Fic: The Lady in Green 2/?
Title: The Lady in Green
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Team, OFC
Rating: PG
Betas: emyrldlady and luvinthe88and20
Spoilers:Through From Out of The Rain, TW 2.10
Disclaimers: I do not own Torchwood or the characters therein, they belong to the BBC and RTD. Any original characters and places are my property.
Summary: Owen thinks he is taking care of The lAdy, but she has some surprises for the team.
Author's Note: This was inspired by being in the middle of an area I am not from and how safe you feel, but also how alone. The Lady? Don't we all wish we had a little magic in our lives?
Chapter 1
The Lady in Green - Chapter 2
Owen sat down on the stool next to the stretcher, a clipboard in his hand. He couldn't help but watch the woman as she lay, unconscious, in the autopsy bay back at the Hub. Until they got back, he had barely looked at her. Sure he checked her over for any physical injuries, but his main concern was keeping her safe. Now he saw how beautiful she was. She was not as young as those wanna-be teen models, she had some years on her - but she was striking. Her red hair framed her face in little wisps, like angel wings.
Her dress, her dress was quite different. She had a long green skirt that covered her legs down to the ankles. Feet covered in boots, the style his Gram used to wear. His eyes wandered up her gown, along the embroidery on her sleeves, all dark green, showing off her hair and porcelain skin. That cut of the gown and the sheer undercloth really showed off her gorgeous-
Startled by Gwen on the landing above him, he shot her a glare as she clapped her hands. Owen tossed the clipboard onto a nearby instrument cart and walked across the small room away from Gwen.
"Well, now that I got your attention, are you finished ogling your damsel in distress?" Gwen walked down the steps, towards the woman.
"I was not ogling her."
"Right. You didn’t hear me when I called. I guess you were deciphering her name from her chest? It was obvious, you were blatantly staring at it," Gwen said as she, too, began to look at the woman's chest.
"And just what the bloody hell are you doing then?"
Gwen turned away, a small blush on her face. "Well, when they look like that, it's hard not to notice. I wonder what it must be like, dressing so fancy every day. Getting all trussed up for the wedding was bad enough."
The heart monitor began to beep as the mystery woman's rate shot up. Owen pushed Gwen to the side and grabbed a stethoscope, putting it on and holding it to the woman's chest. Taking her hand, he looked to the monitor and then to the woman as she sat up, struggling to breathe.
"It's okay, just breathe. You're safe," Owen said in a soothing voice.
"What's going on?" Jack asked, leaning down over the railing into the autopsy bay.
Owen saw Ianto come up beside Jack. He began to rub the woman's back, helping her to calm down. Supporting her back he slowly laid her back against the sheet on the stretcher, and found himself being drawn in by her green eyes.
"I thank thee," she said softly. "They are gone? The Night Shades?"
"Those wraiths? Yes, they are gone," Jack said as he walked down a couple of steps. "Can you tell us why they were after you?"
"I am a Healer. They did not agree with what I was doing," she replied, her eyes shifting to Jack.
"And that is?"
"To protect the people. They feed on the souls of the living, but the truly living are too strong and will fight them." Her voice was soft, and melodic, definitely not of modern times. "So they prey on the dying. I heal the dying, and if I cannot, it is my duty to see that they cross to the next world. The Night Shades do not like this, and so they attacked me. Normally there are no more than three when they come for the departing."
"But this was an entire swarm," Ianto stated.
The woman's eyes took in Ianto and then she turned back to Jack. "They came to stop me. There were too many of them. I used magic to get away, and they followed. After using such powerful magic, I was weakened, so they tried to take my soul." She sat up and looked at Jack. "It was you that saved me?"
"No," Jack said and inclined his head towards Owen.
"Good thing I have no soul to worry about," Owen muttered as he turned the heart monitor onto silent.
The woman took his hand and pulled him close to her. She trailed her hand up his arm and across his chest. Putting both hands on either side of his face, she drew him near and looked into his dark eyes. He could see light and hope in her eyes. She smiled weakly.
"Oh no, you have a beautiful soul. Only something as foul and evil as the Night Shades can steal that. Not even Death has that power." She leaned back and took his hands, warming them up with her touch. "It was the rank stench of Death that polluted their ways of finding it. Death is their foe, but not their Master."
Owen did not know what to say, and just stepped back, taking his warm hands from her. He could not look any of his teammates in the eye. He picked up the clipboard and pretended to make a notation.
"You say they followed you, from where?"
"From here. Glamorganshire."
"Cardiff today," Ianto stated to the others.
"What was the year?" Jack asked, coming down a couple of more steps.
"1481, the year of Their Lord." The woman began to play with a pewter bracelet she wore, interspersed with moonstones.
Owen nearly rolled his eyes over the fact that he recognized it as moonstone. If it hadn’t been for that freaky Wiccan he knew before he met Katie, he would not know that, or all that Tantric Sex mumbo jumbo. Owen shook the thoughts from his head. Now was not the time.
"These things followed you and now they are loose in the city and they feed on the dying," Jack restated, looking to Owen.
Owen sighed. "On it," he replied, picking up a PDA from the desk. He pulled the basic alert for the hospitals from Torchwood, alerting them to the possibility of endangerment to those in ICU and surgery.
Jack took one last look at the woman and then took off up the stairs. Owen then handed the PDA to Gwen.
"Be a dear and take this up to Tosh," Owen said, giving her a smile.
Before Gwen could reply, Owen gave her a pat on the back and nearly shoved her up the stairs. Ianto entered autopsy and came down with a cup of tea. Owen moved aside.
"Thought you could use this," Ianto said as he handed her the cup.
"I thank thee," she said and took a small sip.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Seren," she replied. She stiffened as if she could feel Jack come back into the room, as he perched above her. To Ianto she asked, "What is your name sir?"
"Ianto," he said.
"A gift from a god," she replied, smiling and looked up at Jack. Jack stepped back, staring at Ianto. She then turned back to Ianto, and looked him in the eye. He seemed transfixed and after a moment pulled back with a start. "I can share my secret with you," she said. "If something should happen to me, you must keep this safe."
Seren closed her eyes, concentrating. Raising up her left hand, she held it close to her throat and ran her fingers over the bloodstone pendant that hung on a simple black cord. The others watched in amazement as it transfigured into a stunning necklace. Inlaid gold, with runes etched into it, and in the middle, nestled against her bosom, was a rather large, rough-cut emerald.
“If need be, you will know how to use it,” Seren said, looking only at Ianto. “The magic is within you.”
Chapter 3
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Team, OFC
Rating: PG
Betas: emyrldlady and luvinthe88and20
Spoilers:Through From Out of The Rain, TW 2.10
Disclaimers: I do not own Torchwood or the characters therein, they belong to the BBC and RTD. Any original characters and places are my property.
Summary: Owen thinks he is taking care of The lAdy, but she has some surprises for the team.
Author's Note: This was inspired by being in the middle of an area I am not from and how safe you feel, but also how alone. The Lady? Don't we all wish we had a little magic in our lives?
Chapter 1
The Lady in Green - Chapter 2
Owen sat down on the stool next to the stretcher, a clipboard in his hand. He couldn't help but watch the woman as she lay, unconscious, in the autopsy bay back at the Hub. Until they got back, he had barely looked at her. Sure he checked her over for any physical injuries, but his main concern was keeping her safe. Now he saw how beautiful she was. She was not as young as those wanna-be teen models, she had some years on her - but she was striking. Her red hair framed her face in little wisps, like angel wings.
Her dress, her dress was quite different. She had a long green skirt that covered her legs down to the ankles. Feet covered in boots, the style his Gram used to wear. His eyes wandered up her gown, along the embroidery on her sleeves, all dark green, showing off her hair and porcelain skin. That cut of the gown and the sheer undercloth really showed off her gorgeous-
Startled by Gwen on the landing above him, he shot her a glare as she clapped her hands. Owen tossed the clipboard onto a nearby instrument cart and walked across the small room away from Gwen.
"Well, now that I got your attention, are you finished ogling your damsel in distress?" Gwen walked down the steps, towards the woman.
"I was not ogling her."
"Right. You didn’t hear me when I called. I guess you were deciphering her name from her chest? It was obvious, you were blatantly staring at it," Gwen said as she, too, began to look at the woman's chest.
"And just what the bloody hell are you doing then?"
Gwen turned away, a small blush on her face. "Well, when they look like that, it's hard not to notice. I wonder what it must be like, dressing so fancy every day. Getting all trussed up for the wedding was bad enough."
The heart monitor began to beep as the mystery woman's rate shot up. Owen pushed Gwen to the side and grabbed a stethoscope, putting it on and holding it to the woman's chest. Taking her hand, he looked to the monitor and then to the woman as she sat up, struggling to breathe.
"It's okay, just breathe. You're safe," Owen said in a soothing voice.
"What's going on?" Jack asked, leaning down over the railing into the autopsy bay.
Owen saw Ianto come up beside Jack. He began to rub the woman's back, helping her to calm down. Supporting her back he slowly laid her back against the sheet on the stretcher, and found himself being drawn in by her green eyes.
"I thank thee," she said softly. "They are gone? The Night Shades?"
"Those wraiths? Yes, they are gone," Jack said as he walked down a couple of steps. "Can you tell us why they were after you?"
"I am a Healer. They did not agree with what I was doing," she replied, her eyes shifting to Jack.
"And that is?"
"To protect the people. They feed on the souls of the living, but the truly living are too strong and will fight them." Her voice was soft, and melodic, definitely not of modern times. "So they prey on the dying. I heal the dying, and if I cannot, it is my duty to see that they cross to the next world. The Night Shades do not like this, and so they attacked me. Normally there are no more than three when they come for the departing."
"But this was an entire swarm," Ianto stated.
The woman's eyes took in Ianto and then she turned back to Jack. "They came to stop me. There were too many of them. I used magic to get away, and they followed. After using such powerful magic, I was weakened, so they tried to take my soul." She sat up and looked at Jack. "It was you that saved me?"
"No," Jack said and inclined his head towards Owen.
"Good thing I have no soul to worry about," Owen muttered as he turned the heart monitor onto silent.
The woman took his hand and pulled him close to her. She trailed her hand up his arm and across his chest. Putting both hands on either side of his face, she drew him near and looked into his dark eyes. He could see light and hope in her eyes. She smiled weakly.
"Oh no, you have a beautiful soul. Only something as foul and evil as the Night Shades can steal that. Not even Death has that power." She leaned back and took his hands, warming them up with her touch. "It was the rank stench of Death that polluted their ways of finding it. Death is their foe, but not their Master."
Owen did not know what to say, and just stepped back, taking his warm hands from her. He could not look any of his teammates in the eye. He picked up the clipboard and pretended to make a notation.
"You say they followed you, from where?"
"From here. Glamorganshire."
"Cardiff today," Ianto stated to the others.
"What was the year?" Jack asked, coming down a couple of more steps.
"1481, the year of Their Lord." The woman began to play with a pewter bracelet she wore, interspersed with moonstones.
Owen nearly rolled his eyes over the fact that he recognized it as moonstone. If it hadn’t been for that freaky Wiccan he knew before he met Katie, he would not know that, or all that Tantric Sex mumbo jumbo. Owen shook the thoughts from his head. Now was not the time.
"These things followed you and now they are loose in the city and they feed on the dying," Jack restated, looking to Owen.
Owen sighed. "On it," he replied, picking up a PDA from the desk. He pulled the basic alert for the hospitals from Torchwood, alerting them to the possibility of endangerment to those in ICU and surgery.
Jack took one last look at the woman and then took off up the stairs. Owen then handed the PDA to Gwen.
"Be a dear and take this up to Tosh," Owen said, giving her a smile.
Before Gwen could reply, Owen gave her a pat on the back and nearly shoved her up the stairs. Ianto entered autopsy and came down with a cup of tea. Owen moved aside.
"Thought you could use this," Ianto said as he handed her the cup.
"I thank thee," she said and took a small sip.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Seren," she replied. She stiffened as if she could feel Jack come back into the room, as he perched above her. To Ianto she asked, "What is your name sir?"
"Ianto," he said.
"A gift from a god," she replied, smiling and looked up at Jack. Jack stepped back, staring at Ianto. She then turned back to Ianto, and looked him in the eye. He seemed transfixed and after a moment pulled back with a start. "I can share my secret with you," she said. "If something should happen to me, you must keep this safe."
Seren closed her eyes, concentrating. Raising up her left hand, she held it close to her throat and ran her fingers over the bloodstone pendant that hung on a simple black cord. The others watched in amazement as it transfigured into a stunning necklace. Inlaid gold, with runes etched into it, and in the middle, nestled against her bosom, was a rather large, rough-cut emerald.
“If need be, you will know how to use it,” Seren said, looking only at Ianto. “The magic is within you.”
Chapter 3