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Hello! You're one of Jack's little minions aren't you?

[ Owen looks up from his cup of coffee that he bought from a newsstand near the tourist booth. With a grumble, about the fact it was balls-o-clock in the morning he is anything but chipper. Dammit Harkness and his chipper morning loving... He furrows his brow, and he sighs. ]

Fuck. [ Mutters Owen. ] What's it to you, mate? [ He casts a look of sheer annoyance on his face as he looks at the skinny bloke. ]

Bloody UNIT newbies. [ He mutters under his breath. ] And most important of all who’re you?

Jack always needs to stop it.

Aw but he makes it look good. [ Though she's just saying that because Annoyed Torchwood members after spending a month babysitting Master... Soooooooo worth the WTF looks. ]

[ Owen looks at his coffee cup with a sour puss on his face. ] Damn bloody mornings. Nobody who's important gets up at this damn hour. [ Owen mutters. ]

Course he gets around, so I'm surprised to hear you'd want him to stop. [ He stops walking towards the little tourist booth that's nestled at the edge of the docks of the Plass. ]

There seems to be enough Jack to go around the damned city.

[Eleven can't help his chuckle. Mornings were relative for him considering he didn't need to sleep much.]

Or enough Jack to go around the universe. What did he do?

[ Owen continues to give The Doctor the surly look of death. He just stays there, and eventually he looks into his cup of coffee with a look of surly longingness. ]

You're one of his fuck toys aren't you? [ He really doesn't do mornings. Owen really doesn't do any time of the day when he's in a shit mood. ] I'll have you know I'm not joining one of his orgies.

I heard rumors of horrible things no man should witness happen in those. And if you need to know... No man should be pulled out of his bed to put up with whatever crap he's got me doing today.

Bosses are annoying, right? Always telling you what to do and shit... bossing you around.

Ohh..not a morning person...that's alright. I'm The Doctor. [His face shifts from surprise to acceptance and all the way back to chipper in the span of two sentences. He is a touch eccentric and completely crazy but well he is a 900 year old Time Lord. One would be crazy if they were that old.]

And I might work for UNIT occasionally but I'm not a newbie actually. I'm pretty sure I helped start it.

[ Owen couldn't agree more. A job in the States wasn't a bad idea, but he hates the idea of being out of his turf. With a smug look on his face, he leans over on the counter of the bar.

He's able to block out the scent of trash, as he nurses a bar and a terrible case of jet lag. Owen needed to get away from the rest of the team, and a bar in a city he's not familiar with was the perfect place. ] Yes. Mine seems to think taking jobs in another country is a brilliant idea.

[ Owen grumbles under his breath. ] I'd thought you Americans would have a someone to deal with their alien problems.

[ Charlie tried keeping the bar trash-free but then he also started collecting cool trash here and there and there's a bag of rotting fruit on the bar stool next to the one Owen's sitting on. Yeah.

He's all grins when he hears the words 'alien problems'. ] You believe in aliens, dude? Me too!

Or are you like... a disguised alien? It's a pretty bad disguise if that's what you're trying to do. I didn't know aliens drank beer.

[ It was more than just the bar that smells of trash. Oh how, the streets of South Philly retain the wonderful smell of piss and trash in the air! This seems to be more so thanks to the warmth of the summer.

Owen looks at his cold beer and he finally takes a sip. It felt good and he's got every intention on going back to the hotel smashed. If he can wiggle his way out of his job by pretending to be sick, so be it. He is the team doctor after all. Now he didn't intend for the word alien to be heard, and a cruel smile forms on Owen's face. ]

Yes, I'm an alien in disguise, and I'm complete rubbish at keeping it. So let's not go about causing a fuss. I'd hate to see what'd these blokes would do to me if they happen to find out.

Your secret's safe with me, alien guy!

[ Charlie is taking this super seriously and he just can't stop staring at the awesome alien customer. ] I could tell like, really easily because I know a lot about aliens and monsters and stuff. But regular people aren't going to be able to tell.

[ He reaches out to pat his forehead and general... face area. Charlie's hands smell pretty bad. ] Do you wanna be my best friend, alien guy? It'll be like E.T. but with more beer!

Edited 2014-08-06 18:06 (UTC)

[ Owen is about to fire a retort when it came to mornings, but not when The Doctor introduces himself to him. Owen stops to stare, at The Doctor with a look of disbelief on his face.

And he wonders if this isn't some dirty trick one of the others are trying to play on him. ] So, you're claiming to be Jack's doctor? [ Owen knew Jack ran off with him, and only to come back to Torchwood. It was better than having Tosh run things for sure, but Owen seems to have his doubts about this guy. ]

And what proof do you have of this?

[ Owen groans, he's just happy that when this is all good and done that he'll be back in Cardiff. He takes another drink of his beer when Charlie offers to be his 'best' friend. He sighs, why oh did he attract nutters like shit attracts flies.

Owen keeps his head hung low and his attention on his beer. This is when fucking with someone ends up failing miserably. He groans again, and he holds up his beer in hopes Dee will bring him another. ] Do you now? As for friendship, let's not, it'll end up causing my entire race to go extinct. Happy emotions tend to be bad for the heart and everything else.

But don't worry; I'm not going to suck your brains from your skull unless provoked.

[Proof? The Doctor pulled out his TARDIS key and pointed it at the blue box on the corner. It made a sound like a car unlocking and he raised an eyebrow at Owen.]

Fancy a look at the TARDIS?

[ Owen follows The Doctor's lead towards the blue box with an even bigger look of disbelief on his face. ]

You've got to be fucking joking. [ Owen still isn't in the mood, and perhaps this is why Jack wants him here. He looks away from the TARDIS, and he sips his coffee. Maybe he beat Ianto here; oh, if this guy is for real he can rub it in Ianto's face.

A grin twists on his face, and he motions with a hand. ] That means you get to prove it to me that you're not some nutter.

So does that mean your coming? [Grins and opens the door walking inside and leaving it open for Owen to follow.]

We can go somewhere if you'd like. Just a quick hop, back before anyone notices you're gone. Wake you up properly. [Grins a little like a madman.]

Why, what is he doing? Can't be that bad -- right?

[ Owen's facial features crinkle, and he puts a hand to his chin to think. ] You're still not proving to me that you're not some nutter. [ This can be one thing to rub into Ianto's face, or perhaps use it for ammo for Tosh.

Just damn, he's exhausted. Owen looks down at his cup of coffee, and then towards the open doors. At least this guy seems to be whom he seems to be, but when in Cardiff things are never as they appear to be.

He sighs, and he tosses his cup into the bin. ] Somewhere? Okay, if you're this time traveling Doctor of Jacks... How about we both go somewhere quite, so I can take a bloody nap. [ Owen holds back on asking The Doctor to take him to the mythical planet of the three titty alien babes. Somewhere out there such a place must exist! ]

No. [and the Doctor kind of resents being referred to like that.]

So he made you wake up early?

[ Owen's in a shit mood, and this strange guy seems to know Jack. He doesn't seem to be in the mood to be chipper, and it shows from the scowl on his face. He lifts his cup of coffee to his lips, and he takes a sip from it. It might help with the mood. ]

Yes, it's all part of this job of mine. [ Owen grumbles. ] So how do you know Jack? [ Owen's curious. ]

Ah, you're one of Torchwood then?

[Then he smiled a bit] I'm the Doctor!

[ Owen knows he shouldn't tell, but he's not exactly going to worry about what Jack will say. His shoulders sink in, and Owen gives The Doctor a tired stare. ]

That's me, Torchwood. Dr. Owen Harper. [ So this is Jack's Doctor, the one who was to fix whatever is wrong with Jack. Owen tilts his head to the side, as if he's expecting to see someone far more impressive. ]

I'm Jack's doctor who not only patches up the rest when they get shot, but I get to do most of the dirty work.

[If Jack said anything the Doctor would set him straight. As for now though he'd keep his mouth shut.]

What else does he have you doing?

['Most of the Dirty Work' wasn't a phrase the Doctor liked very much.]

[ Owen looks around, and of course there's nobody out to worry about. He then looks back at The Doctor, with a smug look on his face. ]

I'm the guy who gets to find out how victims of vicious aliens attacks bit the bucket. In simpler terms, I'm the team pathologist. And trust me, it's a damn dirty job.

[The Doctor nods. That's a bit different than his definition of 'dirty work']

It sounds it. Though it's important.

[ Owen's still wondering why The Doctor is here to visit. The man seems to be too busy saving the universe as Jack puts it. The sour mood's still there, but Owen's too tired at this point to care.

If this guy's important, then Jack shouldn't mind if Owen brings him down into the HUB. He can use a few pointers from the best expert there is on aliens. ]

Yeah, and it sounded important from the tone of Jack's voice. Why don't you come down there with me and have a look. Chances are Jack's gone off to poke around for whatever it is that's causing a ruckus. You're the expert we're modeling our whole careers after, sides I can use an extra hand or two.

Well, I'm not really a medical Doctor but, I can do my best.

[He had a bit of medical knowledge, and almost limitless knowledge about other things. Maybe he'd be able to offer some insight after all.]

Don't worry, I'll handle the medical side of things and you can handle the strange side.

[ Owen pushes the door of the little tourist booth open, and leans over to open the door that leads to an elevator. ]

And if Jack should pop in, I'll try to figure out an excuse as to why you're here.

Alright.

[Eleven follows behind Owen, because if he thinks it's strange it probably is.]

I don't think you'll need one.

[ Owen leads The Doctor down the tunnel to the lift, and eventually the two make it down to the HUB proper. He's aware of to his knowledge of no, Doctor visits, or Jack would have made a fuss.

Owen waves his hand without any fanfare. ] Welcome to the HUB, this is where were plan to blow up the alien scum of the universe, eat pizza, and shag each other rotten on the couch.

If you and Jack need a bit of time there, just let me know! [ Owen is a responsible second-in-command, yup! ]

Then I'll be sure not to sit on the couch.

[He was surprised at how well put together it all was and even more surprised that there was a pterodactyl]

We don't need any time on the couch.

[ Despite their unprofessional take on things, Torchwood is well put together and competent sometimes. Owen leads The Doctor down into the pit where he did the prep work for an autopsy later that evening before heading home.

The doctor smiles, and he reaches down for the box of examiner's gloves. He takes a pair for himself, and he hands the rest out to The Doctor. ] Feel free to help yourself to a chair when we're done. [ Owen motions The Doctor to come look into the exposed body cavity of the young man who had been plucked from a marsh near Swansea. ] Come look and tell me what you think.

[ The Doctor will see wires, lots of wires, and mechanical parts inside of the man's gut. Owen plans to save the best part for last. ]

[The Doctor chooses to look at the man's gut without any sort of protective gear. Whatever he has, it's not going to be something he could catch.]

Cyberman? or Dalek?

[ Owen moves the organs off to the side, the protection is something he wears because touching internal organs without them is gross. The cranky doctor, The Doctor met earlier seems to fade into some form of professionalism.

With a shake of his head at the question, Owen moves enough of the 'organs' to plates on another table to expose a metal backbone. Stepping back, Owen uses a pair of tongs to point at the vertebrae. There are tons of wire nerves, and Owen looks concerned about what they've come across on the streets of Cardiff.

There are pieces of armor that litter the rest of the HUB near Toshiko's workstation. They hardly look like the armor that belongs to that of a Cyberman or Dalek. ] Nope. We've had a Cyberman in here before, and I had the honor of cutting her open to take a look about.

As for a Dalek, I've heard stories that those things look like something Lovecraft imagined. This. This thing's different.

[The Doctor watched the whole process with a bit of fascination. Whatever it was was different. He may have seen it before, he may not have 1200 years is a long time.]

Yes, it is. Where did it come from?

[ Owen puts the pen he was using to poke at the insides of the carcass with to his chin. He's sure Jack won't have his hide mounted on anything if he told The Doctor about the Rift. He's so sure The Doctor knows everything there is about the Cardiff Rift. ]

It came through a Rift in Time and space that just happens to be right here in Cardiff. Though, our resident genius thinks there's more than one Rift on this planet.

As for the planet, I've got not a clue and Jack isn't being of much help. [ He then points to where the brain is exposed. And with a closer look, there is implant resting on the frontal lobe. There's a fine thread of wires that lead deeper into the brain, so whoever did this knew what they were doing. ] But this guy here's human, the thing that did it to him -- well I know that bloke ain't.

[The Doctor wasn't going to confirm or deny what he did and didn't know about the Cardiff Rift or any other Rift on the planet. So he just nods.]

No, whatever did this wasn't human. [Though this whole thing was a bit strange even for the Doctor.]

[ Owen looks up at The Doctor, he nods at that assumption. No what it was, it wasn't human. Then again he knows some assumptions have been wrong, he steps back with a hand to his chin. ]

Or it was human, and they used something that wasn't from this world to do this. There's too many possibilities. But I'm going with yours, you're the bigger expert on these things than any of us. So Jack says.