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Title: A Psychic Detective's Investigation in Wales
Fandom: Psych/Torchwood/TOC Files
Genre Crossover
Summary Shawn goes with Alan to Cardiff and learns that aliens are real
Follows It's a Gift
Author's Note This is unbeta'd and something that's been floating in my head since halfway through the previous story. I tried to make it clear for those who didn't know both fandoms. If anything is confusing, please let me know.

At Alan’s use of the “magic word”, as it were, PC Davidson shuffled them out of there in his patrol car, using phrases like “international incident” and “averting police scandal” to stave off arguments from his fellow constables. He found them a room at a mid-price hotel. The man at reception probably would have turned them away if not for the police presence.

Davidson walked with them to the room. “There’s no need, Constable,” Shawn said. “You’ve done more than enough.”

“I vouched for you. I took you away from a crime scene based on one word. I just want your word that you’ll stay put.”

“I know you took a great risk for us,” said Alan. “You have my word that we won’t set foot through that door until you get here tomorrow morning.”

“Right, then. I’ll need to make some calls before I come get you.” He headed back down the hall.

“Say hi to Gwen for me!” Alan saw the man’s step hesitate before continuing. He then went into the room to see Shawn drying his hair with a towel, the TV on.

“I think I found a report on the murder, but I can’t understand what they’re saying.”

“It’s Welsh. Keep switching channels and you’ll find English.”

“When are we going out? Are we letting the action at the crime scene die down?”

“Shawn, we’re not going out.” Alan headed for the bathroom. “I’m taking a shower and changing out of these wet clothes. You had better still be here when I’m done.”

In the shower, Alan berated himself for forgetting, however temporarily, what had happened on Earth, to Torchwood, to his friends. He had to follow through on his story as an observer. Even though none of the others back at SBPD would know, he wanted Shawn to see. In his excitement, he had neglected to make adjustments, and, because of that, had almost lost Shawn to Weevils. Finished, he dried off and slipped on the robe provided. He then placed his wet clothes on the towel warmer. He stepped back into the room to see Shawn had changed into dry clothes, lying on the bed and watching TV.

“I didn’t take you for a fan of Welsh drama.”

“I don’t know what it is, but I can’t stop.”

Alan sat on the edge of his bed and adjusted the sling. “I think it’s time I fill you in on a few things.”

“Ooh, bedtime story!” Shawn turned off the TV, positioned himself against the headboard, and looked to Alan with rapt attention.

Alan couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, I guess it could come across like a bedtime story, though more like a Grimm fairy tale. Just keep in mind that it did happen.” Alan took a deep breath. “Our story begins in Scotland, 1879. Queen Victoria is on her way to Balmoral Castle, but, due to a tree on the rail line, she is going by coach. A man, who called himself ‘The Doctor’, and a ‘feral’ child appear on the road. He shows the Queen his ID, which shows him to be from the Provost there to protect her. As it is getting late, they decide to stop the night at the home of Sir Robert MacLeish. When they arrive, Sir Robert tries to dissuade Victoria, but as her late husband had been a friend of Sir Robert’s father, she is adamant.

“All is not right at the house as a group of fanatics have taken Sir Robert’s wife and the maids as hostages, locking them in the cellar along with a cage. Sir Robert is forced to entertain the Queen and her entourage without telling them anything.

“The fanatical monks open the door to the cellar, allowing the light of the full moon inside. The man in the cage changes shortly before the Doctor and Sir Robert arrive to free the women. They escape, meet up with the Queen, and run to the library where they try to find out what they’re up against.

“After many sacrifices, including Sir Robert, the Doctor kills the werewolf, claiming it was actually a Lupine Wavelength Haemovariform, an alien life form that possessed the body.

“The next morning, Victoria knights the Doctor for his heroic actions, and then, believing him to be a threat to the Empire, banishes him. This incident also makes her aware of otherworldly threats that could threaten ‘her world’ and she creates an institute to defend against them. She names the Institute after the home of the man who had sacrificed his life for her even through she had accused him of treason.”

“Torchwood,” said Shawn. “I take it things have evolved a bit since then.”

“Big time. At one point, there were five ‘cells’: London, Glasgow, Cardiff and India.”

“That’s only four. Where’s the other?”

“Lost, At least that’s what I’ve been told. India was disbanded in 1918 and London—known as Torchwood One—fell in 2007 after an experiment had unforeseen consequences.”

“Unforeseen? Someone had to realize something was wrong.”

“Not when it involved beings crossing over from another dimension.”

“OK, I get how no one would have seen that.”

“Well, there was one, but the Director refused to do what he said as he was basically there as a prisoner.”

“The mysterious Doctor.”

“The very same.”

“All right, let me just go out on a limb here and say that the Doctor is that friend you mentioned before, the one who was into temporal physics.”

Alan smiled at Shawn’s memory. He really had to be careful about throwaway comments. “Yes, but this isn’t his story. Now comes the part as to why Cardiff.”

“Does it have to do with the Weevils?”

“Indirectly. There’s a space-time rift in Cardiff that spits out any number of things. Some are harmless artifacts, some are dangerous pieces of technology and some are aliens. When Victoria heard of this, she created Torchwood 3 to monitor all the traffic. They had a large archive of items collected over the years.”

“Had? What happened to it?”

“I’m not done, Shawn. Hold on.” Alan stood and looked out the window towards the bay. “On New Year’s Eve 1999, the leader of Torchwood 3 killed himself after killing all of his team but one. This man didn’t believe in Torchwood 1’s way of doing things and recruited people he knew shared his beliefs. When Torchwood 1 fell in 2007, he became the Director by default.

“They worked well together until last year when two of them died saving Cardiff and one more a few months later during that incident with the 456.”

“I remember that,” said Shawn. “The Chief was really freaked out when Iris began talking like that. She even went so far as to hand her to me to hide so she wouldn’t be taken.”

Alan sat back down on the bed. “That shows a lot of trust if she was willing to let you take her daughter.”

“I think it was a combination of that and the fact that I was the least likely she’d ask.”

“Anyway, Jack, desolate after having lost those he loved, left.” Alan didn’t think it was his place to tell Shawn the personal side of what happened to Jack’s family.

“He just up and left? Didn’t anyone try to get a hold of him?”

“Shawn, when I say left, I mean left the planet.” Alan smiled at Shawn’s confused face. “Knowing Jack, he probably charmed himself a ride.”

“So how many are left?”

“One. She used to be with the police and the constable that found us used to be her partner. Otherwise I don’t think invoking Torchwood would have done a thing.”

Shawn just shook his head. “This is all just…so much to take in. A top-secret agency that once practically spanned the globe defending Earth from aliens is now relegated to a woman working from an apartment in Cardiff. You can’t make this up.”

“It does reform at some point in the near future; I’m just not clear on the date.”

“So that kinda ruins your plan for me to see the place, check out how they work. What do we do instead?”

“Well, we’ll see Gwen in the morning and, hopefully, we can clear things so PC Davidson won’t be in any trouble.”

“What about the murder? Shouldn’t we offer our help?”

“Oh, you can’t deny you’re a detective. You even want in on an investigation halfway around the world. It all depends what kind of case it is. They could have it solved by tomorrow.” He stood and headed for the bathroom. “I’m going to check on my clothes. Why don’t you see what’s on for room service?”



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