Disclaimer: I do not own White Collar, Torchwood The Bancock Saints, Splice Or Decoys.
After that, not much happened for a little bit. Sure, there was a Riff spike every now and then, but no dangerous stuff came through, save one Weevil. It was somewhat boring, but there was still an unknown threat in the air, like a clam before the storm. This was Cardiff after all.
One advantage to lull though, was Neal had to time to get use to his new home. He finished his apartment with a chair and a small pink stature of liberty her found while shopping for plates, there wasn't room for much else, even a table. But he got use to eating on his bed, actually he got rather good at it, not spilling a drop of anything on the sheets. He wall-papered most of the apartment with drawings, mostly of people. Violet said it made it looked like serial killer lived there.
Violet came over practically every night to work on that book of nature, and how to survive off it. She would write about what plants were edible, what plants were poisonous, how to kill a buck, field dress it, butcher it, run a trout line, and Neal would draw pictures to go along with it. More than once she wound up falling asleep, and spending the night. In these long sessions they both found that there was always more to learn about the other.
"So you've really only ever had two boyfriends?" He asked one time, as he drew a picture of a danilion.
"Yep." Violet answered, pulling out another piece of paper, "Well, three if you count the forty-eight hour fling I had with a mechanic in So Ho."
"Who were they, may I ask?"
"Well, " Violet said, smiling and cocking her head in thought, "And you're gonna love this, and assaian name David Mannix. "
Neal let out a small laugh. "I guess we have similar taste."
"Well, only somewhat." Violet replied, "Calla's more of a mysterious, sultry secret agent woman, while Mannix is more of a Bannock Saint wannabe."
"The other?" Neal asked.
Violet casted her eyes down and paused before saying in a very small voice, "Michael."
"Oh," Neal said. He knew that Michael was one of the two boys and one girl that she teamed up with at the Emerald Eye Training Center, who forced her to appraise for the their slave trading operation after the Emerald Eye was dismantled. He also knew Michael was the Leopold to the other boy, Declan's Lobe. "How long did it-"
"Up into the end," Violet emitted, "But it was a very toxic relationship. He loved Declan more than he loved me."
They both looked down uncomfortably for a moment, and were quiet then Violet said, "So, how many girlfriends have you have?"
''Serious relationships or relationships in general?" Neal asked.
"Both." Violet said.
"Well, I've had several girlfriends over the years but not many serious ones," Neal explained, "The most serious one I ever had was Kate. We would've got married if..." His voice trailed off.
He didn't have to finish that sentence. Violet already knew all about it. "I'm sorry."She said, reaching her hand across the bed and gentle touching his.
"You know, I think you would've liked her." Neal said, "And she would've liked you too."
"Even if I do monopolize most of your time?" Violet asked.
"Hey, it's not like either of us have anything else to do." Neal said.
Violet laughed a little, breaking the melancholy of the moment. "What about Sara? Were you two serious when you left?"
"I honestly have no clue." Neal said, " But I think we might have been getting there."
And it wasn't one way. Neal talked about his life before the two had met, eventually telling her everything from the first time he ever picked a pocket to the disastrous last few weeks of career as a consultant with the F.B. I. They became very good friends.
It was during one of those sessions, they recived a late night call. Neal had been trying to diagram a method of making clothing last longer by cutting collars and cuffs off and sewing them back on reversed, so that the frayed part was hidden-not exactly natured involved but a good trick to know-when Neal's burner rang. The two looked nervously at each other as Neal picked it up. "Yes, Jack?" Neal answered.
"There's been some kind of disturbance at Colman Labs." Jack explained, "We've confiscated alien artifacts from them in the past, so we're gonna check it out, be there in ten. Oh, and do you have any idea where Violet is? She's not answering her phone."
"Yeah, she's with me." Neal said, looking over at the girl, "We're be there in ten." Then hang up.
"What's going on?" Violet asked, already getting up from the table and putting on her jacket.
"Some sort of disturbance at a place called Colman Labs," Neal said, grabbing his own leather jacket.
"Ah, I remember those guys," Violet said, "Had to confiscate a bunch of alien herbs a two months ago."
"I think it might be a bit worst that this time," Neal said, putting his fedora on and walking out the door with Violet trailing behind him.
A ten minute drive later, Violet parked her scooter in front of a large bright white building. As the pair dismounted, Martha showed up in the door way and gestured her them to come inside.
"We got started without you," Martha told them when they got to the doorway. As they walked down the hall Neal asked, "So, what happened?"
"We're still not sure, really." Martha admitted, "We've been searching, but we haven't found anything yet, and what's left of the staff is being very uncorpotive. All we know so far is, two people are dead, one's and comma and might not make it, and six are seriously injured, four of those might not make it either there's several pieces of broken furniture, and there's a giant hole in the wall."
"A what?" Neal asked.
They walked into a room where Jack and Gwen were trying to get the story of what happened from a tall, balding man in a white coat, to no avail, but the most starling thing about the scene was the giant whole in the back wall. It wasn't circular, it was some kind of other shape, but Neal couldn't put his finger on what it was. He leaned over to Violet and asked, "What does that look like to you?"
Violet stared at the hole. She wasn't sure what it was either. She stinted at it."I don't know."
Just then were distracted by Gwen saying, "We're not gonna back off of this! Tell us what happened here!"
Neal looked over at Gwen, Jack , and the man in the chair. Jack took notice of the newcomers for the first time. "Neal, Violet, allow me to introduce you to Dr. Raymond Morgan, the Head Researcher here at Colman Laboratories." Dr. Morgan looked up at Neal with an almost contemptuous look. The man didn't appear to restrained in any way, so Neal had no clue what his problem was.
"Nice to meet you." Neal said, looking back at him.
"We've been trying to figure what caused that," Jack continued, gesturing towards the hole in the wall, "And the deaths and injuries, but he won't tell us anything, and he instructed the rest of the staff that's not currently in hospital to do the same, so we're hitting a couple of brick walls." Then Jack got idea. "Hey, Neal, you pick up any interrogation skills?"
"I'll see what I can do." Neal said. Then he proceeded to walk over to Dr. Morgan as slowly as he could, trying to figure out how he would get this guy to talk. "Come, Neal, think," He thought to himself, "What would Peter do?"
He finally got over to Dr. Morgan, then leered down at him and said, "Listen, we know something happened here, and we know it's alien. We've caught you with alien tech in the past. Remember the herbs?"
Dr. Morgan said nothing. Neal hadn't expected him to. Gwen was really more equipped for this than he was, but he didn't mention it. Instead Neal grabbed the empty chair beside him, turned it so that it was facing Dr. Morgan and sat down. "Now whatever this is, it looks to be a lot more serious than those herbs, and I think it's pretty obvious that you can't handle it. Now, two people have died already and I from what I heard five more people are likely to die. Don't let it get any worse."
"Hey guys," Violet said, standing over by the hole, "I think I know what made this, or at least what it looks like."
"And what's that?" Gwen asked, looking up.
They all watch as Violet stood in front of the hole, which was almost exactly her height, as she said, "A person."
They all looked at each other with shocked expressions. It made perfect sense, but no ordinary human could inflict this kind of damage. "Is that true?" Neal asked, turning back to Dr. Morgan. "Were you holding someone prisoner here?"
"What's make you think they were a prisoner?" Dr. Morgan asked.
"Well whoever it was obviously didn't want to be here." Neal said, gesturing around the room, which aside from the hole in the wall also contained the remains of a table and chairs which had been smashed to smithereens.
"But it can't be an ordainary human." Gwen pointed out, "I mean they forced their way through a bloody wall."
"Okay, Dr. Morgan." Jack said, "I think it's time we have the truth."
"It's a little hard to explain," Dr. Morgan said, "I'll have to show you." Then he got, started to walk out and said, "Please fallow me."
"A year ago we found samples of alien DNA." Dr. Morgan explained as they walked down an empty hall, "We mixed it with human female DNA."
"Are you telling me you created a human-alien hybrid?" Jack asked, somewhat surprised.
"Yes," Dr. Morgan replied, "Although now that you say it out loud I realize how bad it sounds."
"But why would you even do that?" Gwen asked, "I mean, you're a pharmaceutical company."
"We were hoping that by studying the DNA and anti-bodies we could find a cure for humanities most deadly diseases."
"Kind of like Splice ?" Violet asked.
Dr. Morgan looked exasperated, but said, "Yes, if you like."
Neal looked over to her and whispered, " Splice? Really?'
"I didn't think it was a great movie." Violet whispered back.
"And this hybrid was it-" Neal began, cringing as they passed a blood smear on the wall, "Was it what did this?"
"Yes," Dr. Morgan said, opening a door. They all stood still when they what was in there.
In the center of the room was a huge glass chamber that had a gapping jagged hold in the center, the floor was stored with glass and blood and clear fluid.
"This is where it started," Dr. Morgan explained, "We had her in a developmental chamber so she would grow faster."
"She?" Martha asked.
"We, ah, determined the gender was female," Dr. Morgan explained, "She would even sometimes look like a completely human female. We never could figure out how she did it."
"Dr. Morgan, do you have any security footage of the break out?" Jack asked.
"She broke several cameras, but we should at least have some of it." Dr. Morgan answered.
"We need to see it."
Dr. Morgan led them to the security and put a tape into one of the camera monitors. The screen lit up and the room they had just been in appeared except it was cleaner and the development chamber was whole, and there was what appeared to be a beautiful young woman with long blonde hair, who appeared to be sleeping. Everything seemed to be going alright until a man with brown hair, wearing a white lab coat steeped in. He looked at some of the controls, then froze in his place. After a moment he looked around, as if trying to see where a sound had come from. Then he looked up at the chamber, just staring at it. Then he walked over to, as if in a trance. He stopped in front of the chamber, and looked down at it. Then, suddenly, the young woman's eye's opened and she lunged forward, breaking through the glass and grabbing the man's neck. She held his throat in her hands for a few minutes, and the man struggled but his struggling got weaker and weaker, until at last, he stopped, she let go, and he fell to the ground, dead. She pushed herself out of the tank, and stood there a moment. A bright light slide down her body, and she went from a human woman to a wiry green creature with trendils running down from her head. She stormed out of room. Then went on forty minute rampage through the building, smashing everything in her path, including the security guards and scientist and lab techs and even a couple of janitors who dared attack her. The most bizarre thing was, in the middle of her rampage, she grabbed one of her attackers-a fair skinned lab tech with blonde hair-slammed him up against the wall and kissed him. The frightened young man hit the creature and kicked at her until the fruststrated creature slammed his head against the wall and let his crumpled body fall to the ground.
When they had finished watching the tape they were all quiet for a moment, then Jack said bleakly, "We got a problem."
"Other than the obvious, War World Two?" Rex responded.
"Yes, cause I know what that is," Jack said, "It's a Ged. Or rather a Ged hybrid."
"A Ged?" Gwen asked.
"An alien from the planet Zircon," Jack said, "They're dangerously strong, aggressive, and in their early twenties the females have the unstoppable urge to mate."
"That explains why she kissed a lab tech in the middle of a battle for her life." Gwen said.
"Yeah, and it's only going to get worst." Jack said, "She is going to try to charm every man she meets until she can seduce one and get pregnant. And if that happens-"
"What?" Violet asked, "What happens if she gets pregnant?"
"The offspring would be a monster that could destroy the human race." Jack answered.
"Okay," Neal said, "So we have a huge problem."
"We've just went from Splice to Decoys," Violet added.
"Yeah," Jack said, "I know. And yes, we have."
"I didn't know," Dr. Morgan said, "I swear I had no idea."
"That doesn't matter now," Jack said, "Do you have any idea where she might have gone?"
"She's never been out of the chamber until today!" Dr. Morgan exclaimed.
"Well was there anyone who might have seen which direction she was going after the break out?" Jack asked.
"A couple of securitry guards ran after her." Dr. Morgan said, "Came back five minutes later limping with broken bones. They're in hospital now."
"Do they have names?" Gwen asked.
"Jim Rollins Chase Blank." Dr. Morgan answered.
As they walked out of the building Jack started giving out orders. "Rex, find out what hospital Rollins and Blank were sent to, Gwen listen to police reports in case anyone reported a necked woman. "
"If she's still necked, she probably couldn't have gotten far." Violet pointed out.
"If?" Rex said, typing on the computer in the van.
"Well, she could get clothes somewhere." Violet said.
Meanwhile in the middle of the city, the Ged hybrid was walking around trough the city, necked as a jay bird, looking about in a daze, unaware of the people staring at her. All of a sudden a voice called out to her, "Miss? Miss?!"
She turned around to see a thin young man with dark brown and brown eyes walking up to her. "Do you need help?"
"I don't know," She said, sounding confused, " I not sure where I-"
He draped his leather jacket over her, "Let's get out of the cold and get you some clothes, okay? Look, my name's Colin, what's your?"
"I don't know," She said as Colin lead her away ,"I don't think I have one."
After they made the walk to Colin's flat, he sat the slender girl down on his futon, and said, "Okay, I think a-lady friend of mind left some clothes here, I'll find them, you can put those on, and then we'll get you to a hospital, okay?" Then he went into his room to retrieve the clothes.
"Why do I need to go a hospital?" She asked.
"Because you're walking around in a daze, completely necked, and to top it all off you don't even know your own name." Colin called from the other room. He came back in the lounge carrying a pair of kakis and a long sleeve button up blue and red checkered shirt. " You can slip these on in the bathroom." He said, "It's in the bedroom, on the left." She walked up to him and took the clothes. "Sorry, there's no underwear, she didn't leave any over here."
"That's okay," The young woman said, taking the clothes and walking into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
She put on the shirt and kakis and looked at herself in the mirror. The fog that was in her head was starting to clear away and she knew what she had to do. She had to mate. That boy out there would do perfectly. She ran her fingers through her hair, toss it about, popped three buttons on the shirt, and walked out of the bathroom.
"You ready to go?" Colin said.
"You know," She said, walking towards him, "I don't really thing I need to go to the hospital."
"I know your probably scared," Colin said, "But we need to get you help."
"You helped me," She said, getting so close to him that they were mere inches away, "Maybe I should thank you for it." Then she kissed him. Startled, Colin pulled back, shouting, "W-What the bloody Hell are you doing?!"
"Come on, Colin," The young woman said, "Don't tell me you don't want to."
Colin had to admit, she was quite beautiful. Tall and slender, with an hour glass waist, long blonde hair that went past her shoulder, big blue eyes, and soft but striking features. No, it was wrong. Clearly something turmeric had happened to her, and because of that trauma she was attracted to rescuer. It would be taking advantage of her. "Look, you've obviously suffered a trauma," Colin said, backing away, "You don't know what you're doing. I-"
Suddenly the young woman grabbed him by his hair, saying through gritted teeth, "I do know what I'm doing!" Then she slammed him against the wall, knocking him unconscious. She looked around, enraged, not knowing what to do. Not knowing what else she could at the moment she speed out of the room, down the hallway, knocking over a dark-haired girl in a waitress uniform, and down the stairs. The dark-haired girl, whose name-tag said Janie, stood herself up, dusted herself off, and looked around, but the blonde blur that hand knocked her over was gone. Then she turned around, and saw her neighbor's door was opened. That worried her a bit. She walked into the apartment calling out, "Colin?" Then she saw him, lying on the floor, his blood on the wall. She screamed.