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243 sniffled softly as he cleaned up from his newest punishment, trembling when he jostled his broke arm. He didn't know what he'd done but his owner had come in in a right rage and caught him cause he'd been the slowest of the 'workers' in the kitchen. The mess of food, blood and fluids left after the man's rampage was in turn left to him to straighten. It was a task that was hard to accomplish one handed but he knew from hard won experience that he wouldn't be allowed to bandage his injuries to the kitchen was absolutely spotless...and if it wasn't done by morning's light?

He coughed, wincing as his body protested the extra motion, and carefully threw away the last bit of ruined food before looking around then checking the window. It was one less round of abused he'd receive the next day but it wasn't as comforting a thought as it had been even a year ago...if it had been a year already.

The little slave made his way back to the quarters were the rest were to bandage himself up, stumbling when he started to cough again. He closed his eyes, willing away the pain, but when he opened them he was no longer looking at the Rose marble of the hall nor could he hear the normal sounds of the castle like mansion he served in. He looked around wide, eyed a type of panic clenching at his chest. "Oh no...no no no..."

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It was a beautiful day. Esther was finally getting used to the California weather and the contract of what a few dozen degrees could make. January in DC was horrible. In California, it was paradise.

She wandered along the boardwalk, aimlessly thinking about work and how much her life had changed. A women and roller blades zoomed past her, a golden lab following close behind. Esther watched them for a moment her head turned as she kept walking forward. Maybe she should get a dog. She was lonely. Of course she didn't know if Rex liked dogs. She didn't want to do anything to upset Rex, no matter how obvious he'd made it those feelings she had for him would forever go unrequited.

She gasped when she was jolted out of her thoughts. She nearly tripped over the child on the boardwalk. Esther looked down, confused by not only the dress style but how dirty the child was and how frightened he was. Instinct kicked in and Esther knelt down by the little boy. "Hey, are you alright?"

The boy jumped with barely audible yip, shying away from the woman as she knelt. He shook his not in an answer but simply cause he didn't understand the woman. Not that he was facing her it was obvious his arm was at an odd angle and badly swollen. When he spoke it wasn't in english but in a language not from earth. "Where...where am I?"

"It's OK. It's going to be alright." Esther says soothingly. It reminds her too much for things she'd have to do for her nieces when things would get bad with Sarah. "Don't be afraid."

The odd language throws her. Esther's familiar if not fluent in more languages than she ever even used back at the CIA, but she's never heard this one. "I'm...sorry?" She looks around to see if anyone's coming to claim the boy when she notices his arm.

Esther winces but forces a smile. "We have to take you to get seen. Do you understand? You're hurt." She nods to the arm, hoping he'll understand.

He edges back a little more as Esther talks, wincing when his back contacts something solid sending a sharp flare of pain through him. When she looks away he considers bolting. Its only the fear of punishment and knowledge that he'd be easily caught that stays him.

The boy understood two words from that and looks a bit panicked. His knowledge of common was very very limited and when it came to speaking it it was more limited still. "No..No hurt..fine." If he was brought to a healer he would beaten severely. He'd have more then a broken arm to worry about. "See? No hurt."

Esther doesn't know what to do. It's obvious the boy is terrified. Abuse like this she hasn't seen first hand. Sarah was never like that even at her worst. "Your arm is broken." Esther gently taps her own arm in the place the little boys is injured. "Doctor. You need a doctor."

But she can't take him to a hospital. Esther keeps her eyes on the boy as she calls Owen. This will have to be a Torchwood matter. "Owen?" Esther keeps her voice calm and steady so as not to frighten the little boy in front of her. "How good are you at setting broken arms? And then some?" She doesn't tell him it's a child that needs his help yet.

OOC: Owen's gonna tag in now.<3

Owen's just hanging out at the medical suite of the Torchwood HUB and he's got his arms folded over his chest. He's taking a nap of all things by the time Esther comes back with the kid.

There's a pile of reports saying they've got another kid that was picked up. He ignored that one and its likely the jet lag that got him to where he is when it comes to Owen's much needed nap times.

Then there's the interruption that comes with it and he looks up at Esther. "Oh, Barbie it's just you." He's going to stick to calling Esther that until when ever. "Yeah, I know how to set bones. So what'd you break now? Don't tell me it was a little toe."

Gray clung tightly to Esther as she carries him and burrowed close when Owen starts to speak, his body going tense. He trembles in the woman's hold before coughing raspily. The boy really doesn't want to be there. Honestly he could take care of his own wounds. He'd done so before.

"It's fine, sweetie. He's the doctor. He's going to help you." Esther carries the little boy towards Owen, keeping close to the child as she address the doctor. She's go a smile plastered on her face though. "God, you're worse than Rex. What is wrong with you?"

She doesn't point out to Owen that she got shot in the chest helping Torchwood stop the Miracle. Esther knows he's just being a prick, but she doesn't say anything more. "It's him." She nods to Gray in her arms. "Broken arm. Maybe more. I thought he was homeless but..." Esther's mind is already spinning. "Does Jack have one of those vocal translates around here?"

Owen finally sees the kid being brought into the medical suite and he frowns. "Uh, Barbs there's more than enough hospitals in Los Angeles that help with kids." He's cranky, he's had no sex and he's been having a hard time with sleep thanks to his broken rib problem. "Try having a giant demon throw a trash can in your direction and you'll be a ray of sunshine too." Except Owen tossed professionalism away long ago while he was still in A&E.

He's not going to send the kid off into the streets now and he looks at Gray. "Okay, I'll fix the arm. So what's your name?" Owen says, as he kneels down at Gray's level. "And, on't worry we're not gonna hurt you. Translators? I should have one on my desk somewhere." Somewhere is a big thing when it comes to Owen's desk where there's a crap load of paperwork.

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The boy tenses more and more as Owen nears, positively quaking. Its trained instict that makes Gray look away and not meet Owen's eyes. "I..I don't understand." He whispers. "No..No hurt. Fine." He chokes out, coughing again.

"It's not my fault you got hurt." Esther's little brush with death made her a lot less tolerant of people's bullshit. Even so her voice is hushed so Gray doesn't pick up the harshness in her voice. "And you really think a hospital is going to let a dead woman drop a kid off and not ask questions?" She rolls her eyes at Owen then starts for the translator to make the language Gray's speaking understandable before she notices Gray tense and claim to be fine in English.

"He's been saying that since I found him. I don't know why. He's scared of someone finding out he's hurt, I think." Esther doesn't want to leave the child's side but she doesn't want to leave what he's trying to tell them not understood. "Just pretend this is your son. He's someone's son and you need to be nice to him." Esther shoots him a look then goes to dig around his desk for the translator. For a girl with her background, this is actually pretty easy to find.

"Well maybe you should of...Oh forget it!" Owen looks at the kid and he knows all about what happened to Esther. "I thought Harkness covered all of that mess up. Anyway, you're not dead. You were just shot and survived. Its nothing new in the world Barbie."

Owen looks back at the kid and he frowns. "Hey, you'll be fine there kid." He's already trying to get him to calm down. "I'll even let you pick out the color plaster for your cast." He's not an ass when it comes to kids. He maybe the better one with them compared to Ianto or Jack. "Right, you've got no idea what I'm telling you."

Gray tenses again as Owen looks over at him and starts talking. When he finishes he attempts at what he hopes is a hopeful look. "I'm fine? Go? No healer? No trouble?" He edges away from the two adults. Maybe he was dismissed? He hopes he is...he rather disliked all the attention.

"Not yet." Esther steps aside to block the child. "You need a cast." She says as she fiddles with the translator. She's used to computers but this Torchwood tech is still new to her. She never even got to play with the I5s yet.

"Owen, do you have a sedative or something." Esther hates herself for even suggesting it, but it's clear the child is in a panic and perhaps in shock.

The kid understood him and that's a good thing. "Yeah, I have something. Just try to distract him and I'll.." The kid's scared and Owen goes to get a syringe from a drawer and a sedative. He turns his back around and he goes to ask. "So, do you like football kid? Well, kid seems like an odd name. Do you have a name mate?"

((OoC: If Esther doesn't mind. I'll have the Translator start working. Make it easier on everyone lol))

There was a soft snick from the device and now Gray whimpers and murmurings are in plain english for the adults and in what ever language for Gray.

"Foot..football? I don't understand." He looks up at Esther as she blocks him and then to Owen, shaking some. "Name?" The child considers, thinking. It has been a while since he used his name. He hadn't want his keeps to have it. Finally he answers softly. "Gray."

OOC: fine with me!

Esther tilts her head as the translator does it's job. The tech here never stops amazing her. "It's a game, sweetheart." Esther kneels down to distract Gray while Owen gets the sedative. "We call it soccer here. You kick a ball to your friends." She says soothingly with a wide smile. If only there was a ball or something to distract him now.

She flashes Owen a 'hurry up' sort of look before focusing on Gray again, the smile still in place. "Gray. I'm Esther. It's nice to meet you." She has no idea if the translator is making him understand her or not. Esther doesn't mention Owen, no need to draw attention to the guy who's gonna jab the kid with a needle.

Once Owen got the name of the kid his face became pale, and he went to give Jack a call. Then he goes to administer the sedative and do his doctor mojo.

Jack on the other hand goes to rush into the medical suite from the main office as fast as he can. The fact Owen told him it was Gray as a child was more pressing then his much older sibling. There's a chance this one hasn't been broken by what happened in the past.

He rushes into the room and he goes to look at the little boy with wide eyes. "Gray of Boeshane..." Jack calls the little guy by name and he walks over towards the gathering by the table.

There is something about how the woman was acting that set up warning bells in his head. He tenses again, watching her carefully. "Kick ball..." That's what they had called it. Gray lowers his eyes as the woman introduces herself. Gray bows to her murmuring. "Its good to meet you.." He glances at Owen as he injects him with something, fear going through him only to give way to a sort of warm floaty feeling.

Only to cringe when someone calls out and whimpering, afraid of being punished.

Esther frowns when Owen makes the call. She doesn't understand what the big deal is. Sure the boy is lost, strange but why is Owen so upset? "Owen. What about his arm?" She asks before she sees the look on the doctors face.

Esther focuses on Gray again. "It's alright it's alright." She says gently before she hears Jack rush in. She goes to explain what happens with the child and tell Jack his name, but he beats her to the punch.

"How do you know that?" Esther steps back from the table, allowing Jack enough room to get close. "Have you seen him before?" She asks worriedly.

Owen is of course going to take care of making sure the broken bone is taken care of so he's going to be busy doing doctory things to Jack's kid brother.

Jack just stops there and he looks at the scared kid, he knows that face, he knows it too well and he's shocked to see him here at this point. His face twists and he tries to keep himself from loosing the composure that he should have.

The what happened, Jack can only guess the what happened and he looks to see if Esther has the translator. "Esther do you have it so it will translate English for him? If not press the green button on the corner."

"Gray, it's okay." Jack tries to be reassuring, and he goes to kneel down at the table. How can he tell the little boy it's his big brother, the big brother that let go of his hand on the beach the worse day of his life. Or one of the worse days of his life.

He looks up to Esther and he looks at her. "Yeah, I saw him so long ago and so far away." He's not sure how to say it. "He's my little brother.." He's not going to throw in the shit of 'my' or 'who's' into anything right now. He's got his terrified little brother right here and Jack's fighting the urge to simply hug him. "Gray. It's me." If there's anything that maybe Gray would recognize it could be those eyes, the face of his big brother..

Gray looks up slightly, examining Jack as he spoke to the other two. There was something indeed familiar about him. Maybe it was the soft pheromone scent that Gray always associated with his brother, or perhaps it was the concerned look maybe even the bright blue eyes that held just a hint of mischeif but Gray recognized him.

The boy suddenly tackles the man in a tight hug even as he whimpered as his aching body protested, making him tremble against Jack. "Big brother..."

Esther does exactly as her new boss tells her with the translator. Her heart breaks a little when Jack repeats the words he told her on that beach a while ago. Long ago and far away...

Before she can even speak the little boy throws himself at Jack with no care of his injuries. "Oh..." Esther worries about the injuries, of course. "The rift?" She looks between Jack and Gray, a bittersweet smile on her face. "Is this good or bad?" She knows nothing of the real story of what happens to Gray that day, but it's clear from the boys reaction that he hasn't seen Jack in far too long.

The old memories of what happened that day with Tosh are forgotten, the brother he froze because he couldn't stand to watch another die that day is past history.

He's got his brother even if this Gray is not and never will be his. He's got his little brother where no harm, the threat of him breaking isn't there and Jack without consciousness to the injury to the boy goes to give him a big hug. "Little brother... I missed you."

He lets go when he remembers Owen told him he was hurt. "You're safe now and these people are here to help. They're my friends." Jack tries to assure Gray if it's possible. "Yeah, and it can be very good for him. He'll stay with me and Alisa for as long as he wants."

Gray flinches with the pain put doesn't pull away, just burrowing closer. "Missed you too." He sniffles softly, pulling back slightly when another coughing fit hit. He tries to cover it as Jack talks to him, still not looking up into the older eyes. He just nods as Jack's attention turns to Esther.

He watches them silently, still clinging to Jack with his good hand.

Esther sniffles as she watches, wiping her eyes as she nods to what Jack says. She holds the translator in trembling fingers. "He's just a little boy. How did this happen?" She asks, forgetting Gray can understand everything she's saying now.

"I missed you too," Jack warmly says, and he will stay there for as long as Gray wants him. I need you to let my friend there look at your arm alright?" Jack again tries to reassure Gray that Owen isn't going to hurt him.

He looks over to Esther and he recalls he never told her much about him. "We're both from the future." That's all he'll leave Esther with for now. "Three thousand years in the future to be exact."

Gray shakes his head. "No healer. I'll get in trouble..." Not even Jack would be able to protect him if Gray was caught with a doctor without permission. "I'm fine. I can take care of it..." He sways a little as the sedative takes a bit of a firmer hold.

"Trouble?" That's what jump out at Esther the most. Gray's words are too similar to her nieces, though she doubts Sarah ever brought this level of neglect on the girls.

She watches the boy sway, then looks at her Boss. "Jack, what the hell happened to him?" Esther asks, her voice breaking a bit.

"You won't get in trouble Gray," Jack's voice is reassuring, and he keeps his arm around his younger sibling. He's worried, he looks over at Esther. "Long ago and far away, we were separated when the planet we lived on was invaded."

Jack goes to look away from Esther, knowing all too well this isn't his brother by universe he seems uncomfortable to really talk about it. "We ran together, I accidentally let go of his hand and they took him." He knew what happened in the end to his own brother, his brother was broken beyond repair and ended up trying to kill his friends. "These horrible creatures did this to him."

Gray leans into his brother's hold, half dozing now as Jack's warmth gave him a sense of safety. He coughs hard burrowing closer as the adults spoke, whimpering softly as he spoke of the invasion. The mere mention of the invasion always conjured the screams and the pain and always held a special place in his nightmares.

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