Hidden By Aliens

A Thousand Thunderstorms

Leah hated her job.

Okay that's a lie.

She loved her job.

She hated her coworkers.

(Okay maybe not all of them. Ianto was nice when he started talking to her again, bringing her hot chocolate without request. Still so full of guilt about Lisa. And Gwen was nice too when she forgot Leah was an alien)

Aunt Chloe had assured her that was a universally shared opinion on Earth.

Leah just didn't understand humanity- why they behaved like they did. Why were Gwen and Harper hiding the fact they were sleeping together, or why they were sleeping together at all. She couldn't understand why Ianto and the Captain weren't shagging on the regular, given the predisposition of the 52nd century man. She didn't understand why her aunt didn't just admit that she wanted to go out on dates but felt obligated to watch over Leah.

She didn't understand any of it.

She also didn't understand why the system for filing the weapons was just 'if it fits, it sits'. What was good about that?! How did these humans function with this crap before Leah was dragged along? Oh right, they hadn't, that's why they let Suzie use a murder-glove.

At least the Captain was getting better at checking for those things.

Now Leah could properly organize it all.

She could make sure the truly deadly things were left in permanent disrepair, tucked away in a dark corner or the sheves.

She made sure weapons humans could use nonlethally were closer to the front. Weapons that if used by humans would kill them were kept in the middle.

She could repair the rest to her heart's content.

She liked repairing things.

She wanted to repair and build things when she was older. Back on Gallifrey, she always imagined herself working alongside the time capsules. She saw herself repairing them, healing their wounds so they could go off in transit as they liked.

She wondered if that was why the Doctor brought her future self along. Someone who could repair things like a time capsule.

Only Leah had never learned.

So neither did her future self

But Leah knew things now. Knew how to fix all of it- for whatever purpose it was good for. Whether that was the inventor's intention or not.

==HBA==

See, Leah didn't like her coworkers.

Her coworkers- or polite jailers- didn't like her. Not since finding out Leah was an alien. Then it was all cold shoulders and long distances. That was fine. They did the same to Chloe, which was less fine.

So Leah thought it suspicious that Toshiko Sato was coming quite close to the tech vault.

Yet Sato came close.

Close enough for a chat.

Leah was suspicious of being that wanted to chat for no reason. That had never left her anywhere good.

The fellow tech geek smiled politely at Leah. It was an awkward hesitant sort of politeness. As if, not even she herself believed she was doing what she was doing.

Leah could understand that, talking to humans was hard. Talking to aliens that you're trained to hunt down must be hard. Did she sympathize? Hell no. She was one of those aliens.