Disclaimer: the characters of the TV series Doctor Who don't belong to me, they belong to the BBC, my only character is Sara.

Important note: I imagined this ff before I started the eighth season of the series and having seen only 4-5 episodes of Torchwood. If there are any incongruences (which will be), I hope you forgive me! :)

This ff is a way to tell the doctor everything I would have liked to tell him. Maybe you don't share my opinion but I hope you like it! :)

This is a translation from my own work with the same name written in Catalan.

Chapter 1

The story I'm going to tell you took place a long time ago, there are some details that I forgot and, surely, I will miss some things, excuse me, but the age is the age and since then everything has happened. There are mysteries that I could clear up but, unfortunately, there are some enigmas which remain dark even for me. I think it was the year 2014—at least for me, at that moment, it was. I was just 20 years old and I was in college studying translation. My life was peaceful, I used to live in a small town in Spain I had basically two passions: cinema and series. Some would say they were almost obsessions, but screw them.

It was summer, I think, at night. I was driving back home as any other night when, suddenly, an intense white light appeared in front of me. Instinctively I closed my eyes and I tried to stop the car. I waited for a hit or a jerk or something, but I didn't feel anything. I must have fallen asleep or fainted, I'm not sure, this is one of the riddles for which I've found no answer, and I don't think I will ever find any. The next thing I remember is opening my eyes and finding myself laying on a grassy floor. There was a road next to me where I saw lots of cars and I could see quite far from me a big city. It wasn't night anymore, I didn't know how long I had been slept and there was no sign of my car. And, what's more, that landscape was not, by any chance, Spain. I was lost, alone, I didn't know where I was or what had happened. I had no money, only my cellphone. My cellphone! I took it quickly from my pocket… and there was no signal, of course, it would have been too easy! Since the city was still too far I decided to go walking in that direction and hitchhike.

It was much easier of what I though and, luckily, the driver who stopped was a girl who seemed reliable. I started talking to her in Spanish but she looked at me surprised and said to me in English that she didn't understand me. I was the one who didn't understand anything! What was doing an English girl near…? near wherever, actually. I started to talk to her in English and since I knew she wouldn't believe the car thing I told her I was in a tour and the last car left me in the lurch.

—Sorry for this obvious question but what's the city we have in front of us?

—Cardiff.

—Cardiff! Of course, of course…

—Where do you wanna go?

—Hmmm… Could you drop me off near the biggest public library?

So, I was definitely not in Spain anymore, but how did I get to Wales? And the car? And why it was daytime if a moment ago it was nighttime? All of it looked like a weird Doctor Who episode. I decided to go to a library so that I could know at what day I was and if newspapers talked about something odd enough to link with what happened to me. The girl dropped me off in front of the central library and wished me good luck for my trip; I would need it, indeed. I got in and I asked where I could check newspapers. I was told that I could do it in the computers. I found a free seat and the second surprise of the day didn't took a lot of time to arrive: it was the year 2007.

That was impossible, I quickly asked the guy in my left for the date: "excuse me, what day is today?" "January 30th" "of what year?" "2007" answered me puzzled, and it was normal, it was quite a weird question. So the computer worked well, it was the year 2007, I had travel in space and time. But how was all of that possible? Was I dreaming? I must have had an accident and I was in a coma and all of that was a creation of my mind. I decided to continue looking up the newspapers and I found an article from a yellow-journalism magazine about aliens and, suddenly, the craziest idea came to my mind. I started looking for news about London from 2005 Christmas and everything was there: daleks, cybermen, the star-shaped ship, the ship destroyed by a laser… I was so shocked I couldn't close my mouth, it was completely mad. All of that was Doctor Who, it was exactly Doctor Who. I was sure, I was in a coma and all of that was a creation of my mind. Or at least I thought that until my neighbor dropped a pile of books over my hand and I cried of pain. No, it was totally real.

"Ok, let's think all of this with perspective: I'm in a parallel universe and here the Doctor is real and daleks and cybermen and weeping angels and Rose and Donna and Martha… But how did I get here? And where is my car?" Hundreds of ideas passed through my head and I was getting more and more nervous. I started to breathe really fast and I realized that I acting like that was pointless. "Sara, come on, think! You have seen all Doctor Who seasons and almost the first season of Torch… Torchwood! Of course, if the Doctor exists, then, Jack too!" I searched for how I could get to Wales Millennium Centre, luckily one of my hobbies was to look for the scene-settings. I went there and I did the same thing as Gwen in the first episode. I went to the pizzeria and I asked for Torchwood. I went there and I called. As I was expecting, Ianto opened.

—I'm here to see captain Jack Harkness—I said firmly.

—I'm sorry, but there's no captain Jack Harkness here—he answered calmly.

I couldn't believe what that guy was saying. The last thing I needed was that, I had seen enough to be certain that Jack existed in that universe too, I mean, Ianto was right in front of me. I had to talk to Jack whatever it took, he was the only one who could help me.

—Look, I think you didn't understand me, I've said that I've come to see captain Jack Harkness—I repeated slightly angry.

—I told you, ma'am, that there is no captain Jack Harkness here—that was it, I couldn't stand it anymore.

—Look, Ianto, don't mess up with me, you have no bloody idea of everything that happened to me in the last hours, I know there is a captain Jack Harkness, I know I'm in Torchwood, I know what you do, I know who the Doctor is and I told you that I came to see Jack!—I yelled.

My screams must have alerted them because just then someone opened the door and there he was: Captain Jack Harkness, or John Barrowman in my universe. That was too much to be real. "Come with me", he told me very serious. He took me to the underground offices where everybody stared weirdly at me and we continued walking to a place that looked as his study. He sat behind a desk while I stayed stood in front of him.

—Who are you and why do you know us, me, Ianto, Torchwood and the Doctor?—I was completely nervous and I didn't know where to start so I went to the beginning. I was speaking really fast and I wasn't sure that he was understanding everything, my English was not perfect.

—Here I go. My name's Sara, I'm 21 years old and I'm from Spain. But not from this universe, I come from another one. I don't know how it happened, I don't know why, the only thing that I know is that a few hours ago I was in the year 2014, in summer, at night, I was coming home by car and a shining white light appeared and suddenly it was daytime, cold, in January 2007 and I was in Cardiff and aliens are real and the Doctor is real and daleks and cybermen and you and Torchwood and I don't understand anything that happened and my family must be worried because I should have come home hours ago but I can't come back because this is another universe and… I can't come back home—I stopped talking, staring off into space. I didn't realized of how impossible it was to come back home until that moment, not even the Doctor could travel between universes—I… I can't…come back…home.

My eyes were wet, I fell to my knees crying, I couldn't stop, nor was I trying. What if I never saw my family again? What if I never came back? What about my parents? And my friends? And everyone I knew? My life, everything I knew… When Jack saw me in that condition, he came by my side and hugged me.

—Don't worry, we'll fix it—he realized that none of that was my idea; that I knew as much as him about what was going on—you said you knew the Doctor, you must know then that he can help you.

—No, he can't, he can't travel between dimensions, if he could, he would have already gone to see…

—To see who?

—I can't tell you—suddenly, I was scared, I couldn't talk too much. I had to be aware of what I said.

—What? Why?—he asked suspicious.

—I don't know—I said softly. I just realized that I knew things about their future and if I had learnt something from Doctor Who is that once you read the future or you say it out loud, it will happen; and, for now, I should be careful—in my universe, all this; you, the doctor, Torchwood, everything, is a TV series, a science-fiction series. In my universe there is no timelords, aliens, daleks or secret organizations as this one. All of that is science-fiction. I know everything that happened to the doctor, I know things that will happen, but I don't what could happen if I told you. I'm not saying anything I know until I find the Doctor and talk to him—I said certain of myself. Little by little I calmed down and I stopped crying.

Jack was still by my side, assimilating everything that I had told him. Would he believe me? We were in that position for a while, quiet, until he spoke.

—You can stay here.

—What?—I asked confused.

—You have nowhere to go, this is not your universe, and we don't even know if you exist in this universe. You have no money, no ID: nothing. Stay here, in Torchwood, we can improvise a room for you and create you an ID.

—Would you really do something like that for me?

—I can't say no to a beautiful girl—he said winking.

—Don't be silly—I said with a little smile, the first one since I had the car "accident."

—One question… If you know what will happen to the Doctor and what has happened to him and about Torchwood… Do you also know what's going on with me? Do you know I can't die? Do you know why?

—Yes, I know.

—But you won't tell me, right?—he said with a sad smile.

—You'll know it in the right moment.

—And do you know anything about my future?—he continued asking.

—I know a lot of things about you, but you will have to figure it out by yourself.

—I guess you're right, what is life without some mystery?—he said smiling again—ok, stand up, we have to think where to put you new room and create a new ID for you.

—Can I ask you something else, Jack?

—Shoot.

—Can I work with you?

—What?

—Well, after having seen the whole series of Doctor Who and part of Torchwood, I can say I know a couple of things about aliens and I could help you. I want to feel useful until we find out how I can come back to my universe.

—That's a good idea, it's always good to have someone else in the team. Come, I'll introduce them to you.

We came back to the room where the computers were and we found all the members of the group talking about me.

—Well, since I see you are really interested in knowing more things about this girl with a lot of temper and a funny accent, I'll tell you some things about her: she's Sara, she's from another universe and we don't know how she got here, but she knows about aliens and she will stay with us until we get to bring her back to her world. Sara, they are Gwen, Owen, Toshiko and I think you already know Ianto.

—Yeah, I'm sorry about the yelling, I was slightly nervous—I said with a shy smile.

—And now, if you excuse me, I have to make her a new ID and look for a spot to put her room. Oh, yeah, she'll live down here, don't worry—he answered seeing their surprised faces.

And this is how the biggest, weirdest and unforgettable story of my life started.