Myfanwy: 4
Title: Four times Myfanwy saved the day, and one time she didn't.
Rating: PG-15
Genre: Angst, humour
Warnings: References to Fragments, Cyberwoman, The Stolen Earth
Summary: There's more than five people on the Torchwood team
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It all started with the net. One second she was doing her best to settle herself in this creator forsaken place she had found herself, the next second there was a net thrown over her, tangling her wings and resisting all her efforts to break free. There was a voice, soothing and calming, even as hands pulled at her, moving her from her shelter. Not that it was much of a shelter, a smelly dirty hole in a half collapsed building, but it was hers, and the only remotely habitable place she'd found since her world had disappeared around her, being replace by this ugly dark and miserable one.
"I'm so sorry," the voice had continued to tell her, even as she was pulled and dragged out into the open. "I don't want to do this to you. But I need you; I need him to see you. He'll take you under his wing; he'll look after you. You're my ticket into his world, our ticket. If you don't get me in, there's nothing left to try." The hands had brushed over her wings, "He's not like the others in London, he'll look after you. It'll be safer for you there." The voice sounded like it was trying to convince itself of its own truth. "And I...if you get me in, I promise I'll look after you...whatever...whatever happens." There was a catch in the voice now, and the scent of salt water. "I'm sorry."
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Ianto filled yet another bin liner with rubbish and set it neatly by the door from the Hub. He glanced around the workspaces, noting with satisfaction that all surfaces were as clean and tidy as he could possibly make them. Another task he could mark off his list. Cleaning up after humans took considerably more effort than cleaning up after Weevils. At least the Weevils didn't complain when somebody removed their rancid sandwiches from the fridge. Come to think of it, at least Weevils didn't use the fridge in the kitchenette for storing alien skin samples...no matter how much Owen tried to shift the blame onto someone else. Ianto looked around the Hub trying to see was there anything else that required his attention, but his labours had borne fruit, and there wasn't a thing left on his list of work to be done.
Well, there was one thing left to do. Reluctantly, Ianto let his gaze be drawn to the higher reaches of the Hub, the little niche that had been prepared for purposes unknown, but which now housed the Torchwood 'guard dog'. He hadn't been there in over a month. Not since...before.
Jack had been looking after Myfanwy while Ianto was...indisposed. "I'll look after her from now on," he had said when Ianto returned to duty.
Ianto however had insisted on resuming all of his responsibilities. "It's my job, Sir," he had said. "I made a promise." He had refused to elaborate, but in spite of his resolve, he still kept putting it off. Finding any number of unnecessary tasks in order to avoid the inevitable. Finally however he could no longer shirk his duty, and with a heavy heart, he made his way to the nest.
When Ianto finally reached the nest, he took a moment to savour the view. From here he could see the expanse of the Hub beneath him. So far below, laid out like a child's playset, it almost made him dizzy. Ianto swayed on the edge, unable to tear his eyes away from the depths below. A single step was all it would take...a single step and it would all be over... "Lisa," he said to himself, eyes closed. "I'm sorry..."
A loud squawk made Ianto open his eyes quickly, and he took a hurried step back as an impatient Pterodactyl flapped her wings only inches away. The blood rushed back to Ianto's face as he realized just how close he had been to the edge, both literally and figuratively. "Good girl," he said hesitantly, backing away so that Myfanwy could land.
She butted him with her head, forcing him back to the nest, back to reality. This was his life now. Lisa was gone, but he still had responsibilities. He'd let down too many people already, now it was time to make amends.
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The aliens made their way through the inner recesses of the Torchwood hub. They had planned their attack down to the last detail, carefully luring the team out on a wild goose chase, giving them free access to the nerve centre of the Torchwood organization. All they needed was a few more minutes to reach the sub etheric resonator and place the bomb. Set it to go off as soon as the team returned, and it would be bye-bye Torchwood and their evil leader.
It was unfortunate that the team had failed to take into account the Torchwood 'guard dog'. It was doubly unfortunate that their natural body odour bore a startling resemblance to a certain brand of barbeque sauce. It was trebly unfortunate that no member of the assault team was more than eight inches tall.
The last transmission received by their home base recorded the sound of rushing wings, followed by a biting sound, followed by silence.
Later that day Ianto did briefly wonder if Myfanwy was ill, as she hadn't touched the food he left for her. But after she swooped down and picked up Owen's half forgotten lunch, he presumed she was back to normal.
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Jack flung open a cabinet in the autopsy bay and started rummaging frantically through the shelves. "Crap!" he yelled, as a stream of bandages, surgical gloves, and a solitary emesis basin spilled out onto the floor. Ignoring the mess, he moved onto the next cabinet where he found tongue dispensers, one of Owen's private porn stashes, and several boxes of painkillers. "Okay," said Jack to himself. "Think, think. If I were Owen, where would I keep the condoms?"
"Oh Jack?" He heard Ianto's voice call him lazily. "I'm about ready to put my clothes on and go home. If you're not back here by the count of ten...one...two..."
"Shit!" Jack stood naked in the middle of the bay and tried to focus. It wasn't easy, when all he could think of was the naked Welshman that was waiting for him.
A loud squawk distracted him, and he looked up to see Myfanwy perched on the railings. "Not now girl, I've got a bit of a situation here."
Myfanwy launched herself off the railing and swooped towards Jack, making him dive quickly to the floor. "Get out of here," he yelled indignantly as she knocked over a cabinet. "I don't have time for this, I..." His words died away as he saw the contents of the cabinet spread out on the ground, and in the middle of the medical detritus, a brand new unopened pack of condoms. "Girl, I love you!" said Jack, grabbing the pack and running for the stairs.
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"EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!" That was all Myfanwy could hear as she circled around the hub. She could smell the fear in the air, surrounding the three remaining members of the team.
"EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!" And then there were only two of them left, standing bewildered and frightened. One of them looked up towards her, and she heard him call her name. And then her door opened.
"EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!" Something was wrong, she knew it. The cycle of food and light and dark was a familiar one, and this was not the time for her brief periods of freedom. But the door was open, and the human was shouting, telling her to go, to save herself.
"EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!" His terror was infectious, and she found herself soaring through the air, to freedom, to safety...to loneliness...no, this was wrong, this was not the freedom she sought. She could not leave her nestmates to their terror. Whatever they would face, she would face it too.
"EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!" With a final screech of defiance, she flew back through the door, back to her family.
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The end
Rating: PG-15
Genre: Angst, humour
Warnings: References to Fragments, Cyberwoman, The Stolen Earth
Summary: There's more than five people on the Torchwood team
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It all started with the net. One second she was doing her best to settle herself in this creator forsaken place she had found herself, the next second there was a net thrown over her, tangling her wings and resisting all her efforts to break free. There was a voice, soothing and calming, even as hands pulled at her, moving her from her shelter. Not that it was much of a shelter, a smelly dirty hole in a half collapsed building, but it was hers, and the only remotely habitable place she'd found since her world had disappeared around her, being replace by this ugly dark and miserable one.
"I'm so sorry," the voice had continued to tell her, even as she was pulled and dragged out into the open. "I don't want to do this to you. But I need you; I need him to see you. He'll take you under his wing; he'll look after you. You're my ticket into his world, our ticket. If you don't get me in, there's nothing left to try." The hands had brushed over her wings, "He's not like the others in London, he'll look after you. It'll be safer for you there." The voice sounded like it was trying to convince itself of its own truth. "And I...if you get me in, I promise I'll look after you...whatever...whatever happens." There was a catch in the voice now, and the scent of salt water. "I'm sorry."
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Ianto filled yet another bin liner with rubbish and set it neatly by the door from the Hub. He glanced around the workspaces, noting with satisfaction that all surfaces were as clean and tidy as he could possibly make them. Another task he could mark off his list. Cleaning up after humans took considerably more effort than cleaning up after Weevils. At least the Weevils didn't complain when somebody removed their rancid sandwiches from the fridge. Come to think of it, at least Weevils didn't use the fridge in the kitchenette for storing alien skin samples...no matter how much Owen tried to shift the blame onto someone else. Ianto looked around the Hub trying to see was there anything else that required his attention, but his labours had borne fruit, and there wasn't a thing left on his list of work to be done.
Well, there was one thing left to do. Reluctantly, Ianto let his gaze be drawn to the higher reaches of the Hub, the little niche that had been prepared for purposes unknown, but which now housed the Torchwood 'guard dog'. He hadn't been there in over a month. Not since...before.
Jack had been looking after Myfanwy while Ianto was...indisposed. "I'll look after her from now on," he had said when Ianto returned to duty.
Ianto however had insisted on resuming all of his responsibilities. "It's my job, Sir," he had said. "I made a promise." He had refused to elaborate, but in spite of his resolve, he still kept putting it off. Finding any number of unnecessary tasks in order to avoid the inevitable. Finally however he could no longer shirk his duty, and with a heavy heart, he made his way to the nest.
When Ianto finally reached the nest, he took a moment to savour the view. From here he could see the expanse of the Hub beneath him. So far below, laid out like a child's playset, it almost made him dizzy. Ianto swayed on the edge, unable to tear his eyes away from the depths below. A single step was all it would take...a single step and it would all be over... "Lisa," he said to himself, eyes closed. "I'm sorry..."
A loud squawk made Ianto open his eyes quickly, and he took a hurried step back as an impatient Pterodactyl flapped her wings only inches away. The blood rushed back to Ianto's face as he realized just how close he had been to the edge, both literally and figuratively. "Good girl," he said hesitantly, backing away so that Myfanwy could land.
She butted him with her head, forcing him back to the nest, back to reality. This was his life now. Lisa was gone, but he still had responsibilities. He'd let down too many people already, now it was time to make amends.
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The aliens made their way through the inner recesses of the Torchwood hub. They had planned their attack down to the last detail, carefully luring the team out on a wild goose chase, giving them free access to the nerve centre of the Torchwood organization. All they needed was a few more minutes to reach the sub etheric resonator and place the bomb. Set it to go off as soon as the team returned, and it would be bye-bye Torchwood and their evil leader.
It was unfortunate that the team had failed to take into account the Torchwood 'guard dog'. It was doubly unfortunate that their natural body odour bore a startling resemblance to a certain brand of barbeque sauce. It was trebly unfortunate that no member of the assault team was more than eight inches tall.
The last transmission received by their home base recorded the sound of rushing wings, followed by a biting sound, followed by silence.
Later that day Ianto did briefly wonder if Myfanwy was ill, as she hadn't touched the food he left for her. But after she swooped down and picked up Owen's half forgotten lunch, he presumed she was back to normal.
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Jack flung open a cabinet in the autopsy bay and started rummaging frantically through the shelves. "Crap!" he yelled, as a stream of bandages, surgical gloves, and a solitary emesis basin spilled out onto the floor. Ignoring the mess, he moved onto the next cabinet where he found tongue dispensers, one of Owen's private porn stashes, and several boxes of painkillers. "Okay," said Jack to himself. "Think, think. If I were Owen, where would I keep the condoms?"
"Oh Jack?" He heard Ianto's voice call him lazily. "I'm about ready to put my clothes on and go home. If you're not back here by the count of ten...one...two..."
"Shit!" Jack stood naked in the middle of the bay and tried to focus. It wasn't easy, when all he could think of was the naked Welshman that was waiting for him.
A loud squawk distracted him, and he looked up to see Myfanwy perched on the railings. "Not now girl, I've got a bit of a situation here."
Myfanwy launched herself off the railing and swooped towards Jack, making him dive quickly to the floor. "Get out of here," he yelled indignantly as she knocked over a cabinet. "I don't have time for this, I..." His words died away as he saw the contents of the cabinet spread out on the ground, and in the middle of the medical detritus, a brand new unopened pack of condoms. "Girl, I love you!" said Jack, grabbing the pack and running for the stairs.
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"EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!" That was all Myfanwy could hear as she circled around the hub. She could smell the fear in the air, surrounding the three remaining members of the team.
"EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!" And then there were only two of them left, standing bewildered and frightened. One of them looked up towards her, and she heard him call her name. And then her door opened.
"EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!" Something was wrong, she knew it. The cycle of food and light and dark was a familiar one, and this was not the time for her brief periods of freedom. But the door was open, and the human was shouting, telling her to go, to save herself.
"EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!" His terror was infectious, and she found herself soaring through the air, to freedom, to safety...to loneliness...no, this was wrong, this was not the freedom she sought. She could not leave her nestmates to their terror. Whatever they would face, she would face it too.
"EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!" With a final screech of defiance, she flew back through the door, back to her family.
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The end