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Post by Owen Harper on Sept 30, 2010 11:54:46 GMT -5
Owen lowered his gun. Owen can see shooting someone by accident. He tucked the hand gun back in the holster. He just did not need Daniel to tell him. Owen never liked orders. He will admit that. He never liked when Jack told him orders. But Owen had not problem telling someone what to do. But he respects other members of Torchwood but he does not have to like them. It was like how his mother was like to him. She said she doesn’t have to like him.
Owen looked at Jenny. “Okay. But stay on guard for more, Jenny,” he said to Jenny. Owen looked down at the fallen Weevils. “Sorry,” Owen said softly under his breath.
Owen pulled out a pair of latex gloves out of his faded blue jean’s pocket. He always had them on. He needed them. He had used them for playing around woman. He slid them on. He moved over to Daniel.
“You got something to bite on?” Owen asked. He had a small emergency medical kit on him. He leaned down next to Daniel. “I should be grateful that you took the bullet,” he said. “Thanks,” Owen meant it too.
Owen went to work. It was a procedure that Owen knew very well.
“There it is a beauty,” Owen said holding out the bloody bullet in his hand. “It was near a vital shot. Are you able to clot pulses?” Owen asked raising his eyebrows. “Now time to check your blood pressure.”
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Post by Daniel O'Neill on Sept 30, 2010 13:35:01 GMT -5
Daniel was thankful when Owen lowered his gun before putting it into the holster. A a part of him, wishing Jack was around to deal with all of this. He was just a simple medic who hadn't been with Torchwood with all that long. But he didn't want to deal with Owen anymore, it was clear that the man was just listening to him because it was all common sense and that any other orders he woudl give the other man would be pushed aside. Well the problem was done and over with which he was thankful for. Daniel just hoped nothing else would come up at this point, he was tired and ready to just have a cold juice before laying down trying to get some rest for once without the nightmares haunting him.
His eyes looked back at Jenny, knowing she wasn't a threat to him. "It was a mistake, the bullet bounced off something else. It wasn't like she was aimming at me. Or at least I hope so." He said, not speaking to anyone. At least Owen was prepared and had his own gloves and a med kit by the looks over it. Daniel had a medical backpack around here somewhere, he wasn't sure where though. His eyes closed, until he heard the question. His blue eyes looking up at Owen as he thought for a moment. "I don't.. just get it over with so I can clean up this mess." He didn't care about how much it would hurt. His mind too busy trying to figure out what had happened here and where all these weevils had come from.
Daniel never seen that many weevils in one place at one time before. He wondered if Owen had something to do with this and had used something to draw out the Weevils. His thoughts were broken when Owen spoke again. He looked over at the other man before looking down at the street. "Didn't plan to or know that I took it, it just hit me. Your welcome." He said quietly, closing his eyes again. At least the spinning had stopped and he wasn't feeling dizzy anymore. Though he wondered if they would have to feed one of those memory pills to Jenny to make her forget what happened her. There was a few in his pack for those moments that just happened like this one.
He let out a groan and bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood when Owen went to work on removing the bullet. It hurt like hell, adding to the pain he was already in. Hoping Jack could forgive him for messing up this badly. He just hoped no one would bring up what happened here and that the by the time he ran into Jack, that his wound would be healed. His eyes opened up and looked at the bullet. "I can count my pulse.. blood pressure is going to be low. Lost a good amount of blood." Points down to the blood on the street that had come from him.
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Post by Jenny on Sept 30, 2010 15:41:47 GMT -5
Jenny felt much better as the gun was lowered. She really, really, really, hated being shot. Being shot took all the fun out of everything. When Owen told her to stay on guard, that meant only one thing for her. She gave a sort of shrug and in what appeared to be almost one fluid motion she leaned over, scooped up her gun, spun around towards where the creatures had departed and scanned the surrounding area. Her senses were on full alert to any possible danger that may have been hiding within the shadows of the night. Switching the safety back off, she waited.
She liked the safety. Back on her home world, the world that she had been born, safeties were not something normally equipped with a weapon. ‘Probably because we never stopped firing them long enough to bother with one,’ she though bemused.
The voices behind her took on a vague quality, half hear, and only half listened to. She could sense something out there. Something that was reluctant to come closer. This was fine with her; she didn’t want any more bloodshed this night. She had caused enough of that herself. The bullet had gone through the creature like a hot knife through a squishy food ration.
There seemed to Jenny, that there was some unspoken tension between the men and it confused her slightly. They acted like disgruntled fighters who had lost their chain of command and were squabbling over the power vacuum that was left behind. She caught snatches of their conversation as she continued to guard the area. The creatures would not catch them unaware and they would not get a chance to cause these two any more problems.
A question did pop into her head however and she decided to give voice to it. “So, who are the creatures? Alien or are they a domestic problem?” She asked in almost childlike curiosity. She heard a painful groan behind her and felt a pang of remorse. ‘Should have been prepared for that, could have prevented that. Should have known that could happen,’ She thought, giving herself a mental and non-verbal tongue lashing.
“Their still out there,” she muttered, thinking that their current position was not very defendable. It was too out in the open. They could easily surround them and take them out if they have and true organizational or mental prowess for strategy.
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Post by Owen Harper on Sept 30, 2010 16:17:39 GMT -5
Weevils are slowly working back. They are sad because two fellow Weevils had died. They felt it. "Daniel can you move," Owen said looking around.
They will have to erase Jenny's memories. They will give her the pill soon. They tell her a story what she had seen. She wake up believing it. Owen wished they don't have to do it all the time. It would be nice to chat with someone about Torchwood. Owen wished he could share it with a mate. But he never had such relationship with a person. Working with Torchwood has that effect on people. Well, almost everyone, Gwen had Ryhs her soon to be husband. Lucky for Gwen, she has a husband to go too. But she could not tell him. But if the alien had not got into Katie, Owen would be happy and married. He wanted to have two daughters and two sons. He hated it. But he loved it. But he was Torchwood. He is owned for eternity! Everything he owes is Torchwood. He knows that for a fact. Every breath he breathes is theirs. Yes. That made him bitter. He hated it. He does not have a soul to call his. Torchwood owns it. He can be fired. He could been recon. They keep an eye on him. When he dies. He will be brought back to Torchwood and be kept in storage forever. God, that was one part he hated in his line of work.
"We need to get Daniel blood," Owen said offering help to the man. "Those are called Weevils. The Weevils been here for centuries. They fell through the rift. A rift is something that opens in a time and space thing. So, no. They are not domestic. They are sensitive to rifts. They got a low telepathic link to each other. The Weevils are sensitive to rifts and they got a low telepathic link to each other. They are like the borg in Star Trek. One mind for all. That's how they are. I think. They are mourning now," he said. Low sad growling can be heard from the shadows. "Hear them? They are one big unit."
Owen saw Daniel look at him. "Oh she be recon she forget all about this. So don't give that look. I hate that look. It's a Jack look. I hate that look."
Hopefully, Jenny listens to Owen because he explains all this while he was moving Daniel.
"Now gorgeous," Owen said to Jenny. "Who do you think you are? I mean, that's a nice piece you got. Who are you? Who do you work for?" Owen eyed her. "And you know the gun makes you sexy and hot."
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Post by Daniel O'Neill on Sept 30, 2010 16:36:31 GMT -5
A fighter wasn't something he was, he hated causing bloodshed and harm and he didn't even carry a real gun. Just a tranq gun, something that would knock a person out instead of killing or hurting them. It wasn't something Jack knew about yet or else things would have been different. Another thing was, he didn't trust people he didn't know. It was hard for him to let anyone get close to him, he just didn't like people get close to him. He was worried they would learn something about him that he didn't want them to know or him to know.
Then again, working in Torchwood you learned not to trust anything. Only to count on those there beside you. Gwen, Ianto and Jack were all the people he trusted and allowed to get close to him. Jack was really the only person he opened up to. "I can move... Everything has stop spinning around for the moment." He said quietly before sitting there listening to Owen explain everything to Jenny. He knew now there was no choice but to slip her some B67 better know as Retcon when she wasn't expecting it. Then explain to her what happened or to just let things be blank for the amount of time.
He really wasn't paying attention to what was being said, lost in his thoughts of what to do. Daniel stood up slowly and looked between everyone as he tried to figure it out. When he looked over at Owen and was told not to look at him like that, he smirked. "Guess I've spent too much time with Jack.. then again that orgy was rather fun. Hope he has another one." He said, joking around. Sure Daniel was drawn to Jack and thought he was a handsmoe man but that didn't mean he had slept with the man yet. There was a part of him that wanted to but he was nervous and wasn't sure he could do that with his boss.
"Okay Owen.. here is what we are going to do. You get Jenny here, some place safe and get her a nice drink." Hoping Owen would know that meant to slip her some Retcon and then deal with whatever it took to mop up the job. As for him, he was going to give himself a blood transfusion before checking up on Owen. "Don't question this, just do it. I'll distract the weevils until you are able to get some space between here and yourselves." Daniel brought a hand up, to hold his head for a moment with his eyes closed. Hoping they were doing as he said.
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Post by Jenny on Sept 30, 2010 17:28:27 GMT -5
The rift, there was that horrible anomaly again. It seemed to steal people and creatures away from where they belonged and tossed them where they were not wanted, needed, or accepted. It was also dangerous. She remembered the fear and the pain that her own abduction by the rift had caused and she felt sorry for the creatures. They were kindred spirits, they were… not so different. Just like the humans and the hath on Messaline.
“So, these creatures came through the rift… there from another world, maybe another time?” She asked, understanding and comprehending the situation more then she would like. She couldn’t help but to wonder why her father had not done anything about these poor creatures. Unless he did not know of their plight.
“Yes, blood… he will need…” she muttered lost in thought. Something nudged her subconscious. Something she didn’t like. It was the feeling of fear, sorry, and sadness and it was not her own. Donna had said that the Doctor was different. But she couldn’t help to wonder just how different and how much of that difference had been passed down to her.
She remembered the distant echo of his voice, ‘killing, it infects you.’ Is this what he meant, could he tap into that low telepathic state and catch glimpses of other creatures sufferings. It both horrified and intrigued her. That she could cause that much suffering. That she did cause that much suffering.
She was starting to truly understand the beliefs and ideals that her father held to firmly. “I’m Jenny,” she stated thoughtfully, “Work?” The phrase confused her a little bit. “I don’t work for anyone.” Another memory came to the surface; Time Lords, what are they for? They’re not for anything. “I’m…” Something Owen said made her stop and stare at him; unconsciously putting her hand to her own forehead. “I don’t feel hot.” She said with a puzzled look on her face.
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Post by Owen Harper on Sept 30, 2010 18:03:21 GMT -5
"Oh that is wrong," Owen said sarcastically. He stepped away from Daniel. "You know Jack is taken by Ianto," Owen told Daniel. Owen looked at Daniel's wound. "You do know as a doctor you are my patient and my responsibilty. You look, like you will be fine. But Daniel you are not going to distract the Weevils. Stay here and Jenny, come here." Owen waved Jenny over.
"Stay with Daniel and stay here you two," Owen said ordering Jenny. "And don't shoot to kill," he looked right at Jenny. Pointing his finger at Jenny. "We don't kill at Torchwood."
Owen left Jenny standing near Daniel. Owen gone over to the dead Weevil corpses. Look it is a Owen stupid move! He stood there. He waited for the Weevil's to come out and they came out of the shadows.
The Weevils moved slowly up near Owen. They bent down on their knees and lowered themself before them. "I think they see me as a lord or something?" he said looking at them. "I better not be their saviour. I am not going to be a jesus for them." That was
Owen being a jerk.
Owen took a step forward to the Weevils and the Weevils coward away from Owen in fear. The Weevils could not look at Owen. "So, Daniel you going to distract them? Jenny what do you think? It is a night for free opinions."
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Post by Jenny on Sept 30, 2010 20:06:58 GMT -5
She was feeling a growing sense of conscious and unhappiness with herself. Now that he had mentioned it, now that he had brought it to her attention she could almost hear it, feel it, and she was angry that her father had not warned her that it could happen this way. She wanted to keep her distance from them now and to close herself off from them.
She walked over and stood beside Daniel with a sort of dejected feeling of stupidity at her reckless and thoughtless actions. She wanted to do nothing more than to slip away into the night once more and lose herself in the pursuit of finding her father again, or Donna, or even Martha Jones.
She closed her eyes and fought against that vague and distance angst. She fought it until it faded and hoped that she would never again feel that sense of horror at herself again. She could not bring herself to even look at Daniel; she couldn’t bring herself to look at Owen or the creatures… weevils that she had damaged mentally and physically.
“Why don’t you just send them back through the rift?” She asked, wondering if it was possible for her to do the same.
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Post by Owen Harper on Sept 30, 2010 20:56:38 GMT -5
"We would like to Jenny," Owen said. "We don't know where they come from. These are the offsprings of the Weevils that had been here for years ago. What we know from records that Weevils came in this world in the fourth century in Byzantium. They live in the sewers. They usually stay hidden. They attack if they feel they are threatened. We believe there are hundreds of them under Cardiff in the sewers. They fall in Cardiff.
There are a few hundred over New York city. We don't know how many are in the world. To be honest, we know more what we knew the century before us. We still studying them. We did try to send some back. But Weevils don't like rifts," he said looking around him.
"They fear me. I can sense them. I am not sure why the fear me? I am nobody. I mean it," he said. "I don't understand it. I don't. They are sensitive to other things." Owen stop talking. He was scared. He stepped back. "What do you want?" he asked the Weevils. "What do you see?"
Sticking his hands in the back pocket, Owen stepped back to Daniel and Jenny was. The Weevils stayed. Owen closed his eyes. He imagined himself going to the sewers. Owen was imaging he was going back to the sewers. Owen moved his lips, 'go to sewers,' he said with lips only. In a Weevil's growl, he snarled at them in their language, "Go home," in Weevil. Owen blinked his eyes and he turned pale. "Woa," Owen said. "That was weird." But the Weevil's turned and gone to the sewers. He looked at Daniel, "Well they are gone."
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Post by Daniel O'Neill on Oct 2, 2010 11:12:28 GMT -5
Daniel smirked at Owen's comment about the Orgy and just shooks his head a little with a bit of wince. "Ianto went along with it and rather enjoyed himself. It was late and everything was done that needed to be done. You know how Jack is. When he wants something, he ends up having it." Daniel laughed a little. He was still surprised to know that his boss was drawn to him in that way and made the job a little strange a times but a part of him really liked it. Though Jack didn't know about what Daniel was or how his wounds tended to heal on his own. "I look fine because I am fine.. I lost some blood and the wound is stitched closed.. Stop worrying about me and worry about what needs to be done."
He surprised himself by that, that he had that in him. Usually, he was one to stand back and do the job not try and take the lead or order people around like that. It had to be the fear still running through him mixed with everything elsle. His blue eyes looked over at Jenny when Owen told her to stay here before he looked back at the other man wondering what idea he had now. "Well you might want to remind Jack of that rule." He said about the not killing at Torchwood, he had seen Jack and Aaron both take out aliens when they had no choice in the matter. Daniel moved his hand back down to his side as he stood there just waiting to see what happened.
When Owen got crowded by the Weevils, it was a offical to him the man was a idiot and had a death wish. A shake of his head was given as the other man started to talk about being a saviour or something. "Don't know why don't you go find where they live and give it a test." He said being smart as he bent over to pick up his tranq gun and his backpack. Before he could say much else, Jenny spoke up about the rift. His eyes looked back at her, waiting for Owen to finish up about not knowing where they came from. "Because, rule one. Never ever mess with the rift. Too much damage can be done by doing so and plus what Owen said."
Daniel took a deep breath as Owen stood there talking to the Weevils, he looked around surprised to see the Weevils leaving. "Yes they are gone besides the dead ones. I think this is your mess to mop up, so have fun with it. I have more important stuff to tend." He said, moving to turn away.
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Post by Jenny on Oct 2, 2010 12:14:18 GMT -5
The Rift, that thing that ripped her and her… borrowed ship from the dead weightlessness of deep space. It’s dangerous, it should not be messed with, and yet no one seemed to know that much about it. It was a portal, which she knew. It spanned time, space, and alternate realities. It could rip apart a ship and turn it to a heaping pile of refuse. It was a whirling vortex of terror to its passengers. THAT she could attest to personally.
But never mess with it? What if it messes with you first? What if your father was a Time Lord who seemed to mess with it each and every day? Do these human rules only apply to humans? Maybe that’s why dad gets into trouble so much. Because he doesn’t like following the rules or maybe he just has different rules. It was confusing and she couldn’t ask him until she found him again. And what about the suspicion that she had when she first crashed upon this planet? Is it possible that she inadvertently used the rift to bring her closer to finding the one person she needed more than any other?
I bet my dad could figure out where they came from, he seems to know everything. She looked between Owen and Daniel with an enigmatic look upon her face. There were so many unanswered questions about the rift, the vortex that her father used to travel through time and space. Where the vortex and the rift one and the same? Was the vortex more of a safe passage through the rift? Or was this rift just what it sounded like, a rip in time and space as oppose to the vortex that was a true doorway that her father’s blue box could travel?
She looked at Daniel, “I am sorry for shooting you,” she said with sincerity. It was a mistake that she was not planning on ever making again.
“So, the rift is a rip in time and space, and these creatures came through from some unknown dimensional origin? I would assume that no one has a high enough level of telepathic ability or you probably would have asked them where they were from by now. I suppose terraforming their own planet is probably not very likely either…” the last part sounding more of an internal reasoning then a actual question that was directed at anyone.
She couldn’t stay still any longer and she started to pace a little almost subconsciously. It was an action her father did a lot and it seemed to help him think, so why not me?
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Post by Owen Harper on Oct 2, 2010 16:04:50 GMT -5
"What it was out straight male orgy. I am glad I missed it. It explains ditch Owen," Owen said sarcastically to Daniel. Owen is and will not be interested in ALL male orgies thank you very much. "Okay, I remind Jack. 'Jack no more killing aliens'," he said mocking. "I should had said Torchwood kills in defence. My mistake." Owen hated to correct himself. Owen hated to admit he was defeated.
Placing his hands on the lower back, Owen watched Daniel walked off. "Arse bandit", Owen said and kicking an empty can. The can went flying in the air and hitting a wall. Owen was upset. Owen did not believe Daniel walked off on him.
Turning looking at Jenny, "Staying behind?" Owen asked. Rubbing his eyes, Owen decided to tell Jenny more. "Telepathic link, yes. From what I know and studying them they are like animals. They are not smart as monkeys," he leaned over to a dead Weevil. "I estimation dogs and pigs are smarter than a Weevil. So if we had someone who coulr read minds might not be able to communicate. Had you ever heard someone reading a cat's mind? What I have not figured how they work as a unit? I classify them with the wolves. They like to work together. They have a pack," Owen said looking around,
He grabbed a Weevil and dragged to a darker shadow. "Jack is going to go apeshit you know. When he finds Daniel left you with me. . .Oh babe I think you are beautiful but this is not a place for pick up lines." Owen looked away. "I am going to be straight with you. You seen to much and there is no way turning back. Why not play guard again and keep an eye out on the Weevils while I move the bodies. I will take you where Torchwood is and let Jack handle you."
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Post by Jenny on Oct 3, 2010 10:59:54 GMT -5
Jenny watched in remorse as Daniel walked away before turning towards Owen thinking that maybe she should leave as well. But she decided that she couldn’t just leave him with the mess, her mess. This was all her fault. If she would have listened to her father then none of this would have happened.
She gave Owen a tentative smile when he asked if she was staying behind. “Can’t leave you all alone to clean up the mess,” she said while wondering what a dog, pig, monkey, and cat were. But even in her confusion at the mention of unknown entities that where suppose to make up an explanation she nodded as if everything made perfect sense.
She decided that she had caused him enough grief and trouble and that the least she could do was to pretend that she had an idea of what he was talking about. Once again he asked her to keep guard in case of the weevils return and one again she turned and took a silent and vigil military stance again possible foes.
But she couldn’t help but to wonder what it was that he meant by seeing too much. What had she seen that was too much? She had seen aliens before; she was born to a world that had Hath as half of the planetary population. Which wasn’t saying much since there where only a handful of sentient beings living on that planet. A new world is what her father had called it.
She watched and waited as he moved the bodies out of sight and wondered what Torchwood was and who this Jack was and what exactly it was he needed to handle about her.
(End of thread I take it?)
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Post by Owen Harper on Oct 3, 2010 13:59:12 GMT -5
yea call it an end.
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