Part I - chapters 1 to 3

I try to translate my french complete torchwood fanfiction _ Meanings of universe_

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Part 1 – chapter 1

- Do they dream? She asked.

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Forty eight hours earlier.

A very noisy music reached the ears of Jack. Pushed to high volume, the surrounding speakers of an old car spat a piece of U2. The quality sound contrasted in a funny way with the old car.

At night of hunting, a new night. Ianto remained in the hub, the other incomes in their truth life.

Out of pure curiosity, Harckness followed brown, old 304 French model, who called back to him his breakaways spent in Paris. The driver sang in kill - head without caring at night, of the deserted district, its nearness with the sewers of Cardiff. She parked on the quay. The silence gobbled up last music echo. The lapping of the water made the rest. She was held some seconds in the car. A kind of was rather long lengthened her right hand. She staggered.

• Oh no! Sighed Jack, still?

He who wanted to bring in, he freed the door of the tank which was of use to him of 4X4 and skipped outside. Beings with big teeth and with flat nose were not far.

The silhouette made about fifteen steps towards the left, along the platform. The red light at the end of her mouth and some volutes of smoke relieved by the reflections of the water in the moon let guess the enormous cigar which gobbled up her lips. Very big, square, she made a good metre eighty.

A childish light crossed the glance of the ex-traveler of time.

He always managed to find something again, something funny on which to focus to carry out these tasks so indefatigable as certainly vain. Little as a poet forced to participate in a world of blackness would get fresh ideas to every tiny plot of land of humanity and sweetness. This time: the reflection of the water, a woman and this cigar, the small light of the incandescent ash at night.

A dry snigger finished his pondering. Three deaf rumblings and a hand full of claws had just snatched at night the drunk woman.

The bewilderment was crossed, the adrenalin circulated fast in the veins of the victim, giving way to the action. Her blood, mixture of panic and lucidity, streamed in a spirit worn-out to the delicate situations. Hers reflexes and her cold blood redid fast surface, luckily her platen machine had already just protected her from a famous bite.

The bat of baseball also was not useless but forces her of these tiny creatures intimidated by the light of the cigar would make fast the difference.

• I can help maybe? Slid the captain by attacking the left creature.

It was good a woman, about forty, not a beauty as far as the platen machine and motorcyclist's jacket offered few forms but the charm, certainly. She got out of it well. The spirit of Jack retained the dark green of the eyes, her long lashes and her a little bit sick paleness which owed nothing to do with the fight. She would not like for a long time.

Harckness finished the 2nd monster when she collapsed. The third aggressor placed under anesthetizing, he threw an eye to his discovery. Eyes concentrated on the small blue veins in the corner of the closed eyes, then passed in the perfect plan of the mouth. Whiteness of the complexion underlined the red pounding with lips. As a fruit the tepid, sweet and delicious texture of which we already imagine - He swallowed and a point appeared to the hollow of the breastbone - but held on tasting what attracted him so much. She stank of the cigar moreover!

The damages were not serious. Her only health and not wounds were the cause of this faint. The intensifications of motorcyclist's coat had been very useful as well as the platen machine. He smiled by thinking in delirious of uniform - of protection, he is going to say it to hiself - that he could make wear to his team members.

Eyes at the middle closed opened, ready to jump up again, the woman put piercing and deep eyes on the man tilted over her. She had too a glance far too hard to correspond to her age. Intense and surgical in his perception, serene and ready for everything. The pupils of Jack got bigger. For one or two seconds, they remained absorbed, as we can be, pensive in front of one own reflection. Them two glances contacted and resounded at the same time : whom are you?

Chapter 2

II

- Do they dream?

Her deep and feminine voice resounded a few moments in the corridor and in the entrails of Jack. As if this question called back to him his sudden sound of his own skeleton, a cave of bones wisely piled by the evolution where it was still possible to him to be vulnerable. Thus sensitive. He raised the head.

Alice contemplated one of the weewil which had attacked her. The translucent wall which separated the frecnh from the animal did not almost seem to exist. He might had to gesture, to show teeth, to mutter or to roar - Jack did not know any more too much than it was there - the cold green glance always dived into the eyes of Alien. Fascinated, she seemed to dream beyond the appearance of the monster to investigate its soul. What did she see beyond that Jack did not see, had not wanted to see?

Something glittered in the corner with her left eye, as a droplet of emotion - sat in the corner, near the glass cage, Jack swallowed with difficulty -

He corrected his judgment : a droplet of condolence, rather. Imperceptibly, the rib cage of the woman next to him had got up, expiring a heavy and soothing breath.

Remember yourself, Jack, resounded a voice in the head of the captain. He frowned. Had anybody ever cried for a weewil ?

Chapter 3

Cooper observed the Frenchwoman for some minutes. Her policeman's instinct and the acquired experience in the service of Torchwood augured no good to her as for this newcomer. As in sound accustomed, she spoke to her with frankness :

- But who are you, Alice? Gwen ate away at the height of her lip by looking at Alice.

- Why this question? Says Alice with an a little shocked pout.

- Because you impress Jack...

The woman emitted a small snigger and a roguish point illuminated her cold glance.

• It is because I shag more that him !

Alice took back her road then turned around towards Gween. She fixed one moment the future mom, twenty good centimeters separated them. Took the hands in her and made her sit next to her.

- If you are her friend, do not forget it. Jack is a child, Gwen. As ourselves... She diverted eyes towards the grey ground of the warehouse. An old child... but a kid all the same. Especially at the moment.

Alice got up, the air sinks but a smile with lips, hurling a glance full of feelings and tenderness on the young lady in dark hair.

- And you know what, you too impress him, Gwen...

The young lady opened the mouth, hesitated and kept silent finally. Alice's left hand settled on Gwen's arm.

- In fact, we impress him all. It is as well for it as he stays here.

A kind of annoyance crossed the spinal column of the co-team member of Jack. Her dark eyes hardened, her breath held on of itself. Alice perceived the attack at the very moment when she formed in the thought of Gwenaëlle. A very justifiable touch of jealousy doubtless. After all, she(it) landed there in the middle, hardly saved from the claws of monstrous extraterrestrials and she already gave them lessons. Her impatience had had her one more time, and her claim, and her desire that there is necessarily a right answer or a solution, necessarily !

Instead of waiting and observing humbly to miss nothing the reality. That was not as it that it was necessary to act with the human beings, she knew it... but being human, why would she be completed ? Same Harkness was not him , not still...

The eyes called back herself where she was. She went out of her thoughts.

- How do you know all this? Said Gwen of a little bit dry tone, as expected. You already knew Jack before it?

- No... I know him only for twelve hours, Gwen. But she holds on oraliser her thought, if she said that like that, Gweenie would be even more suspicious and irritated against her. Not the good tactics thought.

She liked the young mum, to tell the truth. She called back her proper "youth". The young lady was smart, impulsive and reflected at once, loving and just. The efficiency of a machine is nourishing by the benevolence of an angel, and all this made Gwen Cooper. Not amazing that the same Jack had cracked for her. Poor man Harckness, she thought, always in representation not to disappoint them, eh...

Gwen seemed accepted her "no", it was spontaneous because really.

- But everybody can make a mistake, added Alice...