Fic: Gone Astray (3/?)
Title: Gone Astray
Chapter: 3 - Did Anyone Get The Name of The Weevil Who Ran Me Over?
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Hannah Summers-Fogg, Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Toshiko Sato, Owen Harper, Gwen Cooper
Rating: PG-13
Thrace Warning Level: 3
Beta: luvinthe88and20
Spoilers: Adrift (TW 2.11)
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or the characters therein, they belong to the BBC and RTD. The characters of Hannah Summers-Fogg and Rose Harkness-Jones and that AU universe belong to faithharkness. Any original characters and places are my property.
Summary: As the day heads into night, Hannah only gets more questions than answers, and might even get to answer the phone.
Author's Notes: This story started innocently enough, using a character from the AU of faithharkness. Those wonderful stories can be found here. I am using Hannah with the approval of faithharkness.
Chapter 2 - Parallel Dissimilarities
Chapter 3 - Did Anyone Get The Name of the Weevil Who Ran Me Over?
Hannah wanted to beat to a bloody pulp the guy who kept slinging his hammer against her head. She would use her bare hands, ripping him limb to limb. That had the best satisfaction, using her bare hands. Hannah could feel herself clenching her fists against her side.
She cautiously opened one eye and looked around. She was still in autopsy. Hannah sat up on the stretcher and immediately regretted it as her arm flailed for some kind of support. Her head spun, or the room was spinning, either one a distinct possibility.
A hand grabbed her arm and steadied her. Looking over, Owen's dark eyes gazed over her. She tried to give him a smile, but she still felt weak. Owen helped her lean back against the stretcher, adjusting it so she could be sitting up with the back support.
"What happened?" Hannah croaked out.
"You had a reaction to the radiation from the scanner," Owen softly said as he picked up a water bottle with a bendy straw in it. Hannah loved bendy straws! But, she didn’t think she had ever told Owen that.
She took the bottle from him and took a sip. "This isn’t my Torchwood is it? I've been scanned tons of times before, but that never happened."
"I don’t know if this is your Torchwood or not," Owen said, pulling over the stool and sitting next to her. "You were exposed to negative Rift energy when whatever it was pulled you through. That negative energy reacted with the scanner's radiation."
"Why do I feel so weak? I really don’t like this feeling, it brings back bad memories," Hannah said, trying to not remember the months she spent recuperating from… No! She would not think about that now. She had to figure out a way to get back to Rose, and of course Ianto and Jack, along with the rest of her Torchwood.
"It could still be a reaction from the scanner. We’ve never scanned someone returned from a negative Rift spike. Only recently we figured out what they meant." Owen made a couple notes on his clipboard. "I want you to rest. Your blood pressure shot through the roof, and I don’t know what else this did to you."
"I can't. I need to find out what happened. I need to find out if what happened to me happened to anyone else." Hannah struggled to sit up again. She put her legs over the side of the stretcher.
Owen rolled his eyes and put the clipboard down at the foot of the bed. He took her hands and steadied her as she got into a standing position. "You mean Rose."
"What about Rose?" Her heart beat faster at the mention of her name.
"I'm not talking to you if you aren't good," Owen said as he nodded his head at the monitors next to her.
Hannah watched as her heart rate was all over the place. She tried to calm down and smiled as it became a regular rhythm. "Now, what about Rose?"
"I don’t know, but you kept mumbling her name like you had to find her. Is she really Jack and Ianto's daughter?" Owen put an arm under her, helping her hobble to the stairs.
"Yes." Hannah grabbed the railing and headed up towards the Hub. "What happened to you?"
"I'm dead."
"What?" Hannah spun around on the stairs so fast to see if Owen was kidding with her, she lost her footing.
Owen grabbed her around the waist, holding her. "Yeah, probably should have waited until you were up the stairs to tell you that."
She leaned into him and realised his body was definitely colder than normal. "Holy cow batman! You're dead!" Yep, he was definitely different then her Owen. "How? What happened? How are you here?"
"I was shot, protecting someone named Martha Jones, and I got brought back."
"I know Martha, well, a Dr. Martha Jones. She's married to Dr. Tom Milligan. They are so cute together." Hannah clasped her hand over her mouth, trying to stop from spilling too much.
"That would be her, although now she's only dating him," Owen replied, helping Hannah up the last set of steps.
Hannah stared around the empty Hub. "Where is everyone?"
"A gang of Weevils are running wild in the City Centre," Owen replied.
"What time is it?"
"8:30 at night," Owen stated as he grabbed up his leather jacket, slipping it on.
"I was out that long!"
"Hey! Watch the heart rate and blood pressure!" Owen wagged his index finger at her.
"Yelling at me won’t help it. Why was I out so long?" Hannah gripped the back of Tosh's chair by her desk, at least in her world it was Tosh's chair. She was trying to look tough, and hold herself up at the same time.
"I wanted to make sure you didn’t turn into a quivering pile of goo," Owen responded holding his hand out to her.
She shot him a pissy look and then took his hand. "Where are we going?"
"You are going upstairs to the tourist office. They need me in the field, King of the Weevils and all," Owen stated, manoeuvring her towards the cog door.
Hannah winced at the loud sound echoing in her head. "King of the Weevils?"
"Never mind."
"I barely made it up the stairs from autopsy. Unless you have a transporter, it's going to take me forever." Hannah really hated feeling this weak.
"We do have a transporter," Owen said, nearly pushing her through the open door.
"What?" Hannah wondered just where she had landed.
"It's called an elevator, get in," Owen stated as he used his key and opened the elevator doors for her.
Hannah got into the elevator, not saying a word to Owen the entire ride up to the tourist office. When they got up to the hallway, Owen was a gentleman and held the door open for her again. Hannah had gotten her not-so-wobbly-from-losing-my-breakfast-legs back and didn't even need to stop for a breath, but she would never admit that anyway.
"And just what am I supposed to do in the tourist office?" Hannah quipped.
"You can keep me company," Ianto said coming up behind her.
Hannah did not jump, but smiled, making another tally in her "things that still remain the same" column. "How come you aren't in the field?" She looked at Ianto, who at some point had lost the outer suit jacket and just had on his waistcoat over the red shirt Hannah loved. Another tally for the column.
Ianto and Owen exchanged a look that did not go unnoticed by Hannah. "They didn't need me. I stayed behind to monitor the computers," Ianto stated.
Bullshit. Hannah knew even this Tosh had the computers configured to her and Ianto's PDAs and to the computers in the SUV. "Okay," Hannah replied. She smiled sweetly and sat down in Ianto's chair behind the desk in the main office. Swinging back and forth, she looked at Owen. "Hadn't you better be going? Don’t they need you?"
Owen looked at both of them and without saying a word, ran out the office door. She could practically feel Ianto rolling his eyes at her as he stepped into the smaller side office. Hannah stopped rocking the chair and held her hand up to her forehead as she tried to make her eyes stop moving.
This was all getting to be a bit too much, even for her, even for Torchwood. Hannah shrugged her shoulders and looked around. Ianto was still doing who knew what in the other office. She put fingers on the edge of the desk. It all felt real, but if this was real, when exactly had she jumped ship from her universe to this one, or this time, or both. All this timey-wimey stuff was making her head hurt again.
Looking around, she moved the chair over and put her back to the CCTV camera in the corner. She walked her fingers along the edge of the desk and down to the locked drawers Ianto kept underneath. She tugged on the handle and smiled as it did not budge. Good old Ianto. Hannah reached back, digging into her back pocket and pulled out a slim wallet. She opened it and brought out a small black credit card. Good old Tosh.
Holding it up to the drawer, she ran the back of the card along the drawer until she heard a soft click. Grinning, Hannah slowly opened the drawer.
“Get out of my drawers. There’s nothing in there you need,” Ianto called out from the inner office.
“Come on. You only ever say that to Jack on a bad day,” Hannah retorted.
Ianto stalked out from the office, a stack of papers in his hands, beads clacking against the doorframe as he parted them. "You will close that drawer now before I make you hand over your goody wallet with the fake I.D.s and everything else in it." He looked down on her, giving her the ultimate Ianto glare.
Hannah leaned back in the chair and crossed her legs. She slowly closed the drawer using only her foot until it clicked shut. Folding her hands in her lap, Hannah started twirling her thumbs around each other.
"Wow… Yeah…" Hannah picked up an errant brochure from the desk and started flipping it over and over in her hands. She didn’t even look at Ianto as he disappeared back into the small office.
Next to her, the phone rang. Hannah dropped the brochure to the desktop and stared at the phone as it rang two more times. Jack would kill her if she answered the phone. It rang again. It's not like it was the batphone - or rather, the Prime Minister's direct line - it could wait. It rang again. She really shouldn’t answer the phone. The phone rang once more.
"Oh for- could you answer the phone?" Ianto called out to her as a thud could be heard behind the beaded curtain.
"You want me to answer the phone?"
"That is why I just asked you," Ianto replied rather loudly as the phone rang again. "Hannah, please answer the phone!"
"I wish I could record you saying that," Hannah muttered and reached for the phone.
She didn’t have a chance to say anything as the main door to the tourist office blew off its hinges, a fireball scorching the doorway.
Chapter 4 - The Beast In the Hub
Chapter: 3 - Did Anyone Get The Name of The Weevil Who Ran Me Over?
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Hannah Summers-Fogg, Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Toshiko Sato, Owen Harper, Gwen Cooper
Rating: PG-13
Thrace Warning Level: 3
Beta: luvinthe88and20
Spoilers: Adrift (TW 2.11)
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or the characters therein, they belong to the BBC and RTD. The characters of Hannah Summers-Fogg and Rose Harkness-Jones and that AU universe belong to faithharkness. Any original characters and places are my property.
Summary: As the day heads into night, Hannah only gets more questions than answers, and might even get to answer the phone.
Author's Notes: This story started innocently enough, using a character from the AU of faithharkness. Those wonderful stories can be found here. I am using Hannah with the approval of faithharkness.
Chapter 2 - Parallel Dissimilarities
Chapter 3 - Did Anyone Get The Name of the Weevil Who Ran Me Over?
Hannah wanted to beat to a bloody pulp the guy who kept slinging his hammer against her head. She would use her bare hands, ripping him limb to limb. That had the best satisfaction, using her bare hands. Hannah could feel herself clenching her fists against her side.
She cautiously opened one eye and looked around. She was still in autopsy. Hannah sat up on the stretcher and immediately regretted it as her arm flailed for some kind of support. Her head spun, or the room was spinning, either one a distinct possibility.
A hand grabbed her arm and steadied her. Looking over, Owen's dark eyes gazed over her. She tried to give him a smile, but she still felt weak. Owen helped her lean back against the stretcher, adjusting it so she could be sitting up with the back support.
"What happened?" Hannah croaked out.
"You had a reaction to the radiation from the scanner," Owen softly said as he picked up a water bottle with a bendy straw in it. Hannah loved bendy straws! But, she didn’t think she had ever told Owen that.
She took the bottle from him and took a sip. "This isn’t my Torchwood is it? I've been scanned tons of times before, but that never happened."
"I don’t know if this is your Torchwood or not," Owen said, pulling over the stool and sitting next to her. "You were exposed to negative Rift energy when whatever it was pulled you through. That negative energy reacted with the scanner's radiation."
"Why do I feel so weak? I really don’t like this feeling, it brings back bad memories," Hannah said, trying to not remember the months she spent recuperating from… No! She would not think about that now. She had to figure out a way to get back to Rose, and of course Ianto and Jack, along with the rest of her Torchwood.
"It could still be a reaction from the scanner. We’ve never scanned someone returned from a negative Rift spike. Only recently we figured out what they meant." Owen made a couple notes on his clipboard. "I want you to rest. Your blood pressure shot through the roof, and I don’t know what else this did to you."
"I can't. I need to find out what happened. I need to find out if what happened to me happened to anyone else." Hannah struggled to sit up again. She put her legs over the side of the stretcher.
Owen rolled his eyes and put the clipboard down at the foot of the bed. He took her hands and steadied her as she got into a standing position. "You mean Rose."
"What about Rose?" Her heart beat faster at the mention of her name.
"I'm not talking to you if you aren't good," Owen said as he nodded his head at the monitors next to her.
Hannah watched as her heart rate was all over the place. She tried to calm down and smiled as it became a regular rhythm. "Now, what about Rose?"
"I don’t know, but you kept mumbling her name like you had to find her. Is she really Jack and Ianto's daughter?" Owen put an arm under her, helping her hobble to the stairs.
"Yes." Hannah grabbed the railing and headed up towards the Hub. "What happened to you?"
"I'm dead."
"What?" Hannah spun around on the stairs so fast to see if Owen was kidding with her, she lost her footing.
Owen grabbed her around the waist, holding her. "Yeah, probably should have waited until you were up the stairs to tell you that."
She leaned into him and realised his body was definitely colder than normal. "Holy cow batman! You're dead!" Yep, he was definitely different then her Owen. "How? What happened? How are you here?"
"I was shot, protecting someone named Martha Jones, and I got brought back."
"I know Martha, well, a Dr. Martha Jones. She's married to Dr. Tom Milligan. They are so cute together." Hannah clasped her hand over her mouth, trying to stop from spilling too much.
"That would be her, although now she's only dating him," Owen replied, helping Hannah up the last set of steps.
Hannah stared around the empty Hub. "Where is everyone?"
"A gang of Weevils are running wild in the City Centre," Owen replied.
"What time is it?"
"8:30 at night," Owen stated as he grabbed up his leather jacket, slipping it on.
"I was out that long!"
"Hey! Watch the heart rate and blood pressure!" Owen wagged his index finger at her.
"Yelling at me won’t help it. Why was I out so long?" Hannah gripped the back of Tosh's chair by her desk, at least in her world it was Tosh's chair. She was trying to look tough, and hold herself up at the same time.
"I wanted to make sure you didn’t turn into a quivering pile of goo," Owen responded holding his hand out to her.
She shot him a pissy look and then took his hand. "Where are we going?"
"You are going upstairs to the tourist office. They need me in the field, King of the Weevils and all," Owen stated, manoeuvring her towards the cog door.
Hannah winced at the loud sound echoing in her head. "King of the Weevils?"
"Never mind."
"I barely made it up the stairs from autopsy. Unless you have a transporter, it's going to take me forever." Hannah really hated feeling this weak.
"We do have a transporter," Owen said, nearly pushing her through the open door.
"What?" Hannah wondered just where she had landed.
"It's called an elevator, get in," Owen stated as he used his key and opened the elevator doors for her.
Hannah got into the elevator, not saying a word to Owen the entire ride up to the tourist office. When they got up to the hallway, Owen was a gentleman and held the door open for her again. Hannah had gotten her not-so-wobbly-from-losing-my-breakfast-legs back and didn't even need to stop for a breath, but she would never admit that anyway.
"And just what am I supposed to do in the tourist office?" Hannah quipped.
"You can keep me company," Ianto said coming up behind her.
Hannah did not jump, but smiled, making another tally in her "things that still remain the same" column. "How come you aren't in the field?" She looked at Ianto, who at some point had lost the outer suit jacket and just had on his waistcoat over the red shirt Hannah loved. Another tally for the column.
Ianto and Owen exchanged a look that did not go unnoticed by Hannah. "They didn't need me. I stayed behind to monitor the computers," Ianto stated.
Bullshit. Hannah knew even this Tosh had the computers configured to her and Ianto's PDAs and to the computers in the SUV. "Okay," Hannah replied. She smiled sweetly and sat down in Ianto's chair behind the desk in the main office. Swinging back and forth, she looked at Owen. "Hadn't you better be going? Don’t they need you?"
Owen looked at both of them and without saying a word, ran out the office door. She could practically feel Ianto rolling his eyes at her as he stepped into the smaller side office. Hannah stopped rocking the chair and held her hand up to her forehead as she tried to make her eyes stop moving.
This was all getting to be a bit too much, even for her, even for Torchwood. Hannah shrugged her shoulders and looked around. Ianto was still doing who knew what in the other office. She put fingers on the edge of the desk. It all felt real, but if this was real, when exactly had she jumped ship from her universe to this one, or this time, or both. All this timey-wimey stuff was making her head hurt again.
Looking around, she moved the chair over and put her back to the CCTV camera in the corner. She walked her fingers along the edge of the desk and down to the locked drawers Ianto kept underneath. She tugged on the handle and smiled as it did not budge. Good old Ianto. Hannah reached back, digging into her back pocket and pulled out a slim wallet. She opened it and brought out a small black credit card. Good old Tosh.
Holding it up to the drawer, she ran the back of the card along the drawer until she heard a soft click. Grinning, Hannah slowly opened the drawer.
“Get out of my drawers. There’s nothing in there you need,” Ianto called out from the inner office.
“Come on. You only ever say that to Jack on a bad day,” Hannah retorted.
Ianto stalked out from the office, a stack of papers in his hands, beads clacking against the doorframe as he parted them. "You will close that drawer now before I make you hand over your goody wallet with the fake I.D.s and everything else in it." He looked down on her, giving her the ultimate Ianto glare.
Hannah leaned back in the chair and crossed her legs. She slowly closed the drawer using only her foot until it clicked shut. Folding her hands in her lap, Hannah started twirling her thumbs around each other.
"Wow… Yeah…" Hannah picked up an errant brochure from the desk and started flipping it over and over in her hands. She didn’t even look at Ianto as he disappeared back into the small office.
Next to her, the phone rang. Hannah dropped the brochure to the desktop and stared at the phone as it rang two more times. Jack would kill her if she answered the phone. It rang again. It's not like it was the batphone - or rather, the Prime Minister's direct line - it could wait. It rang again. She really shouldn’t answer the phone. The phone rang once more.
"Oh for- could you answer the phone?" Ianto called out to her as a thud could be heard behind the beaded curtain.
"You want me to answer the phone?"
"That is why I just asked you," Ianto replied rather loudly as the phone rang again. "Hannah, please answer the phone!"
"I wish I could record you saying that," Hannah muttered and reached for the phone.
She didn’t have a chance to say anything as the main door to the tourist office blew off its hinges, a fireball scorching the doorway.
Chapter 4 - The Beast In the Hub