Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Torchwood or Doctor Who. I did create Cate Thomas, but that's probably just as obvious.
A/N: Enjoy! And, if you happen to feel like reviewing, it would make me very happy as this is my first story ever. Thanks!
Oh, and, this is starting under the Torchwood section, but it will eventually continue under the Doctor Who section. Just a bit of a forewarning; it'll make more sense when it gets to the point where the switch needs to be made. And I'll warn you all again when it happens, too.
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August 3, 2007
I've never kept a diary before. I mean, I've tried over the years, but I always ended up so far behind in my entries that I just gave up. Besides, it's not like my life was the height of excitement – I lived in Stowe, Vermont, a teeny-tiny New England town with more cows than people, I swear. It embodied the word "quaint", which is basically a nice way of saying… well, "dull". Don't get me wrong, I loved my life… but it was simple, all of it. Nothing Earth-shattering ever happened, so keeping a diary wasn't exactly a necessary task – it was pretty much the same things every day, with very little deviation.
So yeah, the point is, I never kept a diary, because there was no real reason to back in Stowe. Let me tell you, there's reason now. I'm not in Stowe anymore. I'm not even in America anymore, but at least that much was planned. I was on vacation with my parents, "across the pond" as they say. We were taking a self-guided tour of England, Ireland, Scotland, and Wales.
It's that last one there that got me into this mess. Wales. Cardiff, specifically. Cardiff and its darn rift. (Rift? Should it be capitalized? Probably. Darn Rift, then.) Cardiff and its darn Rift that actually exists.
It's not supposed to. It obviously does, and I should know – I fell through it, after all (though I think they have that terminology slightly wrong; I never felt gravity working against me or anything, I just sort of… walked through it, I guess). But this Rift really, really, really shouldn't exist. This Rift was made up for the television show, Doctor Who (and its spin-off, Torchwood). Seriously, going to Cardiff should not mean having to genuinely worry that you're going to go walking through the Rift from Doctor Who/Torchwood, because they are TV shows and, thus, fiction. But I guess not everything that should be true, actually is true.
Because, believe it or not… What I just said is the truth. I fell (walked?) through the Doctor Who/Torchwood Rift, and crossed from my dimension – where all of this is a TV show – into the world of the Doctor and the Torchwood team. I am in a TV show. And I can't get back home. Ever. Now I know how Rose Tyler felt – or, more accurately, how the Doctor felt, because at least Rose went with her mom, dad, and Mickey. But Rose was all the Doctor had then… he lost everything to a different dimension, and so did I.
Ah, enough with the depressing stuff. I had my good cry over it, and guess what? I'm still here. And here is where I'm going to stay, so I may as well get used to it. So far – besides, you know, the "sorry, you can't get home" bit – it's actually been quite nice. I do like it here, in Cardiff… I have to try to look on the bright side. I miss my home, my friends, my family, more than words can express, but I can't do anything about it. So I'll focus on the fact that I always thought it would be amazing to travel with the Doctor or work for Torchwood, and now I am!
Well, the second part, anyway… technically. It's all pretty complicated, and it's way too late to get into all that tonight. I definitely need to get some sleep; it's been a long day! But, suffice it to say that I'll be getting this sleep courtesy of one Captain Jack Harkness, who's created a bit of a "guestroom" for me – in the Torchwood Hub! (Ok, so it's really just a corner sectioned off by a few potted trees, with a mattress and blankets on the floor, but it's comfortable enough, and still a nice gesture!)
