It was a regular Saturday morning; mum and Jake where at work, Caylee had moved out and the twins were outside with friends. I was on the computer as usual when someone knocked.
I left the laptop on the sofa and descended the stairs to the front door. A man in a blue uniform was at the door. I opened it as soon as I reached it.
"Can I help you?" I asked, my voice was different to my siblings. My voice sounded slightly American while theirs just sounded normally English. It's a bit mad seen as I've never even been there.
"Yeah, I'm Captain Jack Harkness. Is Caroline Smith here?" He replied, studying me. His voice was deep and he had a broad American accent.
"She hasn't been Smith for ages, she's McCarthy now. Sorry mum's at work and wont be back until half one at least. Any chance I could help?"
"McCarthy? Is she married?"
"She married then divorced."
"What was your name?"He asked after a few seconds of staring at me intently.
"Ciara, Ciara Ashley McCarthy. Why?"
"Tell me Ciara, how old are you?" He asked urgently.
"14, I was born 5th May 1995. Again, why?" I asked; who was this man?
There were a few moments of pause.
"Don't worry, take this and call me in a week. Please don't tell your mother about meeting me."
"Right, what ever, nice to meet you Captain."I said as I took the card. There was a strange 'T' on it and underneath it had 'Torchwood' written. On the back was 'Captain Jack Harkness' and a number.
"And you Ciara; remember to call." He said before turning away and heading towards the sports car parked at the end of the drive way.
"Nice car" I called before I closed the door. I heard him chuckling before I did.
I turned by back to the door and then walked up to the living room again. The card in my jeans pocket.
A week passed and I was debating whether to call the mysterious Captain Jack Harkness. I'd done a little research on the computer, to find nothing of consequence. I deleted my history so nobody would find out I was researching him.
I had kept my word and not told my mother or anybody for that instance about the strange man at the doorway.
Today was another typical Saturday; again I was alone in the house. But this time I didn't have a laptop in my lap, but my mobile and his card. I sighed, this was stupid, and he asked me to call so I'll call him.
I dialled the number it seemed to be a landline, I was about to hang up when a female voice spoke.
"Hello?" The voice was defiantly Welsh.
"Hi, I'm Ciara McCarthy. A Captain Jack Harkness came round my house last week and asked me to call him." I said, unsure what else to say.
"Hold on one moment please."
There was a silent pause; I was beginning to get nervous for some strange reason.
"Hello? You still there?" She asked
"Yes, yes I'm here." I said quickly.
"I'm sorry to say but he isn't in at the moment, I'll get him to ring you when he gets back." She said, it didn't sound like a lie.
"Okay that's fine, Thank you" I replied.
We seemed to put the phone down at the same second.
It felt like a small weight had been lifted from my shoulders, again it was a feeling I didn't understand.
I was another few hours before I got called. I put the TV on mute and answered.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hey, Ciara its Jack. I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions."
"O-Kay. What would you like to know?"
"Tell me about your father."
"My supposed father don't you mean." I replied.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm nothing like him, it's strange."
"What's his name?"
"Kieran Gerard McCarthy, I don't see him anymore." I said.
"Why?"
Because he's a nasty piece of work, I thought to myself.
"Because he hit both my sisters, because he twists things, because he did it while he was sober, because of things that happened years ago." I said angrily, I took a breath to calm myself.
"Did he hit you?" There was tension layering his voice.
"No, because I'm his 'little princess'" I said sarcastically. "If this is something to do with him, if this is one of his tricks for me to start seeing him again then tell him from me not to bother, I've had enough of his sick mind games; trying to blackmail me with the boys."
"Boys?"
"My little brothers, Ollie and Charlie. Their kids from after his marriage to mum. Their only little." I said, sadness leaking into my voice.
"This isn't a set up. What did he do to black mail you?"
"He said we couldn't see them unless we saw him." I said, downstairs the front door opened, the sound of mums shoes on the wood rose.
"Hey mum!" I called.
"Hi love." She said back.
"Can you please not tell your mum who you're speaking too?" He said.
"No problem" I changed my voice to as if I was talking to one of my friends.
"Ciara can you meet me tomorrow in Uxbridge?"
"Corse I can, I'll just clear it with mum." I said, keeping the tone up. "Mum! Can I go shopping with Courtnie tomorrow please?" I called downstairs.
"That's fine; I'm in all day tomorrow anyway." She shouted back up.
"Thank you!" I said finally.
"I guess I'll meet you there." He said.
"Bye" I said before hanging up.
Why did I trust this man? He was old enough to be my dad.
Whoa, my dad? He did look a lot like me; he did have the same accent but a lot broader that would explain the reason why he wants to get to know me.
Okay I think I'm getting a little ahead of myself, I have a dad. Mum wouldn't lie to me would she?
That night I couldn't stop thinking about Jack Harkness.