Torchwood: Zero

beep. beeep. Beep. BEEP. BEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!

The noise of the alarm clock was enough to wake the dead. Or to completely and utterly piss the dead off, whichever came first. Nonetheless, from underneath a pile of blankets, a hand shot out and fumbled with the switch on the clock. Nimble fingers easily made the offending sound stop, and the arm retracted back into the makeshift burrow. Its owner grumbled in satisfaction, and the mound shuffled a little before deep and slow breathing could be heard once more. But ten minutes later, the alarm went off again, and a muffled, frustrated roar sounded from the bed.

"Alright! I'm up!" came the cry, and the cluster of blankets was thrown back, revealing a disgruntled man. His auburn hair was mussed and tousled, and he blinked bleary hazel eyes several times to get used to the bright sunlight. One hand fumbled on the nightstand for his glasses, putting them on his face so that the room came slowly into focus. Beside him, an orange tabby meowed with distaste, moving and crawling back under the covers once more.

"Lucky sod."

Groggily, Alistair stood and stumbled to the bathroom, muttering obscenities as he went. He flipped on the light, and then carefully got into the shower. He jumped at the initial shock, then sighed, leaning into the warmth and practically purring at the deliciousness. He yawned, stretching and taking a gulp of the water to get the bad taste of morning breath out of his mouth. He washed himself and his hair, eyes closed in pleasure as his body slowly warmed up again.

He dried off and dressed rather quickly after that, brushing his hair and his teeth before meandering out into his kitchen. He prepared a simple breakfast for himself and practically inhaled it before dumping the dishes in the sink, grabbing his coat, keys, and briefcase, then leaving the house. He locked the door securely behind him, then got into his car and drove through the streets of Belfast, making his way to his place of work. To any passing city-goer, it would seem like he was going towards a ruined, crumpling building, but most would just assume he was some guy from a big company coming to oversee the property to build something else there. Who else would drive such a fancy car out to a dangerous and probably off-limits area?

At any rate, Alistair soon pulled his car into the garage in the back of the building, which, once inside, looked completely different. He parked next to Ara's car--as always, their cross-dressing leader had beaten the doctor here. Smiling to himself, Alex made his way down inside the Hub. Ara was in his office, pouring over some papers and sipping his coffee slowly.

"Hello luv. Looking fabulous as ever today~!" said Alistair, popping his head in and grinning cheekily at the bitch in the red dress.

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