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PROLOGUE

Juliet Speed lazily took a sip of her lemonade, stroking the head of her collie, Baggins. It was a typical August day in 1959.

She opened the porch door, walking out to the large hammock that was slung between two trees. Sitting in it, she began to swing.

Back and forth, back and forth.

A high-pitched keening-noise caused her to freeze, glancing upwards.

Some sort of rock was hurtling at her from the sky, burning up in the atmosphere.

The dog whined, running back into the house with is tail between his legs. Without a second glance, Juliet followed him.

A tremendous crash knocked her off her feet. She huffed, fixed her blond hair, and cautiously approached the yard.

Or what was left of it.

A 10-foot wide crater was perfectly centered in the middle of her yard. Steaming slightly, a smooth ball of stone or other metal was resting perfectly in the center. As she watched, smoke puffed out as a door opened from the stone. Someone was coughing inside. Or wheezing. It was hard to tell.

"Oh my god!" Juliet squeaked, running to help the stumbling figure that fell out of the space-object. She turned to look at the face too late.

Green eyes glared into her own; dripping 4-inch long fangs bared at her. A tail waved behind it, 4-fingered hands limp at its sides. The greenish-skin helped her to realize that whoever (or whatever) this was wasn't human.

She screamed, spooking the creature that was lying at her feet. With inhuman speed, it launched itself upwards, burying its teeth in her neck. She convulsed as she felt a fire shoot through her veins. Her vision turned black, and she fell limp on the ground.

Dead.

Releasing her, the creature went back into its ship, closing the door. The machine hummed.

Juliet suddenly started breathing again

Dimly, she saw the ship blast away, hurtling back into space.

Her vision started to fade. This time, she new that it was just exhaustion. One thought was on her mind.

I shouldn't be alive.

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(Present)

Juliet Speed looked down at the body and sighed, wiping rain out of her eyes. Why did it always rain?

Yes, that Juliet.

After the "alien" bit her, certain changes came over her body. She had plenty of time to figure out what they were (48 years, in fact). So far, she had found super speed, hearing, sight, and strength. She still looked maybe mid-to-late 20s. Her once-pale-green eyes were now a startling shade of the same color- but her blond hair stayed the same-mostly. The tips that brushed the sides of her chin were stained the same green as her eyes. This wasn't a... mutation as she called it; she just liked the color. That was her excuse- green "contacts" to match her hair. But not everything was a "plus". There were some downsides.

Number one: she couldn't die. Every time she died, she would just wake up a few seconds later- poison, jumping off of bridges, drowning- you name it. Nothing worked.

Since she couldn't die, she couldn't age. Being a natural loner by nature, Juliet didn't have many friends or family (they had died long ago by now.) In all her 74 years of age, she hadn't ever met anyone else will her... condition. The only person she really hung out with was fellow officer, Gwen Cooper. So she took up the job that would get her behind-the-scenes.

A police officer.

The victim was exactly like the other two- stabbed from the back with some sort of blade. The similarities ended there though. The other two had absolutely no connection with the third- just random citizens, murdered for no reason.

Her friend Gwen was at her side.

Juliet looked quizzically at her. "What do you think...?" She gestured to the body.

Gwen shook her head; her accent was slightly thicker than normal because of circumstances. "I'm not sure... don't think anyone knows. But-"

She was cut off as a few people carrying boxes pushed past them. Juliet narrowed her eyes. "Hey! You can't be here- I'm going to ask you to leave."

Their leader, a tall man with brown haired, blue eyed, and excess cologne (her super senses could smell the sex-appeal on him) grinned cockily. "Torchwood. I'm going to have to ask you to leave, sweets." Juliet narrowed her eyes.

Gwen rolled her eyes. "Uh-oh.."

Raising her chin, Juliet flared her nostrils at the arrogant (yet cute) man. "Officer Speed. Not sweets. Anyway, you could be the bloody queen for all I care, mate. Police orders. No one's allowed in here."

He tilted his head, (allowing her a good view of his cleft chin) and widened his eyes. Damn, he was hot. "Any first name Speed? Jack Harkness."

He extended his hand, waiting for her to shake it. Juliet had lived for a long time- allowing her plenty of time to brood and separate from romance. She raised an eyebrow. She coldly watched him awkwardly withdraw his hand. "Just Officer Speed to you. Mr. Harkness. Sir." She blinked slowly, giving him the full view of the gold kohl outlining her eyes, giving her a sexy, wild look.

Gwen smirked slightly. Juliet was so funny around guys. "I think you just got re-jected.."

Juliet could smell the arousal on him. Or maybe he just smelled like that normally. She curled her lip.

Disgusting.

A shorter man, dark-haired with a almost frog-like face, started opening a box, taking out various tools. "Oy, Jack, quit your flirting. Tell them to clear outa here- we got a job to do."

Jack bowed ceremoniously at the two officers who were currently staring him down. "Ladies..." He extended his hand, pointing them out of the circle of caution-tape. "I believe the exit is thataway."

Juliet smirked erotically. Leaning in close to him, she delicately ran one green fingernail down his cheekbone. In a breathy voice, she whispered, "Oh, don't worry. I had every intention of leaving." Her face hardened "Bastard."

She stalked away, leaving Jack watching her hungrily. Gwen shrugged at the staring man (Who was watching Jule's hips sway). "Sorry for that.. Juliet's..."

He grinned, still watching Juliet flounce away- all the other officers stayed clear of her. "Don't worry. I'm used to it. Now, can you please leave so we can continue our work?"

Now Gwen raised her eyebrow. "And that would be?"

Jack smiled apologetically. "Sorry.. Top secret. Torchwood-only. Ma'am, if you please..."

Gwen returned his smile, extending her hand. "Gwen Cooper. Second-in-command to Juliet. I'll be going then..."

Jack shook it, before turning to his companions to begin doing... whatever.

Gwen followed Juliet, hurrying to catch up to her. She flicked water off her hands, turning to the taller woman. "So.. should we snoop?"

Juliet smiled like a naughty 6-year-old. "Duh."

"Parking lot? It has a good view.."

Juliet didn't add that her 20/3 vision let her see what they were doing from where they stood. She nodded. "Agreed."

They hurried up through the concrete building, skulking quietly in the shadows near the railing.

Jack was below them, currently blabbering on about the rain- something about fish, and pills, and water getting recycled. Juliet curled her lip in disgust. Ew.

Looking down at a watch-like band on his arm, he counted down. "3...2...1.. and... Bingo." The rain stopped completely. Juliet looked at Gwen- her stunned expression mirrored her own. "They just..."

Gwen nodded enthusiastically. "I know! Like they was flipping a switch or something!"

Juliet glanced back at the ground. One of the women from Torchwood was wearing a glove- and putting it behind the dead man's head. Her eyes widened. "Oh my god.."

Gwen glanced at her friend worriedly. "Jules? What's wrong? You've gone white as a sheet.."

Wordlessly, Juliet motioned to the "dead" man. Who was talking.

Gwen's face was ashen. "How..."

Juliet held up a finger, motioning silence. If she could just hear them.. Aha!

The dead man was speaking. "..What? I'm dead? HOW CAN I BE DEAD? You've got to help me..!"

Another man in a suit (Torchwood, most likely) looked up from a stopwatch. "10 seconds!"

Jack kneeled by the man. "Before you go again.. Please tell me..."

With her enhanced vision, Juliet could tell that he looked pleading.

"..What's it like? To actually die?" Now he had her attention. It would be so nice to die finally...

The man on the ground swallowed, his eyes looking at nothing. "There's... nothing. Oh My God! There's just nothing! Just Dark! NOTHING! Uhnnn..."

He fell limp.

Jack scowled. "Well. That was no help. Owen, why the hell did you tell him that he was dead?"

Owen (the frog-faced man) looked up from the ground, where he was putting away equipment. "Well... we told the last corpse he was injured- spent the whole 2 minutes screaming for an ambulance. We only got one shot.."

Jack looked up- his eyes flicking back and forth between Gwen and Juliet. "What do you think?"

Gwen looked like a deer caught in headlights. She darted away out of sight. Juliet looked at him coolly, wringing out the side of her coat. "Oh, I don't know. That this just may be impossible. That you may have just brought a man back from the dead."

She too slipped out of sight.

Toshiko looked up from where she was kneeling by the body. "She's going to be trouble..."

Jack smirked knowingly. "I just love trouble..."

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