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Bad Wolf Bay. Again.

Chapter 8

"Haven't you learned any manners through all of time and space? You never, under any circumstances, ask a lady her age," she replied, looking at him rather curiously. She either knew exactly what he was on about, or she didn't have a clue. Not that it mattered at the moment, as on the exact moment he parted his lips to find out more about this peculiar girl, someone grabbed from behind and pinned him to the ground. His arms got bound together, he got blindfolded and pulled up roughly. He heard a muffled scream, that must've been Eva! He tried to tell her it that it would be okay, but he had no means of connecting her. When he tried to talk to her through his mind, he found it blocked. Rose and his other self had obviously trained her well; there was no way he could force his way in without hurting her or damaging her memories. Trying to convince her that it was him had no effect whatsoever, she didn't trust him.

He felt the wind on his skin and he heard the waves crashing against the cliffs; they were outside. Stumbling through the sand, he heard an American accent behind him. He recognised that from somewhere, but he couldn't really remember... The question drifted from his mind as he was pushed into a van, or the back of a truck. Well, something on wheels, anyway. And he was pushed into it. He felt the jab of a needle in the back of his neck, and his mind got dizzy. Nonetheless, he remained conscious. He had to fight the sleep, but he was sure that they had wanted him to pass out; if they wanted him asleep he wanted himself awake. Soon enough he felt someone take his pulse, which was slowed down by the sedative; just enough to convince them he was out. He heard the American accent again, his sleepy state making it even harder to remember who the voice belonged to. "He's out. So, where are we taking him?"

"Torchwood headquarters, boss. You said you wanted a tough word with him, we figured the interrogation room would be the best place to do so," another voice replied. The accent wasn't American though; it was more a rural English. "I agree, nice job guys," this was the American again, "It's gonna be a short flight, London's about two hours away." What? No wheels, then? Well, the bay was large enough for an zeppelin to land; this was Pete's world, after all. The American continued. "Take some time for yourself, it's been a long day. Oh and Jones? I'd like a word with you," he concluded. "A word? Eheh, sure," another guy spoke. His accent was somewhat Scottish, but he'd obviously spent a lot of time overseas. His comment had dripped with sarcasm, was 'the boss' going to beat the Jones guy up? And! And, and, and! London! That had to mean Torchwood One, assuming this was a mission from the Torchwood Institute and the divisions were the same as in his home universe.

It quieted down, he assumed everyone had left. Except for the American and Jones, that was. All he heard was some soft murmuring, definitely no-one getting beat up. He didn't really care, as long as he and Eva could get out of here soon. Jones raised his voice a bit, just enough for him to hear snatches of the conversation. "Are you sure they're asleep? I mean, can we just … right in front of ..." "Of course not, it was a strong dose... And … not like he'd mind, anyway," the American answered, reassuringly. "Wait, I'll check it for you." He heard footsteps coming his way and the person crouched next to him, pinching his arm. He felt a brush of air next to his ear, as if someone wanted to whisper something in his ear. Suddenly a hushed voice entered his ear, a with an American accent. "I'll get you two out of here, just play along."

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Daaaiisy zei op 22 mei 2013 - 23:08:
Good story!
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