There's been a lot of strange goings on recently.
It started with a chase. All good stories start with a chase. Jack, Owen and myself were chasing this teenager, Bernie Harris, he was called, through the city centre and into the train station. Tosh was detecting alien readings on the computer. I managed to catch up with him, but he got away from me. However, I did manage to get his coat, containing the alien device we were searching for. I took it out of his pocket, and it began flashing, so I pressed the button on it.
And I swear, I'm not going crazy, I saw a ghost. The ghost of Tom Erasmus Flanagan from years ago, during the Second World War. An energy ghost, Jack later explained he was. Doctor Dickhead didn't help, though. Suggesting it was hallucinations or dementia. I was quick to point out that I wasn't hallucinating, nor was I bloody senile.
We tracked down Tom Flanagan. Well, Owen did. Found him in the phone book. Owen and I paid him a visit, and I chatted with him about when he'd been lost. His story was heartbreaking, but he seems happy, and he's alive, but at least I knew I wasn't imagining it.
We then tried to track down this Bernie Harris. Travelled all the way to Splott to try and find him. But he was no where in sight. Seems the people of Splott was nothing to do with him. Under the bridge in Splott, the same thing happened to Owen. The device lit up and he pressed the button and he was taken back in time, where he saw.. well, what he saw wasn't good, I'll tell you that.
He watched a scene from history play out before him. A young girl being attacked by a boy she had attended a dance with. He investigated, discovered the girl had been raped and murdered, and visited Ed Morgan, the man who had killed her, to set the spooks up him, so to speak. Just after this, he found Bernie.
The team went to Bernie's home, where he surrendered up an old tin full of things he had gotten from the same place as the ghost detector. These things included alien money, alien rocks and.. the other half of the detector. This half shows the future, and Bernie told me he'd seen himself die because of it. I, stupidly, pressed the button and saw myself, holding a knife, my hands covered in blood. I said something about Owen.
Jack told me it was just one version of the future, that it could be changed. I thought Bernie would like to know too so off I went to let him know. When I arrived, he was on edge, waiting for someone. Jack called me and told me about Owen and Ed Morgan, and that Bernie had gotten there first, tried to get money from him. As Ed made his way towards Bernie's home, so did Jack and Owen. Ed arrived with a knife and the rest is a bit of a blur, up until the point where I removed the knife from Owen's hands. Ed came towards me, he was too close and the knife was still in my hands. He pushed himself against it, and I looked on in horror as he suffered from cardiac arrest.
I couldn't bear it. I'd killed him. The team tried to make me feel better, telling me that he wanted to die, that it could have been anyone, but it didn't make me feel better, not at all, in fact. Jack and I talked as the sun came up, him attempting to cheer me up. That didn't really happen but being in his arms helped.
Tuesday, 10 February 2009
Sunday, 8 February 2009
Entry Two - Lasagne Head
"Why don't we go out?" Rhys asked me, the night before I was due to start at Torchwood
"Where?" He wanted to celebrate. Let me explain something to you about my boyfriend. Rhys William's idea of a night out is one of two things. It's either boozing it up with the lad in a local nightclub, or boozing it up with the lads in the pub watching footy. So when he suggested bowling, a movie, and dinner in a nice restaurant, I was a bit surprised, to say the least.
But we did go out. And we did go bowling (I won) and to a movie (I fell asleep - he's not choosing the movie ever again) and to dinner. And we were planning on an early night when Rhys spotted a, well, what looked like a plane of fire, falling from the sky. Next thing I know, I'm called into work a few hours early to investigate a fallen meteorite.
You know how they say that whenever you try to act cool you end up looking like a complete arse? It's true. Doctor Dickhead was being a bit of a wanker, so I, cool as a cucumber, made some joke about his tool not being big enough for the job (he'd asked me to pass him a chisel) so I threw it.. thinking he'd catch it.. but he didn't, and it hit the meteorite, releasing a gaseous sex driven alien into the atmosphere. Yeah.. typical. Messing up on my first day. And Doctor Dickhead didn't make me feel any better about it.
Let me tell you about Doctor Dickhead. Doctor Owen Harper, likes to make sure people know he's a doctor. Think of the most arogant person you know, and quadruple it and then add a whole load of cockiness and you're still so very far away from Owen. That's NICE compared to Owen. He's pretty much a genius, but then, so is Toshiko when it comes to computers. But Owen, well, he's an arse about it. He's attractive, yeah, but.. ugh, let's not go there.
Ok, moving on. This alien killed a boy just as he reached climax. It feeds off male orgasmic energy, after it took on a host body in the form of Carys Fletcher. Carys who I had a bit of a snog with for reasons far beyond what you're thinking. The alien changed the atmosphere around her, turning her into a walking aphrodisiac (Jack's words). Yeah, that's my excuse and yes, I'm sticking to it.
Luckily for me, I say luckily, it probably wasn't luckily, but it made me feel a little better, Owen messed up as well, allowing Carys to escape. Saying that, Jack didn't help when after I gave him a whole presentation on what it means to be human, why we should save Carys, he let her escape because a hand in a glass jar was more important to him.
Anyway, we eventually found her again, and I offered to become the host body for this alien, in the hope that it would save Carys, and give the team time to find a way to get rid of it. I didn't need to become the host, however, as Jack saved the day. So I kissed him. Yeah. Probably a slight mistake but I did it.
When I worked for the police, there was nothing better than returning the missing to their families. Today was no different. Returning Carys to her dad was just, well it was brilliant.
Ok, that enough about my first day at work. Rhys has made lasagne, and I'm starving.
Gwen x
"Where?" He wanted to celebrate. Let me explain something to you about my boyfriend. Rhys William's idea of a night out is one of two things. It's either boozing it up with the lad in a local nightclub, or boozing it up with the lads in the pub watching footy. So when he suggested bowling, a movie, and dinner in a nice restaurant, I was a bit surprised, to say the least.
But we did go out. And we did go bowling (I won) and to a movie (I fell asleep - he's not choosing the movie ever again) and to dinner. And we were planning on an early night when Rhys spotted a, well, what looked like a plane of fire, falling from the sky. Next thing I know, I'm called into work a few hours early to investigate a fallen meteorite.
You know how they say that whenever you try to act cool you end up looking like a complete arse? It's true. Doctor Dickhead was being a bit of a wanker, so I, cool as a cucumber, made some joke about his tool not being big enough for the job (he'd asked me to pass him a chisel) so I threw it.. thinking he'd catch it.. but he didn't, and it hit the meteorite, releasing a gaseous sex driven alien into the atmosphere. Yeah.. typical. Messing up on my first day. And Doctor Dickhead didn't make me feel any better about it.
Let me tell you about Doctor Dickhead. Doctor Owen Harper, likes to make sure people know he's a doctor. Think of the most arogant person you know, and quadruple it and then add a whole load of cockiness and you're still so very far away from Owen. That's NICE compared to Owen. He's pretty much a genius, but then, so is Toshiko when it comes to computers. But Owen, well, he's an arse about it. He's attractive, yeah, but.. ugh, let's not go there.
Ok, moving on. This alien killed a boy just as he reached climax. It feeds off male orgasmic energy, after it took on a host body in the form of Carys Fletcher. Carys who I had a bit of a snog with for reasons far beyond what you're thinking. The alien changed the atmosphere around her, turning her into a walking aphrodisiac (Jack's words). Yeah, that's my excuse and yes, I'm sticking to it.
Luckily for me, I say luckily, it probably wasn't luckily, but it made me feel a little better, Owen messed up as well, allowing Carys to escape. Saying that, Jack didn't help when after I gave him a whole presentation on what it means to be human, why we should save Carys, he let her escape because a hand in a glass jar was more important to him.
Anyway, we eventually found her again, and I offered to become the host body for this alien, in the hope that it would save Carys, and give the team time to find a way to get rid of it. I didn't need to become the host, however, as Jack saved the day. So I kissed him. Yeah. Probably a slight mistake but I did it.
When I worked for the police, there was nothing better than returning the missing to their families. Today was no different. Returning Carys to her dad was just, well it was brilliant.
Ok, that enough about my first day at work. Rhys has made lasagne, and I'm starving.
Gwen x
Entry One - Watch What's In Your Drink
You go to school. You go to work. You go to bed. You eat. You get kissed. You have sex. You fall in love, or you don't. But it's work and bed and food and sleep, two weeks in Spain and Christmas and birthdays and weekends, every single day until it stops. That's the world. That's the world I live in. That's all there is.
Or so I thought.
Welcome to this blog. If you've managed to get access to it, then you're probably familiar to the goings on of the universe, as it's locked to non-knowers. My name is Gwen. Gwen Elizabeth Cooper. And this is my story.
I am a police officer. Was. I WAS a police officer. PC Gwen Cooper, working for Cardiff police force, protecting the city from crime. I've always been hugely empathetic, and I've always wanted to help people, so a career as a police woman always seemed perfect for me. And I loved it. Yes, it could be taxing, could be emotionally draining, but I loved it. Loved my co-workers, especially Andy and Yvonne. I got on with my bosses. I was generally just happy at work.
And better than that, I was happy at home. I've been with my boyfriend, Rhys, since I was 16. He says it was love at first sight. I say he wore me down with his constant jokes. Some examples of Rhys jokes are
"Where do you find a tortoise with no legs? Where you left it." and "A man walks into a bar. Ow." I like to call this Rhysing around. He does it a lot. Then, there's the other side of Rhys. Rhys the Rant. If something ticks him off, he rants about it. We moved in together in 1997, just after leaving college. Bought a flat together in the city centre. Yes, we have our fights, like every couple does, but we love one another, and we're happy. He gets on with my friends and family, I get on with his. Well, sort of. He's got one of those mothers that man lads do. The ones who think that no one's good enough for their precious son. But Brenda and I tollerate one another.
And then it all changed.
One, very rainy, night. Andy called me up. Murder in the city. So off I trot to the murder scene to do crowd control. And that's when I found out about them. Torchwood. Mysterious Torchwood. A group of four individuals. Special Ops, they called themselves. SOCO were annoyed by them turning up and I, well, if you knew me, you'd know I have a curious nature. I need answers. I can't just sit still and let things happen. I need to know why. So I ran up to the top floor of an overlooking car park, deserted as was expected at the time of night. I watched as they brought a man back to life. Recent murder victim John Tucker. They used this.. glove.. to bring him back to life, and I watched as he spoke. Captain Jack Harkness, a rather handsome man, noticed me watching, and I ran home. Back to home comforts, back to Rhys.
In typical Gwen fashion, I couldn't let it drop. Nuh uh. I had to find out who Torchwood were. I got Yvonne to do a search for a Captain Jack Harkness, hoping that would be the key, and constantly bugged poor Andy all day, asking what he knew about Torchwood. We were attending to a bar fight, when I managed to get myself injured and we had to go to Cardiff A&E to get it stitched... Leading to me finding them again. Captain Jack Harkness running up the hospital stairs to the, sealed off, top floor. I asked a porter about the seal, and he told me it was something to do with chemicals.. didn't really stop me going inside though. Upon entering, I found a.. well, I thought it was a man in a mask.. thing. Rather gruesome looking. I asked him about Jack and it stared, not responding, until the porter came through the seal, telling me that it was nothing to do with chemicals. He stepped closer to the creature, inspecint the mask and then.. it bit him. Right on the neck. And.. well it all happened to quick. Captain Jack ran me out of the corridor as his team tried to stop the.. whatever it was.
I followed them to Roald Dahl Plass, following their SUV in our police car. I got out, tried to follow them, called them trying to get their attention. I was distracted for all of a minute and they disappeared. Vanished into thin air. So, what do I do? Leave it at that? Nope. Typical Gwen turned up that night, looking for them. I had a brain wave, seeing a pizza delivery boy. Used the pizza shop to get into Torchwood.
Amazingly, it worked. I got in. Through the information centre of all places. Then it was down this long corridor, down in a lift and through a large circular door. Inside was HUGE and I mean HUGE. The Hub was at least four stories. All of this under Cardiff. It was unbelievable. Truly. It's hard to describe how I felt when I first walked inside. Everything was so technical and brilliant. And they have a Pterodactyl. Seriously. A Pterodactyl. I won't bother telling you about the meeting other than to say Jack took me out for a drink, slipped me an amnesia pill, making me forget all about Torchwood and the people working for them.
I was woken by Rhys and a cup of coffee the next morning. Typical of Rhys to be so considerate and bring me a coffee. I went to work as normal and Yvonne asked me about a Captain Jack Harkness. I had no idea what she was on about. She got a little pissy after that. But Yvonne can get pissy as the weirdest things, so I didn't worry about it. I went into the office where they had a drawing of the dagger that had committed three recent murders. And it stuck in my mind. All day. Distracted me when people were talking, kept me awake at night. I'd seen it somewhere. I knew I had. Remembered it so well that when I tried to draw it, I could. And did, while sitting at the computer. Then I spotted a brochure for the Millenium Centre, on which "Remember" has been written, so I decided to pay it a visit. And that's where I met Suzie Costello.
Suzie Costello, the murderer. I recognised her, and couldn't work out why I knew her. She showed me the dagger, and then pulled out a gun, and rambled on about.. something. I couldn't focus on her words. The woman had a gun pointed at me and all I could think was "What about Rhys? He won't know where I am. He won't know what happened." I still couldn't place where I knew her from, and then she shot the gun and a man fell to the floor, and then.. the gun was pointed at me.
Jack stood up, and healed himself. He actually healed him. After being shot through the head. And before I knew what was going on, Suzie shot herself. And everything came flooding back to me. I remembered.
I stood with Jack as day broke, and we talked. He can't die. I know, I rolled my eyes too. Something happened to him a while back. A long story and far away apparently. And then, I was offered a job. And boy was I quick to snap it up.
So that's me. Gwen Cooper. Ex-Police woman, now working for the Special Ops. team I was so keen to find out about.
Or so I thought.
Welcome to this blog. If you've managed to get access to it, then you're probably familiar to the goings on of the universe, as it's locked to non-knowers. My name is Gwen. Gwen Elizabeth Cooper. And this is my story.
I am a police officer. Was. I WAS a police officer. PC Gwen Cooper, working for Cardiff police force, protecting the city from crime. I've always been hugely empathetic, and I've always wanted to help people, so a career as a police woman always seemed perfect for me. And I loved it. Yes, it could be taxing, could be emotionally draining, but I loved it. Loved my co-workers, especially Andy and Yvonne. I got on with my bosses. I was generally just happy at work.
And better than that, I was happy at home. I've been with my boyfriend, Rhys, since I was 16. He says it was love at first sight. I say he wore me down with his constant jokes. Some examples of Rhys jokes are
"Where do you find a tortoise with no legs? Where you left it." and "A man walks into a bar. Ow." I like to call this Rhysing around. He does it a lot. Then, there's the other side of Rhys. Rhys the Rant. If something ticks him off, he rants about it. We moved in together in 1997, just after leaving college. Bought a flat together in the city centre. Yes, we have our fights, like every couple does, but we love one another, and we're happy. He gets on with my friends and family, I get on with his. Well, sort of. He's got one of those mothers that man lads do. The ones who think that no one's good enough for their precious son. But Brenda and I tollerate one another.
And then it all changed.
One, very rainy, night. Andy called me up. Murder in the city. So off I trot to the murder scene to do crowd control. And that's when I found out about them. Torchwood. Mysterious Torchwood. A group of four individuals. Special Ops, they called themselves. SOCO were annoyed by them turning up and I, well, if you knew me, you'd know I have a curious nature. I need answers. I can't just sit still and let things happen. I need to know why. So I ran up to the top floor of an overlooking car park, deserted as was expected at the time of night. I watched as they brought a man back to life. Recent murder victim John Tucker. They used this.. glove.. to bring him back to life, and I watched as he spoke. Captain Jack Harkness, a rather handsome man, noticed me watching, and I ran home. Back to home comforts, back to Rhys.
In typical Gwen fashion, I couldn't let it drop. Nuh uh. I had to find out who Torchwood were. I got Yvonne to do a search for a Captain Jack Harkness, hoping that would be the key, and constantly bugged poor Andy all day, asking what he knew about Torchwood. We were attending to a bar fight, when I managed to get myself injured and we had to go to Cardiff A&E to get it stitched... Leading to me finding them again. Captain Jack Harkness running up the hospital stairs to the, sealed off, top floor. I asked a porter about the seal, and he told me it was something to do with chemicals.. didn't really stop me going inside though. Upon entering, I found a.. well, I thought it was a man in a mask.. thing. Rather gruesome looking. I asked him about Jack and it stared, not responding, until the porter came through the seal, telling me that it was nothing to do with chemicals. He stepped closer to the creature, inspecint the mask and then.. it bit him. Right on the neck. And.. well it all happened to quick. Captain Jack ran me out of the corridor as his team tried to stop the.. whatever it was.
I followed them to Roald Dahl Plass, following their SUV in our police car. I got out, tried to follow them, called them trying to get their attention. I was distracted for all of a minute and they disappeared. Vanished into thin air. So, what do I do? Leave it at that? Nope. Typical Gwen turned up that night, looking for them. I had a brain wave, seeing a pizza delivery boy. Used the pizza shop to get into Torchwood.
Amazingly, it worked. I got in. Through the information centre of all places. Then it was down this long corridor, down in a lift and through a large circular door. Inside was HUGE and I mean HUGE. The Hub was at least four stories. All of this under Cardiff. It was unbelievable. Truly. It's hard to describe how I felt when I first walked inside. Everything was so technical and brilliant. And they have a Pterodactyl. Seriously. A Pterodactyl. I won't bother telling you about the meeting other than to say Jack took me out for a drink, slipped me an amnesia pill, making me forget all about Torchwood and the people working for them.
I was woken by Rhys and a cup of coffee the next morning. Typical of Rhys to be so considerate and bring me a coffee. I went to work as normal and Yvonne asked me about a Captain Jack Harkness. I had no idea what she was on about. She got a little pissy after that. But Yvonne can get pissy as the weirdest things, so I didn't worry about it. I went into the office where they had a drawing of the dagger that had committed three recent murders. And it stuck in my mind. All day. Distracted me when people were talking, kept me awake at night. I'd seen it somewhere. I knew I had. Remembered it so well that when I tried to draw it, I could. And did, while sitting at the computer. Then I spotted a brochure for the Millenium Centre, on which "Remember" has been written, so I decided to pay it a visit. And that's where I met Suzie Costello.
Suzie Costello, the murderer. I recognised her, and couldn't work out why I knew her. She showed me the dagger, and then pulled out a gun, and rambled on about.. something. I couldn't focus on her words. The woman had a gun pointed at me and all I could think was "What about Rhys? He won't know where I am. He won't know what happened." I still couldn't place where I knew her from, and then she shot the gun and a man fell to the floor, and then.. the gun was pointed at me.
Jack stood up, and healed himself. He actually healed him. After being shot through the head. And before I knew what was going on, Suzie shot herself. And everything came flooding back to me. I remembered.
I stood with Jack as day broke, and we talked. He can't die. I know, I rolled my eyes too. Something happened to him a while back. A long story and far away apparently. And then, I was offered a job. And boy was I quick to snap it up.
So that's me. Gwen Cooper. Ex-Police woman, now working for the Special Ops. team I was so keen to find out about.
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