Headache before 9am [open to TW staff]

[jack]

With his elbows propped on the edge of his desk, Jack rubbed his temples as he went through the files for the day. If there was anything he hated, it was the paperwork. Ianto seemed to get off on it and all the filing but Jack couldn't stand it. He'd rather be out in the field doing actual work as opposed to doing something as menial as filling out the pages that said what aliens they'd encountered this week.

It was one aspect of the job Jack couldn't avoid no matter how he wanted to. While he'd been in Torchwood for around a hundred or so years, Jack knew this would not be the last place he worked. So, while he could rattle off any number of alien that had spent time in the cells or most of the artefacts that had come through the Rift -- there would be a time when Jack wouldn't be around to give out the information when it was needed.

Which meant paperwork.

Which also meant that Jack was going to have a headache before 9 am. Bloody fantastic.

Jack closed his eyes, silently wished Ianto would interrupt him with a cup of coffee and a snog. Or a snog. The cup of coffee would be brilliant too, mind, but the combination of the two would make the rest of the day a bit more bearable.

[eli]

i had this sadness creepin' like vines over me

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[/i]. The sound echoed through the hallways and passages of Torchwood, resonating in the deepest and darkest places, filling them up. “Son of a,” the voice that followed was not quite loud enough to echo, trailing off into a mumbled string of expletives, gruff and frustrated. The wrench, now halfway across the room, planted firmly on the floor, beneath the dent in the wall that it had created, seemed so innocent. Ford knew better. That wrench was evil, pure evil. Possessed by the devil, perhaps, or some malicious alien capable of inhabiting an inanimate object – either way, it was certainly no Earth wrench. How could it possibly be, when Ford, an expert tinkerer and usually quite handy with a wrench, couldn’t make it do exactly as he wanted?

Sinking back into the couch, Ford let out a long, noisy sigh, letting his dead arm fall to his side. Before realizing that the wrench was, in fact, being controlled by Satan, he had been attempting to repair said dead arm. Still, his efforts seemed fruitless; he couldn’t figure the damn thing out. It was made especially difficult by the fact that he had to use his left hand to do it when Ford was (of course, because when it rains it pours) a righty.

Letting his head loll back and his eyes droop shut, the ex-Time Agent tried to clear his mind. This business with his arm was far too frustrating. If he was going to fix it, he thought, 21st century evil wrenches and screwdrivers and things just didn’t cut it. What Ford needed were tools from his time, from the 52nd century. What Ford needed was to go home.

Home, just that word in his head – he couldn’t help but dwell on the thought of home. His wife’s warm smile, her pink lips and white teeth, her loving embrace, her small fingers tangling with his own, the way her hair falls over her face, the way she’d scowl at him sorely whenever he upset her – a look that only gave him more incentive upset her, just so he could revel in that adorable scowl.

And from his wife, his thoughts drifted to his son. Little Ty, with his messy, sandy hair and his father’s eyes, his mother’s smile, whom he assumed would not be so little upon his return, a thought that not only pulled at his heart strings but cut them off entirely. He thought of the way his son would say his name, call him ‘Daa’ despite being able to say ‘dad’. He thought of holding his son in his arms, giving him the beariest of all bear hugs.

Finally, he thought of his home, of his own bed, which he missed sorely, the comforter his wife picked out without asking, that atrocious thing – he missed that damn eyesore. He missed all the ugly stuff she had decorated their home with. He missed their lazy dog and mean old cat; he missed phone calls from his parents, visits from his sisters. He missed his life.

Beep. The computer vied loudly for Ford’s attention and, dragging himself out of his nostalgic daze, Ford heeded its call. At first, Ford took slow, lumbering steps, trying to leave his past behind with each step, hoping it would allow him to focus on the task at hand better. Still, as the computer specialist neared the computer, his pace sped up. Something seemed to be happening but, well, Ford wasn’t quite sure.

“What is,[/b]” he paused, taking a moment to click away at the keyboard, searching for answers. The computer seemed to be alerting him to rift activity but the activity itself seemed to be very, very miniscule. Activity that minute couldn’t possibly cause a problem, he told himself, recording it nonetheless. Just as quickly as the activity appeared, it disappeared. Letting out a soft sigh, Ford decided that the Captain should probably know – just in case. After all, he was new and he certainly didn’t want to mess anything up. Plus, he had a few more things to address with Jack.

Ford lifted his defunct right arm, stuffing the hand of it into the pocket of his jeans, and then began the short walk to Jack’s office. Still slightly nervous around his new boss, eager to please and impress, Ford felt himself uncharacteristically nervous to speak to his boss. Still, as he reached the office, he realized that he would, in fact, have to speak.

“Captain,[/b]” Ford beckoned quietly from outside the door, pushing down his nerves. He accompanied his greeting with a light knock on the edge of the door.
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[savage]

There were two things that Ianto loved to smell - coffee in progress, and pap- scratch that. There were three things that Ianto loved to smell. Coffee. Paper (especially the old stuff, that was very nice) and Jack. That man always had some sort of exotic scent that Ianto couldn't get enough of. Standing in front of the espresso and ectera machine, Ianto had his eyes closed. The combined smells of Jack and Coffee were the best, he decided quietly, watching the steaming liquid properly filling the blue and white striped mug that looked like it came out of an Ikea magazine.

He was about to place the mug carefully on the tray Yan heard a loud clang! from the other side of the Hub. Ianto jumped about two inches before looking over his shoulder with a scowl. Tosh… and then a bolt of agony hit him. Not Tosh, Desmond. He let out a shaky sigh, still not completely over the deaths of his teammates despite it having been quite a while since they had moved on. He still thought of it as Tosh's computer desk, and Owen's Medical bay. He let out another shaky sigh and steadied himself with a carefully blank facial expression before putting his own mug onto the try and lifting it with a grace that seemed strange.

Ianto headed towards Jack's office, catching a glimpse of Desmond. It was so strange, Ianto felt out of place here more than ever. After all, what was an average present day guy doing hanging out with altered humans and others from centuries he would never see? However, Ianto had to admit, Desmond was a looker, it always made Yan worried since Jack and he had come from such similar time eras -- and that was about all Ianto knew of Desmond, well… that he'd found out from Jack. There was a whole other section written in his file -- and who shelves the files? So of course Ianto had read it.

Not that a lot of it made any sort of sense.

Stopping infront of Jack's door, Ianto knocked twice with his knuckles before opening it and headed inside. He stopped for a heartbeat of a second and looked at Jack sitting over the parchments he needed to fill out. Ianto felt a little hotter just standing there. He let an easy smile transform his face, "Morning Jack," Ianto said, reaching over and placing the striped mug before him calmly. He opened his mouth to say something else when a familiar chime sounded from one of Tos-- Desmond's computers. He looked over, stepping to the side calmly. It was strange, but Ianto wanted to… keep their relationship a secret from the rest. Something only the original Torchwood knew. How long would that last?

He looked up form Jack as a soft knock on the door and Desmond's voice floated through. He looked at Jack quietly.

[ambrosia]

[OOC: Hope im not over-crowding the office ^_^ I figured we might as well complete the group thread...]

Helen was usually pretty sleep deprived. This morning was no exception. Usually the official starting time was 9am every morning. Yet 9 am for Dr Helen Beckett was 7 am on her watch. She had been apart of the Torchwood Cardiff team for nearly a month now, and she was ever grateful for the opportunity that it brang. It gave her a chance to use incredible alien technology to discover things she never knew she would. Now, she wasn't about to go wasting that opportunity. Helen was insanely dedicated to her job, and it that meant starting a few hours earlier than usual, then so be it. It was her chance to do her job well, and she would not miss that opportunity. Growing up in a strict home, it did came with the perks of always working hard. Not trying to please anyone in particular, but herself. She enjoyed her job, and yet she also understood the dangers that it brang. But the world of Torchwood mae her open her eyes more widely for what was truly out there.

She had spent the early hours of the morning analysing the sample of an alien blood found scattered around a crime scene. Orange and brown in color, it looked almost like a murkey muddish substance. Given, she had spent most of the day before hunting such a creature down. Yet she found her target injured and missing, and had fled into the outskirts of Cardiff, isolated from everyone else. So, she took a sample of the blood and spent the morning studying it in more detail. So far, she had found the blood contained traces of a metallic substance, which may help her to understand it's abilities and mechanisms much more before jumping into it's capture. She whizzed around her lab, fuelled on nothing else but four cups of British tea and her crazy state of mind. Given she had enough energy to get through the day.

That's good considering she's over one-hundred and fifty years old. But no-one else but Captain Jack Harkness new this. Well, they all had secrets. She was sure of it.

Adorned in her white lab coat, she heard the muffling of voices up in Jack's office, so she figured the other's were already on site ready for another long day. Helen could have couped herself all day in her lab if she really wanted to, but she couldn't be rude. She was going to greet them, formally like her parents taught her in the Victorian Era. Too bad they weren't around no longer to see the end result of their daughter. She knocked several times on Jack's door, and greeted them with a beaming smile as her collegues were all in the same room.

"Goodmorning. I see we are all ready for another long day?" Helen was known for her blunt sense of humor. It was her way of enlightening everyone else, yet she couldn't help it if it sounded rude. After all, she was the only one not fuelled by Ianto's famous coffee. Much to her dislike.

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[jack]

As if on cue, Ianto entered the office holding out a cup of coffee. Licking his lips, Jack held out his hands for the steaming brew. As always, Ianto knew exactly what he wanted and was there just in time to provide it. He sighed to himself, taking the cup from him and took a long sip from the blue and white cup.

"Bloody hell. I swear you put something in the coffee," he muttered under his breath. Jack was about to reach out, draw Ianto in and kiss his lover good morning when he heard the crash from down below. Jack winced, his hand falling away from where it nearly rested on Ianto's hip. So much for that. Jack had no issue with their 'relationship', but Ianto seemed to want to keep it quiet so Jack followed his lead.

He wasn't sure how he felt about the new team members. Jack knew they needed to have others around, he knew that. The team was stretched thin as it was and they all needed the extra help. But still... it was hard for Jack to select teammates knowing most of them wouldn't live to see thirty. Desmond... was an interesting case. He wanted the man close if only to keep an eye on the Time Agent. What had happened in the interim wasn't Jack's concern. The man had been trained as a Time Agent and Jack would rather have him where he could see him. Helen was another interesting case. Jack, unfortunately, didn't have time to think about her when there was a knock at his door.

"Right then," Jack said under his breath, feeling that headache beginning to blossom behind his eyes. He glanced up at Ianto, giving him a tight-lipped smile. "Seems like this is turning into a four cup sort of day, eh?"

He drew his attention away from Ianto and to the door. "Enter," Jack barked. He wasn't annoyed at Desmond, but his head just plain ached.

And... here came Helen.

Jack flung his boots up on the desk, crossing one ankle over the other and looked at Helen over the rim of his mug with a raised eyebrow. "My day began at four," Jack said dryly. Long doesn't even begin to cover it." He turned his attention back to Desmond. "What was that crash I heard earlier?"

[Arwen Llywelyn]

I‘m over it
You see I‘m falling in the vast abyss
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Arwen was having another nightmare. They seem to be more frequent these days, and it was always of her mother. She will never forget the image of her mother’s death out of her mind. She had worked late, so late that it was morning before she knew it. The sun was up, and she didn’t feel like going home for an hour to take a quick nap. So thus she was crashing in one of the autopsy drawers in the medical lab. She was sleeping for a few hours, listening without knowing to Helen work outside, when a loud clang work her up. She sighed and knew that it was time to get up and return to work.

She waited until Helen left to who knows where, before exiting her makeshift bed. She quietly opened the door at her head, and effortlessly climbed out. She got to her feet without a sound, and listened to the others that were there already. She didn’t take long to figure out that they where all in Jack’s office. She sighed, and then walked over to the refrigerator that contained her ’food’ and grabbed a few bags. She then walked out like nothing is out of the ordinary to where Ianto keeps everyone’s cups. The snatched hers off the shelve and opened a bag before pouring it into her cup. She then stuck it in the microwave and heated it up. Once she had a steaming cup of hot blood in her hands, she then headed for Jack’s office.

When she arrived, Arwen noticed that the others have already gotten there before. She looked at each of them, and nodded her usual greeting and took up her usual spot in the room. Which was in the background and off to the side. She then took a sip of her drink, and smiled warmly. ”I guess I‘m bringing up the rear as usual.” She finally said with another much needed sip from her mug.

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Clouded by memories of the past
At least, I see

TIME :: Morning
TAG :: Torchwood Three Team
WORDS :: 329
NOTES :: Now the team is complete!
STATUS :: Done
CREDIT :: ARWEN!!

[eli]

Ford cautiously entered Jack’s office, having never stepped foot in the head honcho’s batcave before. He surveyed the room rather quickly, taking in this and that, before focusing his attention on more important things. He made short eye contact with Ianto, giving him a nod in greeting. Just as he was about to speak up about the rift activity, Helen entered. He murmured a quick “morning” to her, mostly just to be polite, though he hoped she wouldn’t catch on to that.

Ford still wasn’t quite sure how he fit in on this team – he knew virtually nothing about the people he was working with but suspected they knew at least something about him. He wanted to be liked by them, of course. And, although he wanted to get to know them better, the thought of making friends with them seemed scary – he didn’t want 21st century friends, he just wanted acquaintances that could, perhaps, help him back to his own time – to the friends he already had.

He felt strange as the computer specialist – a job title that also came with enormous shoes to fill. While Ford had always been quite skilled with machines and things, he paled in comparison to his predecessor – he only hoped that sort of thing wouldn’t get him fired or hated by all. Toshiko Sato was a master – or so he had heard – whereas Ford was a layman, a kid with a knack, handy on the subject but certainly not a master.

When Arwen entered, Ford’s focus immediately shifted to her. He didn’t know much about her – but he did know enough to me intimidated. Ford, having such a long history of being rubbish when it comes to interacting with strong women, could only worry about the future issues the two of them would have. Deciding that nipping it in the bud was best, Ford tried to keep things short around her, keep them simple. “At least they’re all nice rears, right? ” Ford joked, giving his own rear an appreciative pat. “Could be worse. ” With that, Ford sent a one of his good-hearted, crooked smiles Arwen’s way.

When Jack asked about the clank, Ford immediately averted his eyes to the ground, his cheeks flushing a very light pink. He had been in such a rage-trance; he had almost forgotten that there were other people in the building that he may be disrupting – now that most everyone in the office probably knew, he felt slightly embarrassed. Was he going to be water-cooled fodder? Did they even have a water-cooled? Figuring that telling his boss that he, in a fit of rage, dented their wall with a wrench was a bad, bad idea. “Yeah, I’m, you know, I’m really sorry. I just dropped something. Left hand, just ain’t as good as the right used to be, you know, ” Ford explained, shrugging it off. “Still getting used to things. ”

“Anyway, ” Ford continued, taking on a much more serious posture and tone. “There’s been some rift activity – miniscule stuff, really, I doubt anything big and bad could slip through. ” He explained, happy to be changing the subject from his angry incident with the evil wrench.

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[savage]

Ianto couldn't help but smile as Jack reached for the mug of coffee - for a second Yan was tempted to waved it back and forth, but it looked like Jack had the beginnings of a headache. Best not then, might regret it later. He turned to one of the cabinets in the office to pull out a bottle of (XYZ, whatever headache meeds Jack uses. x) ) when Jack muttered. Ianto grinned, "Secret." He teased softly before looking at Jack, Ianto smiled more when he noticed the look in Jack's eyes. However, that dratted knock at the door prevented Ianto from having that dream come true. None the less, he felt the warmth of Jack's hand on his hip and had to fight to keep a straight face. He looked down at Jack when he gave Ianto that smile, "Quite." Ianto said in return just before Jack addressed his team.

Ianto raised his mug to the other two, he hadn't made theirs yet -- heck, he wasn't even sure if they wanted anything or what they liked. Ianto had an inkling that Helen was a fan of tea, but coffee made his way always seemed to be a plus. Desmond on the other hand was more of a challenge, and a mystery. Truth be told, Ianto was wary of him (and not just because he was good looking). There was something strange about the man that put Ianto off his game. None the less, he smiled at them calmly. Then he froze with a stiff back as Arwen walked into the room. What the others lacked, Arwen made up for. She literally made the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight up. Mostly it was the smelled of cooked blood that she brought into the room with her and … hang on, was that one of his mugs? Of course, it was Arwens (but Ianto tended to think of anything in the cupboard as his), and it was MEANT to have coffee in it. Not blood.

An image flashed in Ianto's mind -- metallic scented blood and BBQ sauce. His knees went weak for a moment before he recovered. A horrible metal scream sounded in his mind as he closed them. He missed out on her comment as the noise echoed in his mind. He took a sip of his own coffee and found that it tasted cold and stale. He set it back down despite it's welcoming steam wafting in the air. He looked at Desmond, confused as to where that train of thought had come from, before he smiled in knowing. It had sounded like a wrench. Iantto had had several problems with wrenches in the Hub. And it was only in the Hub that they seemed to malfunction. He gave a wry smile that turned into stone when Desmond mentioned a small rift signal. Yan looked to Jack. In his hand he still held the bottle of capsules that might help with the headache he thought Jack might be feeling.

[ambrosia]

A wave on uneasiness washed over Dr Beckett. It was a strange thing to be working with people. Better yet - People who were professional in their area of expertise, and knew how to tackle the paranormal forces that creeped through the Rift on a weekly, even daily basis. After being extremely isolated for the past century, it has finally dawned on her that she had people to rely on. Her collegues knew the dangers of this job, and for one, Helen was not completely alone. But having been ­chasing aliens for decades alone had the tables completely turned. Now she was among other people. Three, four including herself, were out of their own time. Two were just along for the ride. Torchwood was her new home now, and she would continue her life's work here. But still. She has been here for about a month, and really, she did not know a great deal about her collegues, except the shoes she was to fill in the medical department.

Ianto Jones was a nice, softly-spoken man. Helen seemed to adore him, somewhat. Although they never really had a chance to talk, she could tell he was someone she'd come to appreciate. Gwen Cooper one the other hand, was a genuinly kind-hearted, yet fiery soul, whom Helen had to admire. The woman was tolerant, and open-minded, much like herself. Arwen Llywelyn was a strange one. A vampiric-like female who was extremely skilled with a tough exterior, but given how quiet she seemed, she could hardly say she'd get along that well with her. She is nonetheless fascinating to Helen. Desmond Ford was a new recruit, much like herself. She could tell by his mannerisms that he tried his best to impress. And with his skills, he certainly did. This man, was out of his time, and she could also tell he struggled with that at times. But like herself, he had his own shoes to fill as the technical genius. And Captain Jack Harkess? She intruged him more. Much more out of his time than either of them, she could tell the man was too lost in his own thoughts. But, he was much too mysterious no matter what the files said about him. But he held a deep secret. A burden, that she figured not all of them new. What was the reason he has lived for so long, but never aging? The story behind it all, was a mystery. A secret. She was baffled as to why she didn't encounter him at some point in her long life-time. But all in all, really...she knew nothing vital of the team.

She wriggled her nose. The scent of coffee was wafting throughout the room. Its strong smell was unnerving. Intoxicating. Why do people find that brown sludge so addicting? It's like taking up smoking. On the subject of drinking....was that blood in Arwen's cup? Helen's lips tugged into a small smile. Things just got more curious with the woman. She loved it. Always something new to learn with her, that not even her own blood can analyse. She glanced at Desmond, who began to explain the crash downstairs. She hadn't heard a thing, since she was too busy making an anti-virus concoction. She grinned at the man's reply to Arwen's 'rear' comment, then turned to Jack, "I spent the morning so far analysing the bood of the alien we caught yesterday. Its blood composition is fascinating. All of it is already on record." She pushed a bit of wayward hair from her face, which had been bothering her all morning.

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[jack]

With Arwen's sudden arrival, they were all (mostly) in attendance. Jack wrinkled his nose at the scent of blood as it wafted over to him. He didn't mind that Arwen had to have her own special "brew" as it was, but Jack could see that bit of a tick in Ianto's jaw. Oh how he adored his lover's need for absolute cleanliness -- not to mention the near obsessive way he took care of the cutlery and dishware in the Hub. And while it may have been Arwen's own cup, Jack knew Ianto was bristling.

Conversations for later -- and the feathers he knew he'd have to unruffle.

Jack soon turned his attention away from Arwen and her mug o'blood and moved back to Desmond. He nodded at Desmond's excuse where the had was concerned. In the back of his mind, he made a mental note to take a look at the technology that had been used to fashion the original limb. While it may be a science that was beyond Helen, maybe they'd be able to come up with something that would actually work for the poor blook. Worst case scenario, they could set about getting him a current day prosthetic. Jack hadn't done too much by way of investigating how the arm was attached. It was enough to know where the arm had come from and that it was attached to a Time Agent.

"Don't doubt," Jack said, looking straight at Desmond. "Know for sure. Biggest mistakes come when we think nothing bad is coming through and next thing you know, it's a line of coffins and zombies roaming the streets." Jack shuddered. He still had nightmares from both of those occurrences. Well, he'd have nightmares if he slept]/i] so that would make these... daymares? Napmares?

Leaning over, Jack plucked the bottle of pills from Ianto's hand (letting his fingers linger for a moment) before popping the pills. Hopefully that would help, but Jack had a feeling he was in for a massive headache today.

He turned to Helen, smiling as she spoke. She seemed to be fitting in quite well as it was, and Jack was glad to have a replacement Doctor on the team. They really needed one.

"Well...?" Jack asked, lifting an eyebrow. "What's so fascinating about this blood?"

[Arwen Llywelyn]

I‘m over it
You see I‘m falling in the vast abyss
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Arwen continued to drink from her 98.6°F cup of joe. She quietly giggled to herself thinking that the person who donated their blood for this actually might be named Joe. She considered it to be her personal own inside joke. She then quickly went back to her old, serious self and looked around the room to see if anyone had noticed her lapse into insanity. Thankfully, no one had. She quickly took another sip from her cup to hide the grin that threaten to expose her state of emotion at the moment. Her eyes then took a slower look around the room, out of habit of course. Her eyes first landed on Ianto, and immediately noticed that the cute office boy seemed rather irate at her. She knew that he hated her touching anything in the cupboard, even though she was using HER cup. She ignored him, knowing that Jack would smooth things over with him later. She had tried to explain to Ianto her needs plenty of times before, but it never did take with him.

Her eyes shifted to Ford when he commented that she had a nice view of them all, and smacked his own rear when he added that it could be worse. She gave him one of her best, Do I look like I‘m joking stare. It had always caused her targets to squirm in their shoes when they attempted to joke their way out of the situation and trick her into letting them go. Of course she was trained by the best, and she almost gave into their request one time… It was a cute looking male humanoid, and of course was able to make their opponents of a lesser species to bend to their will with a combination of evolved human pheromones and telepathy that allows them to make someone bend to their will, however she was no ordinary human. Her vampire side had kicked in when it realized that she was being forced to do something that she knew she could not do, and neutralized the alien‘s effect on her. She quickly came out of that memory as her attention shifted once again to someone else.

Arwen looked at Helen, and took yet another sip from her cup. She knew that Helen found her fascinating, and hoped that the other woman knew better than ask her to be a guiena pig. She had already went down that route, and her experience told her that it was nothing but pain and loneliness. Even when she was only studied, it was the same. Granted, she did learn a lot from that time but she still did not want to re-experience it…ever. She sure did not want to know what her threshold would be before she snapped and went all homicidal across the place. She had no problem with the doctor, but as long as the woman did not attempt to study her then she was fine with her.

She put Helen out of her mind as her glaze turned to Jack. She noticed her boss had wrinkled his nose at the smell of blood coming from her cup. If it weren‘t for that man, she would still be in Brutetown drunk and causing fights in the local pub. One would say that she owed her life to him. With Torchwood One‘s downfall, she didn‘t have a purpose only freedom. Now she had both, but the way she was treated by them would take a long, long time to get over. She was still suspicious of those she worked with, but she wouldn‘t tell them that. She also knew that when Jack took her on, he knew what she was and what she needed in addition to what she was able to do. She also knew that if Torchwood London were still around, she would still be locked up and poked and prodded by their medical and research team. Here, she did not have that worry…yet. Then Helen mentioned studying a blood sample from an alien that was locked up downstairs, and that brought her back to the present. She was trying to think of which alien they were talking about as she had caught and locked up three of them herself. She waited until Jack asked his question before adding her own. ”Which alien?” She wasn‘t adverse in extraterrestrial species like Jack was, so she wanted to know which alien they were talking about so that she may create a mental file on it for future reference.

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Clouded by memories of the past
At least, I see

TIME :: Morning
TAG :: Torchwood Three Team
WORDS :: 753
NOTES :: Jack has his vault, Arwen has her own filing cabinet!
STATUS :: Done
CREDIT :: ARWEN!!

[eli]

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He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He wouldn’t have been so worried if he had use of both arms, of course – though, even with both arms, he doubted he could take Arwen in a fight. He could definitely see why she might be a good bodyguard – a great bodyguard, even. Note to self, Ford thought, no jokes around Arwen.

Drawing his attention away from intimidating Arwen, he looked to Helen. Ford had always been fascinated by aliens. Though they were common in his time, he rarely saw them until he was late into his teens. His grandfather and father both thought of them as impure, disgusting, an amalgamation of all things evil. Ford, of course, didn’t agree. As soon as he was out on his own in the world he immediately tried to find out more about them – even gaining a few alien friends. Now, being in this strange era where aliens and humans didn’t cohabitate, Ford found himself fascinated by the way they interacted.
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