you're in good company

[Elizabeth Wright]

Liz nodded, chewing her bottom lip. She was trying to decide what her next move would be. After all, this was all crazy. Way too crazy. She still wasn't entirely convinced she wasn't being punked, or something stupid like that. But it seemed real. It could be real. Hell, she was convinced it was. It was possible. And she had the chance to get involved.

It would be terrifying. She had figured that much out. Most people would laugh in the faces of these men and find their own way out. But Liz wasn't one of them. And although it was crazy, and stupid and potentially dangerous, she didn't know if she could turn her back on it all. How could you turn away from something like this? It was a pretty big thing. Besides, she'd been looking to turn her life around, be an entirely different person to the old Elizabeth. This seemed like it would do the trick. With a mental start, she realised that she'd already made her mind up. Looks like she could stop sending out those resumes. That was of course, if this Torchwood would have her. They hadn't seemed thrilled at her arrival this morning after all.

"So" she said, fidgeting her fingers. " Is there a trial period or something?"

[wrenfelidae]

Jack’s chuckled inwardly, sarcastically, at Ianto’s comment on javelins and autopsies. He remembered that incident with the javelin. Not so pretty. But Owen had pulled them through, and all Ianto had to show for it had been a tiny little scar, which rested right about…

Jack found the spot with his eyes, a space right above Ianto’s hip of his left side. It was shaped like a half-moon, and barely visible unless you looked hard enough. A small smile crept onto Jack’s lips. He was a little proud he could pinpoint where it was on the other man’s body. Meant he knew him pretty well naked.

He thought about Liz’s words. Trial period. Not really something Torchwood-oriented, but they had the ability to create one. After all, why would he create memory blockers if people didn’t want to get out every once in a while? Yeah, right. Because people left Torchwood. Not unless they were in a casket, body bag, some type of long, human-sized carrying case.

The captain moved to lean his back against Janet’s cell, ignoring her as she sniffed wildly at his neck and back, which were covering the air holes. He didn’t show fear, so she wouldn’t attack. Weevils were animals, and they responded to human auras and scents. If someone was afraid, or angry, they would react accordingly to save their own lives. And even if Liz wasn’t calm, he was emotionless enough for the both of them.

“No, no trial period. Torchwood is a commitment. You’re either in, or you’re out. Take it, or leave it. Take it, and you’ll see things you could never imagine. The good and the bad. Leave it… well,” He pushed himself off the wall, putting his hands in his pockets before walking between Liz and Ianto, pausing at an angle behind Liz. He turned his head, speaking nearly into her ear. “You won’t remember much about us.” He was smiling, you could hear it in his voice, but those words were anything but a joke. People who came to Torchwood, whether they were inducted or they found them, made their own decisions. And Jack made sure that they didn’t remember if they turned away. Torchwood may be the worst kept secret in Cardiff, but they had secrets of their own. And he wasn’t going to let one person leak his information out into the world.

Jack turned away from Liz’s shoulder and started to walk to the front of the cell block, towards the stairs. “ianto!” He called over his shoulder, the man’s name seeing to come from his throat like a bark. It usually did, he couldn’t help it, it was just the way his name rolled off his tongue. “How about some coffee? We have to let Ms. Wright make her decision.”

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[Elizabeth Wright]

Elizabeth couldn’t help the shiver that ran up her spine at the Captains words. Every job was a commitment, but there was something about the way he said the words that implied something else. She wasn’t sure what it was, but there was definitely something. His next words, about not remembering, where even more unnerving, she had to say sinister. What did he even mean anyway? Her common sense reared against it, telling her it was way too heavy to be getting involved with. She wouldn’t get into a gang for the adrenalin rush. But this was no gang either, and it wasn’t just adrenaline. It was crazy, it was insane, and did she mention totally crazy? But she still wanted to be involved in it. How could she walk away from this, act like it had never happened? Already, she’d seen things out of this world, beyond imagination. Elizabeth wasn’t sure she could turn her back on that. She didn’t even register that Ianto and Jack had left until she looked around, and realised she was alone in the dank, cement rooms. Well, apart from Janet that was.

She walked over to the cell divider, and, taking a deep breath, put her hand against the glass, watching the creature intently. The weevil approached the glass slowly, watching the movement of Liz’s hand with her black eyes, her nostrils flaring. Liz focused on keeping her breathing steady as the weevil got closer, and pressed its face against the glass, taking in Liz’s scent through the airholes studding the wall. After a few moments, the weevil drew back, not far, just far enough that it could see the blonde properly. There the two of them stood for what seemed like an hour, just watching the other.

It wasn’t until a bang from upstairs sounded through the room that either moved, Liz starting and dropping her hand, and the weevil jumping back, dropping into a swaying crouch. Liz let out her breath, looking around again. She realised, she’d come to a decision. There wasn’t any way she was turning away from this. It was that simple really. She turned away, glancing at Janet in her cell one last time, and headed up the stairs.
“I’ll take it.” she said when she reached the top of the stairs.