Part Of My World

Just One Mistake

Most of the HAVEN is open to all. Is open to those who seek new starts, or to be saved from a life they cannot leave alone. Most is a keyword. Because somewhere in the upper levels (or the back levels, depending on how you view the inner spatial reasoning of an infinite hotel-) exists a space. This is a room in the HAVEN that is not open for civilians. This is a room on a floor where only Tara and her team.

And team is the right word here, not family. People that go to this room do not go to bond or form relationships. This is a room dedicated to watching media, and then watching Terra Plan TM.

It just happens to look like a whole movie theater, complete with concession stand. The only difference is a massive cork board adjacent to the movie screen. Already covered in various sticky notes and colors of string. GARTH knows when to bring old cork boards down.

This corkboard is currently covered with everything Terra knows about Torchwood the show, and everything she knows that Time Lady Leah Johnson went through.

Only four chairs exist in this room. All recliners, that no one can sit in correctly. Gamora is stretched her body on the arm chairs, staring up at the ceiling with a thoughtful look. She's sipping a glass of wine as well. Rocket is cross legged in his seat. He is also upside down, but this is a side point. It's important to know he's eating popcorn. Terra is laying on the ground, watching the screen, a plate of sugar cookies to her left and a remote to her right.

Today, they are not three siblings binge watching TV together. That was yesterday (Psych rewatches are fun for the whole family). Today, they work on an attack.

Today, they watch Children of Earth.

"Okay, children, walk into the light. Do as I say."

"What's in there? What is it?"

"Just go."

"It's safe though, isn't it?"

"Yeah. It's safe. Keep going. You don't want to be left out, do you? Everyone okay?"

"Yes, sir."

The TV paused. Gamora and Rocket turned to their sister. The Time Lady had the remote in her hands. Her thumb swirling around the pause button.

"So what do we do?" Gamora asked.

"We have all the information we need, really. Wavelength combination 456." Rocket slipped back upright.

"And the atmosphere of their planet." Gamora finished off her wine.

"The boy." The Time Lady spoke up. She clicked a button on the remote. "Why did they keep Chem alive?"

"What's that matter?" Rocket asked. "We're getting rid of them anyway. Right?"

"He survived, the others didn't." Gamora noted. She put the wine glass on the concession stand. GARTH removed it, replacing it with a fresh glass. "A survivor always means something went wrong in their plan. It's a weakness we can exploit. These fucks deserve their weaknesses exploited."

Rocket nodded, taking that in. "Right, okay."

The TV played again.

"-worked for forty four years. That's not a bad breathing space."

"Why was I left behind? What's wrong with me?"

"We know they only want pre-pubescent kids. Maybe it's got something to do with that. Maybe you were just on the cusp of puberty. Not quite adult, not quite child."

"Saved by your hormones."

"Everyone follow us please-"

The TV paused again. Not from the remote, still peacefully sitting in the Time Lady's hand. This time it paused from two other things. A blast of ecto-energy shattering the glass, and a sharp blade stabbing into the direct center.