Here we go, a new story, completely not in the pop culture right now. good. Now, I don't want you all to hate me for using my own name, because that wasn't the point. I saw the name Alice. C. on the credit role, and decided that Alice was English enough to use. I didn't want to use some stupid name that doesn't even make sense. So, Alice is our girl, and this is how I like fanfictions, with lots of OC characters. (You can dream bigger with OC's you know)(Theres only one OC in this, sorry, that didn't sound clear.) Anyway, I just want you all to know, that my favorite line, which made me love Jack, was "You know, people used to even call me the Face of Boe." I smile every time.

-She was running, or at least, that was all she remembered before she fell into the whiteness. The bright white of nothing, weightless nothing. Then, after who knows how long she fell through it, she landed in water, salty water. Around her a great expanse of salty water. Close by was a wooden dock, with a tall man diving off it into the water. She didn't know how to swim, and was very glad when the man who dove in held her head above the water.
As he swam them both back to shore, the girl realized that he had been speaking. Something about a rift, time and space, and travel shock. None of it made sense, but she listened anyway, waiting for something to come up that she knew about. He talked on and on about aliens and strange things until they reached shore, where he lead her to a truck, and she promptly passed out. But not before hearing three words from the man, "...Captain Jack Harkness."-

The weirdest things happen when you've just woken up, and the girl was confused, strange sounds and voices, smells and feelings. She barely remembered anything except the man, Captain Jack Harkness, and that nasty salt water. She noticed a sound, a voice, had registered in her ears, and she tried hard to focus on what was being said. They all sounded a bit muffled, and sometimes she missed a word, but she did make out two very clear voices.

"... good thing you found that rift break, Tosh, I don't think the girl could even swim. If I hadn't been such a hero and dove in, she lighted have died." The girl knew this voice, she had heard it before, it belonged to the man, Jack. But more voices joined in now, none of which were familiar to her.

"oh yes, Jack, your life is so hard to live; always being the hero." It sounded like a woman, but a kind one. Laughter, from what seemed three other people, rang out through a very tall and wide space.
She opened her eyes, curious about the new voices, to see that she was lying down under a plaid wool blanket in a glass room. Before her was a coffee table, with a full pot of tea sitting on a tray, waiting. A large cup with three sugar lumps in it sat with the pot on the tray, right next to a milk pitcher. The whole set together was black, with thin, little white "T" 's on them. The next thing she noticed was how close the voices really were to her, only one glass wall away. In that room, there was a short, dark hair woman, next to her was a taller woman, with long dark hair. Sitting at the conference table in the middle of the small room was a man in a suit and a nice red tie. Sitting with him was another man with short dark hair and a long smile. And at the head of the table itself was the man, Captain Jack. Standing tall and strong before these other people.
She watched them awhile, not really listening anymore, watching them joke and laugh about what happened after her rescue. (she figured since she was in the water, and the man, Jack, and mentioned rift to her, that she was probably the one they talked about.) She started to doze off again, with their voices a soft white noise for her ears.

When she awoke again, much more awake this second time around, she looked around more. What caught her first attention was that it was darker, that the natural light was gone, meaning it was night time. She worried that she was left here by herself tonight, and started to panic. She sat up straight, quick as a whistle, when she saw him a third time, Jack, which she final decided to call him, was sitting in the same room with the conference table. He had been reading a book, or maybe a paper, when she sat up. He was startled by her quick movement, and nearly tipped himself out of his chair. If the girl hadn't been so frighten, she would have laughed. He rushed into the glass room of hers, which again had a warm pot of tea and essentials with the thin white "T's" on the tray, and sat down before her.

"it's good to see you're awake, we were beginning to worry. You fell through a rift, a break, in time and space and are now inside the Torchwood headquarters. My team isn't here right now, they will be in about, oh, eight hours. They got a pretty uneventful day, except for you falling from the sky. You had me scared when you about went under, I'm glad I got to you in time. I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself, I'm..."

"Captain Jack Harkness... You told me that already." She was shocked by her own words, and by his reaction. So was Jack.

"Well that must mean you know the rift speech."

"Not really, I wasn't listening much the first time."

"good, I like talking like I know something really cool." He said this with a bright smile, one that she thought might be brighter then the sun.

"Now, you know mine, but what about your name, unless you're alien, it's bound to be a simple one, so tell me, who are you?"

"Me? Well... Just call me Alice Tyler, Daughter of Rose Tyler." Alice never knew that right then, that she had said something that would change her world forever.

Please do tell me that wasn't horrible, I know Jack is all gay/Bi or whatever, but sometimes he really just needs someone who will... lets say, be with him a long time. I have decided to not put up another chapter unless people like this prologue, because I am really nervous about writing again, I am just not sure. Any-who, I hope you all will enjoy this chapter, I will continue to watch the rest of the Torchwood series, finish Doctor Who, and wait in vain for the third season of Sherlock to start. (Also, let me know if there are any mispellings or bad grammar, because sometimes I don't always catch it.)