Full Summary: It only takes one moment for your life to change. Whether it's meeting a new person or changing your look that single moment can define everything past that point. And it's up to you to decide what you'll do during this moment. Will you hide from it? Will you accept it and own it? Or will you chose to run? In a way, I guess I'm a runner and you know what? I haven't stopped since. Doctor/OC story with human turned Time Lady OC.
Hello my lovelies! And welcome to my story! Now this is a popular theme that I've seen done a few times on this site so I figured I might as well give it a try. Now if you've read a lot of these types of stories you'll probably notice like I have that some themes tend to get repeated a lot so I promise I will do my best to keep this story different and unique. I will say that some things that I've chosen to do different with this story is my OC is not from a different universe, she is not a whovian nor has she ever heard of the Doctor, and she will not be so hesitant and guarded around him like I've seen in a few different stories.
Now don't hate me, but because I have yet to see any of the 12th Doctor (thanks a lot Netflixs) he will not be included in this story. Also please note that I plan on including a few different Torchwood episodes in this story. If you've never seen the show don't panic, I'll try to write it in a way everyone can understand. Also, I highly recommend you watch Torchwood if you are over the age of 13.
Warning: This story will contain swearing, innuendos, and suggestive themes. If any of these bother I would recommend not reading or skipping over parts that you may find offensive. Also I am an American (hence the main character nationality) so please forgive me if I get anything wrong or use a word you don't understand. If this does happen please leave a review or PM me to let me know.
Disclaimer: Oh, please! If I owned Doctor Who I would have made the Doctor fall in love with me along time ago.
"Clarissa don't you think it's time to come inside?" Jordan Young asked his 22 year old daughter. Clarissa Eve Young turned her head to the side from her spot on the grass and gazed up at her father.
"Not yet" She murmured in a quiet voice. "I would like to just relax for a while longer if that's alright." Mr. Young's eyes soften in understanding and he nodded slightly. It had been a long day. He had left work early to take Clary to her chemotherapy appointment. That had taken up most of the day. Not to mention that it had been a bad day for Clarissa in general with pain throughout her joints and she just couldn't seem to keep anything down.
"Alright baby I'm going to head off to bed. Try not to stay out here too long. You need your rest if you're ever going to get better." The young woman winced slightly hearing her father's hopeful tone. Jordan bent down to kiss Clarissa forehead from her position of lying on the grass in their backyard. He rubbed her short hair affectionately. "Goodnight my little survivor." He murmured before getting up and heading back inside, off to bed.
Clarissa watched her father walk back inside the house with a pained expression. He was so hopeful that she would be able to pull through and survive but Clarissa was not so easily fooled. Even the doctors had sorrowfully informed the family that the young woman would have 6 more months at the most. However, Mr. Young refused to believe that his only daughter had absolutely no chance. It pained Clarissa to watch her father force himself to believe that she would be fine but she had to let him have his hope because it would only hurt him more if he resigned to the fact that pretty soon, he would no longer have a daughter.
Clarissa also hated the fact that Jordan had to watch his only child waste away. Clarissa Young, who had once had long, heathy blonde hair and pretty ivory skin, was now sickly pale and covered in bruises with thin hair that was now only down to her ears. She was very thin and when standing, stood at about 5'6 ft. Her grey eyes that once held a sort of spark was now dull and seem shrunken in her skull. It was very easy to tell that the once vibrant girl was on the brink of death.
Sighing, Clarissa fiddled with her nose tube absentmindedly and gazed up at the stars. They were so bright in the sky and seemed so definite. She wondered what it would be like to be something so definite and dependable like the stars. To a girl with no hope left, it seemed nice. Clarissa felt a small smile make its way onto her face. She dreamed about flying through that sky. Seeing faraway places, having daring adventure, and really just making a difference. It seemed wonderful. She closed her eyes briefly, just daydreaming.
What Clarissa saw when she opened them shocked her. The clouds that were barely even noticeable before were beginning to swirl together with a small opening in the middle that was pitched black. Detached, Clarissa noted that it remind her of the pictures she had seen of the inside of a tornado. Clarissa shifted slightly so her elbows were propping her up so she could get a better look at the strange clouds. Out of nowhere, bright golden light exploded in the center of the clouds, momentarily blinding Clarissa and giving her a headache. She snapped her eyes shut tightly, protecting them from the hurtful light. When she opened them a few minutes later the light was gone and the clouds were back where they had been before. Clarissa frowned slightly. Had she imagined it? The young woman winced and rubbed her head were she could still feel it pounding harshly against her skull, almost angry at her for looking at the golden light. Sighing, Clarissa decided to take the pain and her seemingly imaginary light as a cue that she needed to go to bed.
Getting up, Clarissa bit down on her lip to keep from crying out in pain. Her muscles and joints erupted in a fiery pain, protesting her moving like they always did when her sickness gave her a bad day. Gingerly, she reached over to grab the handle of her oxygen tank and slowly inched her way towards the door, the whole while trying to ignore the pain in both her body and head. Eventually, she made it inside and quietly closed the sliding door behind her. She walked into the living where the stairs where and hesitated. Her bedroom was on the second floor but today seemed to be one of those days where she was sure her body could not handle the trek up the flight of stairs. Sighing, Clarissa resigned to the fact that tonight would have to be spent on the couch. She made her way over and gently sat down. She positioned her tank in front of the couch where she was sure the tube would not get tangled during the course of the night. Closing her eyes, Clarissa tried to go to sleep but her head would not stop pounding and she had to resist the need to toss and turn out of fear she would mess up her flow of oxygen and begin choking. Eventually however, the young woman managed to fall asleep and she dreamt of flying.
When Clarissa woke up the next morning she was displeased when she noted she still had a headache. Although her bones and muscles did not ache as much as they did yesterday so that was a plus. Glancing at the coffee table, Clarissa was surprised to see an outfit had been laid out for her. She realized her father must have put them there before he left for work this morning so she wouldn't have to force herself up the stairs.
Smiling softly, Clarissa began to carefully change into the black sweatpants and purple jumper her father had left out for her. Once she was dressed, she made her way towards the kitchen. Clarissa opened the refrigerator and just gazed inside. This had become somewhat of a routine thing since she was diagnosed with leukemia four years ago. Her appetite would come and go at random so she never really knew when she would be able to eat. That was one of the things Clarissa actually missed the most. As silly as it sounds, Clarissa used to love food and all the different tastes and aromas that came with good meals. Now she's lucky if she can even hold cereal down.
Today however, Clarissa was feeling weirdly better (well not counting the headache that is). So she decided to make some oatmeal and try to eat that. Pouring some oats, milk, and some salt into the pan, she put that on the stove and let it cook on medium. While it boiled for a while she went over the small TV they kept sitting on the counter and turned it on, letting the local news play. The newscast lady had a thick Welsh accent that made Clarissa smile softly. Clarissa had actually been born in the States and grew up there for most of her life but when her mother had died when Clarissa was 15 her father decided it would be best if they started over in a completely new environment. Cardiff, Wales had been the place he picked.
Once the oatmeal was done, Clarissa poured some in a small bowl with some sugar on top. She went over and sat down at the table by the window. Gingerly, she took a bite and continued like that just in case she did end up getting sick. Every now and then she would have to take a break from her breakfast to rub at her pounding head. She had hoped that it would get better if she just ignored it and carried on but it actually seemed to be getting worst.
Finally, Clarissa decided to go see if they had an aspirin that could help. Getting up from her seat, she started to make her way to the bathroom desperate to just get the pounding to stop. Halfway there she was stopped by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Clarissa eyebrows raised in shock. Her and her father didn't really get visits. Hell they barely even knew anyone around here. It not that they're antisocial and wouldn't like to get to know the neighbors but they didn't really find time to with all her doctor's appointments. Curiously, she made her way over to the front door. She opened it and found a man and woman both with brown hair. The woman was dressed somewhat casually in jeans, a t-shirt, and a grey jacket. She had pretty hazel eyes and a kind smile. The man was dressed in dark khakis with a blue button up shirt and a navy military jacket from what appeared to be World War II. He was incredibly handsome and wore a smirk on his face that would make any lady swoon.
Clarissa raised an eyebrow at the couple. She was sure she had never seen them in her life. She winced slightly as she felt her headache worsen. Clarissa tried to ignore it as she offered the strangers at her door a small, friendly smile.
"Can I help you?" She asked.
Captain Jack Harkness and Gwen Cooper arrived at the coordinates Tosh gave them. Stepping out of the Torchwood SUV the two looked around the area.
"The energy surge came from here?" Gwen asked, skeptically. Nothing seemed off about the place. Just a small, two story blue house in a normal looking neighborhood.
"These are the coordinates Tosh gave." Jack answered looking around instinctively for anything out of order. "Right so at about 1 a.m. last night a high level of energy similar to the one from the riff was detected here. So," He turned to his partner grinning. "Where should we start?" Gwen rolled his eyes at his dramatic tone.
"Why don't we just knock and ask?" She sassed, making her way to the door. Jack began to follow behind her still smiling.
"Ohhh the domestic approach." Gwen turned and gave him a glare before ringing the doorbell of the small house. Not too long later the door was answered by a young woman with incredibly short hair. Gwen took in her unhealthy pale skin and oxygen tank and gave her a kind, sympatric smile releasing the young girl must be very sick. The girl raised an eyebrow seeming confused by the random appearance of the two. Nevertheless she gave them a small smile.
"Can I help you?" The girl asked in a kind tone, her voice soft and high. Jack stepped forward and held his hand out, smirk still in place.
"Captain Jack Harkness" He introduced. The girl shook his outstretched hand and gaze over at Gwen.
"I'm Gwen Cooper." Gwen introduced seeing the girl's questioning gaze. The girl gave her a small smile before returning her gaze to Jack when he began talking again.
"We're from a government agency called Torchwood." He started. "Do you mind if we come in and ask you a few questions?" The girl blinked seeming to try to take everything in.
"Um…sure I guess." She said confused. What does the government want with me? Still, she moved out of the way to let them in and lend them to the living room. On the way there Clarissa began to rub her head again. I really hope this doesn't take too long. When they arrived in the living room, Clarissa gestured for them to have a seat on the couch while she sat herself down in the recliner to the side of it.
"We were wondering if anything odd has happened lately." Gwen started off. The girl's eyebrows furrowed.
"Odd?" She repeated.
"Yes odd. Unusual, different, weird, bizarre. Kind of like flirting with that one hot guy at some bar only to get into bed with him and discover that all his parts aren't in the right places." Jack stated and then grimaced. "Trust me; you only make that mistake once." Gwen shot him an annoyed look before turning back to the young girl. Gwen noticed that the girl was rubbing her head a pained look on her face that filled Gwen with concern.
"Are you alright?" She asked sweetly. Clarissa gave Gwen a smile that at this point looked more like a grimace.
"I'm fine just a small headache." She lied, wincing at the sharp pain that surged in her skull. "Anyway no not really. Nothing weird that I've noticed at least." She decided to get back on topic. She really wanted to get this over with so she could take some medicine and curl up into a ball to wait the pain out. Jack and Gwen frowned slightly.
"You're sure?" He asked Clarissa slowly. This time, she hesitated, her mind going back to the clouds and light she saw last night before her headache had started. She bit her lip wondering if that was the sort of weird thing they were talking about.
"Well," she started, still rubbing at her head. "There was this….light." Gwen and Jack shared a look.
"A light?" Gwen repeated. Jack frowned but looked at the girl, intrigued.
"What kind of light?" He asked, wanting more information. Clarissa winced as her head gave another sharp pound but still tried to think back to what she saw the night before.
"It sort of came out of now where." She admitted. The two were quiet, seemingly waiting for her to continue so she tried to remember more clearly. Through the pain in her head certainly wasn't helping. "It was golden and-"She cut off as a scream flew out of her lips. Both her hands went to her head, digging into her short hair and her eyes squeezed shut. Gwen and Jack were immediately on their feet, the former rushing to the girl's side.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Gwen asked worriedly. Tears had begun to fall from her closed eyes and Clarissa whimpered.
"M-my head. It-"Another cry of pain ripped out of her throat. Gwen looked back at Jack horrified.
"What's wrong with her?" She asked her voiced laced in worry. Jack frowned deeply and walked over to the two girls. He used his vortex manipulator to scan Clarissa over. His eyes widened slightly at the results.
"The energy Tosh detected is coming from her." He informed Gwen. Her eyebrows shot up in shock.
"Is that even possible?" She asked, incredulously. Jack ignored her and instead bent down in front of the girl who was crying in pain. He put a comforting head on her knee.
"What's your name sweetheart?" He tried asking, nicely. Clarissa lifted her head slightly, opening her wet eyes to look at the man in front of her.
"Clarissa." She gasped through the pain that seemed to be spreading from her head to the rest of her body. "Clarissa Eve Young." Jack noticeably paled and Gwen gasped.
"But that's- how can she-?" Gwen stammered in a confused shock. Jack just looked at Clarissa with a pained expression, knowing there was nothing he could do to help her. He lifted his hand to her face that was contorted in pain and stroked her cheek bone comfortingly.
"Oh, Princess." He breathed sadly. By this point, Clarissa could barely hear the two. The pain was making everything sound muffled, like she was hearing it through water.
"Jack what's going on?" Gwen questioned firmly giving her boss a glare. Jack looked away from Clarissa and stood back up to face Gwen.
"Remember, Clary told you she was human once." He told Gwen slowly, shooting the pained girl a concerned look. Relation seemed to hit Gwen as her face took on a look of understanding.
"This is Clary before she met any of us." Gwen stated. Jack gave a firm look and turned back to Clarissa.
"And she's about to regenerate." He concluded.
"What do we do?" Gwen asked, greatly concerned. Especially now that she knew who the girl really was.
"We need to get her back to the Hub." He told Gwen before going back to Clary.
"Princess can you hear me?" He asked. She nodded a little so he continued. "We're going to help you but first we need to get you out of here." Jack didn't even hesitate before scooping the shuttering girl into his arms. He glanced down at the tank that was enabling her to breathe and frowned.
"Get the tank." He ordered Gwen. She nodded and quickly picked it up, making sure to stay close to Jack so it didn't separate from Clary. The two quickly rushed the girl out of the house and into the Torchwood SUV. Gwen hopped into the back and Jack carefully laid Clary down so her head was on Gwen's lap. Once he was sure she'd be fine there he quickly rushed over to the driver's side, hoped in, and took off down the street.
Clarissa cried out in agony as the pain intensified everywhere. She couldn't find a place in her body that didn't feel like it was being ripped apart. Gwen soothing shushed the girl, stroking her face in comfort.
"It's alright Clary everything's going to be fine." She tried assuring the girl in a calm voice. Clarissa glanced up at Gwen, tears making a steady track down her face.
"H-how do you k-know my nickname?" She stuttered through the pain. Clary was a name only her parents had ever called her. Jack glanced back at the girls through the review mirror, a weak smile making its way on his face.
"Spoilers." He answered before turning his attention back towards the road. They were going at speeds way over the limit and pretty much ignoring every law of driving there was. If there was ever a day that was worth getting a ticket, it was today. Clarissa tried to bite down another scream but it still made its way out causing Jack to glance back at her.
"Come on Clary we're almost there just hang on." He urged, reaching back and grasping her hand firmly in his. Between Jack's firm hand holding her and Gwen's soothing strokes on her face, Clarissa felt very comforted through her pain. Even though she had only met the two there was something about them that made her trust them and believe that they were going to help her. Clarissa buried her head in Gwen lap whimpering slightly. Gwen winced hating seeing a woman who was stronger than anyone Gwen had met in her life in such complete agony.
"Jack hurry up!" She yelled at the driver.
"I'm trying!" He snapped back, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. If there was one thing Jack couldn't stand it was seeing his Princess in pain. To make things worst he knew there was really nothing he could do. This had to happen. Luckily, they were almost there. Unluckily, they were running out of time. Gwen glanced down and noticed that a faint gold shimmer had appeared under Clarissa's skin where it seemed to pulse.
"Jack!" She called out. Jack glanced back and swore loudly, speeding up. They didn't have much time left. Thankfully, they arrived at Cardiff Bay after a few moments. Jack quickly killed the engine before hopping out of the car and rushing to the back door where he once again scooped the pained girl up into his arms. Gwen hurriedly scooted out the same side as Clarissa, grabbing the oxygen tank. The two ran as fast as they could into the tourist info shack where the entrance to the Hub was located.
Ianto Jones, who sat behind the desk, looked up when he heard the bell above the door chime. He was shocked when he saw Gwen and Jack enter carrying a sickly looking girl who was crying out in pain. He immediately pressed the hidden button that opened up the doors to Torchwood Three. Jack and Gwen quickly went through with Ianto following them.
"Jack what's going on? Who is that?" He asked confused and concerned at the worried looks on his co-workers faces.
"It's Clary." Gwen told him hurriedly. Ianto's eyes widened.
"How is it Clary?" He asked. Jack sighed in frustration.
"There's not enough time to explain." Jack and Gwen ran past a confused Owen and Tosh and brought Clary up to Jack's office. Gwen put down the oxygen tank and pushed everything off of Jack's desk so he could lie Clarissa down. Clarissa continued to whimper and shake in absolute pain as Jack stroke her hair in comfort. Gwen went and stood by the door where Tosh, Owen, and Ianto had gathered and quietly began explaining to them what was happening.
"Clary I need you to listen to me very carefully okay?" Jack started. Clarissa opened her eyes and looked over at the man who watched her in a concerned and protective way. "You're about to completely change Clary in a process called regeneration. Everything will be different. Your face, your body, your voice, even your personality. Everything." He told her as calmly as he could. Clarissa shook her head slightly.
"I-I don't understand." She whispered in a broken tone that broke the immortal's heart.
"I know." He said softly. Seeing how the golden light that was just under her skin earlier was now beginning to wrap around her body he reached up and removed the tube from his Princess' nose. He back away slowly back towards his team, knowing how dangerous a regeneration could be if you were too close. "I'm so sorry Princess but this is going to hurt."
And he was right it did hurt. It felt like every nerve in her body had been set on fire and was being stabbed by a thousand did knives. She could physically feel the bones in her body breaking and snapping back into place one at a time. Her sickness had also caused Clarissa pain but nothing like this before. She felt like she was dying. She wanted to die. And as the golden energy grew stronger and exploded out of her, the pain worsened causing her to scream out.
"PLEASE JUST MAKE IT STOP! JUST KILL ME PLEASE! I CAN'T-"Clarissa continued to cry out in agony causing Gwen to begin to sob seeing her friend in pain. She buried her head in Ianto's chest whose eyes were also glistening with tears. Owen also appeared to be fighting off tears while they silently streamed down Tosh face.
"This is awful." Tosh whispered, horrified. Jack, who had also thought of the agonized woman as his little sister couldn't help but agree with Tosh. He had never imagined that the regeneration would be this bad. A few tears fell down the Immortal's face as the team was forced to listen to their friend's agony.
Eventually the regeneration energy became so bright that they all had to look away to protect their eyes. Once the golden light had faded and left the room the team looked back towards the desk. The girl that lay there now was different from the one before but was a person that was very familiar to everyone in the room. The new girl looked very different from the old, much heathier, and she just lay on the table breathing heavily from the pain of her regeneration. Slowly the team walked back into the office and over to the girl. Jack once again began to comfortingly stroke the girl's hair which was now much longer and darker.
"Clary?" Gwen called out to the new girl softly. Clary's eyes fluttered a bit before opening only for her to snap them shut again with a groan.
"Why the hell are those lights so goddamn bright?!" She grumbled annoyed. Jack smirked slightly.
"And so chaos was born." He muttered.
And that would conclude our first chapter. If you enjoyed this chapter please favorite and/or follow the story to be notified of updates. Speaking of which I will be trying really hard to update every weekend but I've had trouble with this in the past so I encourage you all to completely troll the reviews if I'm ever late. This also brings me to my next point of please leave me a review on what you thought. Did you hate it? Did you like it? Do you want to strangle? All feedback is welcomed because it helps me to write. Also all reviewers get a free fez!
The next chapter will be Clary learning about what has happened to her and trying to accept it. After that however we're off to our first adventure with the 11th Doctor. While I do have the first episode picked out and general idea of what should happen in each episode I do not have the order set in stone so if there is an episode you would like to see put it in a review along with any ideas or things you want to see.
So until next time, Allons-y!
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