Kas' Stuff
 

These are random drabbles.

When you want something, you'll effectively go to any length to get it. You'll take risks, break rules, destroy lives, just for one thing. And generally the main three things human beings do this for are, power, money, and sex/love. Right now, approximately twelve million people are breaking in, looking for the first option, a key to power. Just one of those people were working at it in Torchwood 3.

Kasana's fingers rifled through the drawer, nails seperating the paper. With brisk movements she took in all the data, processed it, and was annoyed to find none of it was to her use. That bloody Jack was unorganised as hell. His desk was a mess, it took the female ten minutes to ensure there was nothing of any use to her.

What exactly was she looking for? What could be in this office that Kasana desired so badly? What the girl was looking for, were the notes for any large, uncontrollable anomalies, alien life that needed help, her help. And an opportunity for revenge on those who had crossed her.

'Oh come on, there has to be something' she thought to herself, slamming one drawer shut, and opening the next.

Surely the 'Great Captain Jack' had something of use to her. Then, her hands passed over a sheet of paper, dated two days previously. A lot of things had evidently been happening within the week then. Several incidents that could be of use to her. She paused, the shoved the file in her pocket, before standing up, straightening out her skirt. It was a long black one, the reason she wore it however, was because she could put a blade in the waist of it. Just in case, she was wearing no shoes; easier on her feet as she went to leave the room. Then she heard someone approaching the room.

"Damn..." she cursed quietly, trying to think of a way to get out of it. An idea, or more a thought came to her mind, and she went and sat in the chair.

Jack stood there quietly watching from the window, that was outside of his office He grinned lightly letting Kasana search all over his desk for a few minutes. She was looking for something, what that exactly was, he had no clue. There wasn't anything he knew of that the girl could possiblely want or need. When she got frustrated he entered.

"Find what you're looking for?"

"No...might as well just tell you what I was looking for...files...of alien activity, anywhere, also, a form to tell the head of the entire Torchwood Department that I quit."

She watched him, standing as she stood there; hands in her pockets. Wearing the skirt and a black shirt, she sighed silently. I'm going to be retconned, no doubt about it. Watching Jack closely, she leaned against the wall; her feet crossed. Something about her stance said she'd given into her werewolf side, her canines had replaced her teeth already. Though her teeth hadnt changed, they had just become sharper and slightly more like canines.

Jack nodded and then said, "I don't keep that on my desk forever, Kas. I have Tosh write them down and keep a record of it on the Hub computers. Then I put the files back into the vault. If the Hub computer goes down then I can go down and retrieve those files and have them put back onto the computer. Simple as that...."

Jack sighed, "You're still quiting. Why do you want to do that for?"

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"I attacked Ianto...and Ive attacked Owen and You...I'm a monster Jack, no doubt Torchwood will kill me...I can't afford to put the hub at risk with me staying in here."

She looked at Jack, sighing quietly as she found a form; scribbling down the information as she pocketed it.

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Jack sighed, "If you leave, Kas, Mother Nature....."

He paused, "You know what happens to people that leave Torchwood. You're shaky at best mentally, no offense but if we do that, then you'll end up harming more people than you realize. I'll have to put you in the cells along with the Weevils or kill you."

"I'm already livin' with the weevils in the cells...and I aint Mother Nature" she muttered, "just Retcon me then, overdose me, I wont even remember bein' a werewolf or working at torchwood at all." she said. Watching Jack, she sighed; crossing her arms as she stood there.

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Jack was shocked, shocked that Kas didn't want to be called Mother Nature. When he first met her, she had inisted to be called 'Mother Nature' . Jack ignored it and now she didn't wish to be called that.

Jack sighed,"You'll be shadowed.....Kas. Shadowed for the rest of your life."

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"Then I'll stay in the cells like a good little monster."

Her eyes blazed, watching Jack. Letting out a soft sigh, she didnt want to hurt anyone anymore. Sighing quietly, she leaned against the wall. Running her right index finger over her knuckles, running her finger down her outside thigh; feeling the scars.

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Jack sighed. He moved closer to Kas, after all what was the worse she could do him? Kill him? "Kas, even if we did retcon you, over dosed you. Then what? Even though you wouldn't remember your wolf side. You'd still feel it. It's a part of you. Like me not dying is a part of me. It would come through. And then what? What would happen? A child? A man? A woman? Predator, prey and the hunt. Smell that blood, Kas. Red rich, flowing blood. Coursing down their necks. Like red vintage wine, only better."

"Shut UP" she roared, her voice turning cold; full of hate and rage as she sent a right hook flying at him, "I'm not a killer anymore...why can't you understand that?" she said almost shouting at him; she glared at him. Eyes blazing with rage, fists clenched as she unclenched them. Not wanting to go through the same process everyday, arriving at Torchwood; being sent into a cell and locked there for the day.

"I'm out of here...you can keep whatever crap is in my desk."

That was from 'Searching', a random rp thread I was in on a different site.

This is from a random, really bad, davy jones fanfic I wrote:

I shall post once you update! I love your stuff, post some poetry if you've written any.