.

Taking the stool from the corridor, Owen carried the tray in Bailey’s cell. Owen placed the tray on the stool. “Anyways here is your tea, and pizza “ Owen said slowly and stepping slowly out to the corridor, closing her cell door and locked it. Owen was going to make a comment to tell her not to be worry about Captain Harkness. She seemed on the edge to see him.

Moving to his clip board on the floor, Owen picked it up. He looked down at it and saw what the graphs said about Janet. Looking at Janet, Owen could see she was calmer. He could feel her calmer and things seem to be calm like water. Owen wrote down his observation. The Weevils must be resting themselves somewhere down below the sewers.

Owen caught Janet’s eyes, she looked at him and he was locked in her eyes. It was real alien to look in those eyes. There was a little communication in those alien eyes. Owen sensed being alone and lost. Slowly blinking his eyes, Owen realized he felt Janet was missing her fellow Weevils. Looking back at her alien eyes, Janet snarled at Owen as Owen felt a cold breeze running up his spine. Blinking his eyes, that was the feel of someone walking over your grave. That was the feeling Owen did not like. Janet moaned and moved to the opposite corner away from Owen, she was acting afraid of Owen. Owen really wanted to know why Janet was reacting that way. Owen so wanted to walk in the cage and see her reaction up close. But he didn’t. Well not today that is.

Remembering that Bailey was in her prison cell, Owen looked at her to see what she was doing.

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As Owen entered the room she had to resist the urge to takle Owen and wrestle the food away from him, snarling and stuff. The smell alone made her stomach jump in hunger, redoubling its effort to make itself heard grumbling.

She managed to give Owen a quick ”Thanks!” before reaching for the pizza and grabbing a slice. Even though she’s close to starving she slowly eats the first slice, making sure nothing will come up of it.

She then sipped at the tea and looked out through the glass at Owen, confused by the strange bond he had with this alien. He confused her, putting up this smug and self-assured front and then to be watching a creature like he cared for it. She figured he had issues but then again working for Torchwood simply gave people issues if they didn’t already have them prior to joining up. She defiantly had issues herself, the worst kind too, daddy issues. It’s a wonder she didn’t end up a stripper.

When Owen looked back to her she offered him a sly grin, feeling a little more energetic with the pizza and tea in her. Course she also had almost lowered her eyes to his arse again. ”Good pizza.” She said as she reached over and got herself another slice. ”I take it that they see a lot of business from here?” Not a huge leap for her to assume that, it was the same at her Torchwood. Pizza is a food that can be eaten easily on the run, eaten cold, and generally is the best type of food in this line of work.