Note to the team: Could everybody please stop looking at me? I’m dead, I’m not a rudding time bomb. And if one more person asks him I’m alright they’re getting the shit beat out of them by a corpse. You can stop the whispers, you can stop the concerned looks, everything is alright.

We infiltrated the Pharm facility to retrieve our lost under cover agent and things didn’t go exactly as planned. I know, things never go as planned when Torchwood is involved, but the gapping hole in my chest and lack of heartbeat are evidence that it went worse than usual. And who do I have to thank for me still walking around? Jack bloody ( Read more... )

It’s the middle of the night, I should be passed out in my nice bed but instead I’m sitting in the hub making sure our special guest doesn’t get herself killed. Don’t get me wrong, I know Martha is competent but if what I’ve seen so far is anything to go by, her undercover skills are lacking. And she didn’t even have to fake an interest in jellied ( Read more... )

Two whole days, gone. How do you lose two days? Well, I know lots of ways you can lose two days and have participated in some myself but I don’t smell like alcohol, I’m not stained in blood, and I’m not sensitive in certain personal areas so I’m at a loss for what happened. Tosh and Ianto have been running around like chickens with their ( Read more... )

Personal Log May 20, 2008

I am a fool. A complete and utter tosser. I have loved Toshiko since the moment I met her, with her beauty, her grace, her undeniable brilliance. I have watched her from afar, admiring the astounding woman she is. I’ve settled into the role of the coworker, the occasional friend, the office joke while she hangs on his ( Read more... )

God I wish alien would attack right now...or a cannibalistic cult would surface in Cardiff or cybermen would make another uprising, whatever gets me out of this hub.  You take those days of panic and probable danger for granted and when they're gone you have nothing but a shit load of paper work and no sudoku because the Nazi furor of coffee ( Read more... )

    I decided to spend my night off last night in a pub with normal people and women who are less high maitenance.  Upon examining my surroundings I noticed two women at the bar who seemed suspicious.  If I were the kind of man who saw women as numbers I would call them both 10s.    They seemed human enough but my torchwood intuition told me ( Read more... )