Evie Chapter 1: Eveleen Rhiangar Smith, a Doctor Who + Torchwood Crossover fanfic

Torchwood, Doctor Who, and The Sarah Jane Adventures do NOT belong to me. I really wish they did so I could save so many awesome characters *cough*Ianto*cough*, but alas they do not.

Please note that this story is AU. Torchwood begins roughly one year before the beginning of the TV series, Doctor Who should be just after Season 2, and The Sarah Jane adventures is in the middle of season one, just before 'What Happened to Sarah Jane?' I have tweaked the timelines slightly, so all these things are happening at the same time. Because technically SJA, shouldn't have started just yet, and I wanted to fit that into this chapter of the story.

Eveleen Smith was not wholly ordinary. She didn't realize of course, no one ever realizes their own extraordinary-ness without growing an ego larger than their own planet. It was simply impossible. Eveleen had been a student in theoretical physics, working on her Masters when she quit out of the blue. She wouldn't explain it to anyone, and her teachers and fellow students were all rather disappointed. "She had such promise" they would all murmur shaking their heads in wonderment. They couldn't understand why one of their brightest would abandon her course of study.

She moved to Wales, where she lived when she was very young. She moved into her family's manor, which had been neglected for the last fifty years, since Eveleen's grandfather had died, leaving it to his only daughter, who had never returned. The people of the little town just to the South of the manor, had long since been accustomed to the manor sitting empty, and had reeled in shock when a girl had come out of nowhere to claim her inheritance. But she quietly lived on the manor grounds, and bothered no one. She came down every few days to get groceries, or basic cleaning products, but she rarely said more than "Hello" or "I'm doing fine, you?" The people of the town soon forgot that the manor had once been a neglected shell, and that Eveleen Smith had not always lived there.

Eveleen herself spent all her time searching through family records and internet searches to try and find proof that she really existed. She never told anyone, but she had gone to hear her mother's will read, only to find that she had been left out. Friends her mother had not spoken with in years had been remembered, but nothing, not even a kind word, had been left for Eveleen herself.

Eveleen had found that while she had a birth certificate, and her mother's name was on it, and it had been filed away, her mother had never signed it. Her father's name wasn't even listed. So the hunt began. She left school and went to the ancestral home, where no one lived, and no one wanted to claim. The records showed no hint of her, but she wasn't bothered much by it. Her grandfather had died before she was born after all. But when her internet searches seemed to indicate that she had never been to secondary, never taken her A-levels or her GCSEs she began to worry. Sure the test scores were there, but they were so much lower than she remembered. She remembered getting the highest A-level score out of everyone who went to school in the same city, she was just a little short of some guy living in London, who they said got the highest score that year. But her recorded scores were only just barely enough to get her into her program of theoretical physics.

Eveleen spent one full year searching through records before she felt the need to leave. This house was one that belonged to the Wolffe family for generations, it seemed she was not a Wolffe after all, and she needed to leave before someone with a real claim came around. It would be years later that she finally returned to find a note in a hidden compartment of the desk the lord of the manor had used every generation, to find the proof of her existence.

When she left the manor, she had no desire to go back to her schooling, and she didn't really want anything to do with physics or any other type of science. So she moved into a small cheap flat on the poorer side of Cardiff, and got a job as a barkeep in a pub just off the Roald Dahl Plass. It wasn't the best pay, but it was enough to pay her rent and buy her necessities, and still have a little to save every pay check. It was meager little savings, but enough that if some emergency came up, she could probably pay to deal with it.

She had a few odd clients come in. There was the man in the RAF greatcoat, normally she would have said he belonged in the loony bin, but he was handsome, and flirty, and he always left a great tip for the underappreciated barkeep. He was sometimes accompanied by a pretty, if tough woman, who never seemed to have a smile for anyone but the man in the greatcoat. Several times they were accompanied by a snarky man who drank alcohol like a man drinks water in a desert. He usually left her a decent tip, but it wasn't as good as the man in the greatcoat. He wasn't as cute either. Once a pretty little Asian girl came around with them, she didn't drink any alcohol, and she seemed nervous the whole time. She didn't seem to realize that people usually left a tip, and got flustered when Mr. Snark and Mr. Greatcoat pulled out a few pounds for her. She left a far too large tip, and Eveleen almost made her take some of it back, but it would let her buy a steak for dinner, instead of cheap ground round, and she kept all of it.

Then there was the night when she was working and a strange creature came running in. It looked a bit like a fish, if there was a fish that could breathe air and walk on two legs and hold her at gunpoint. In comes Mr. Greatcoat, and Ms. No-Smile and they're holding the damn fish-thing at gunpoint, which is the point where a gun got pointed at Eveleen by Mr. Fish ("you should always use proper addresses for people, it's polite" she could recall her mother telling me, and she could remember adopting semi-rude names with a 'proper address' for all her mother's friends. She wondered if any of it actually happened).

"Should I shoot her?" The Mr. Fish asked a laugh seeming to be hidden behind his watery voice.

"Well, Mr. Fish, shooting people who are willing to serve you alcohol is generally a bad idea," Eveleen told him shifting slightly so she was leaning on the bar. She didn't want to die. But if she was about to get shot she might as well get a word in edgewise.

While Mr. Fish was distracted by his victim suddenly speaking, Mr. Greatcoat swung his gun up, and put a bullet through Mr. Fish's head, spraying the unfortunate Eveleen with gore. She tensed up dramatically, her mouth opening, looking as though she was about to back away from the gore covered bar, before a single drop of blood just above her lip touched the inside of her mouth, and she convulsed. Everything was pain for a moment before sudden, blessed, darkness.

When Eveleen woke Mr. Snark was standing over her with a lab coat on, and stethoscope around his neck. He didn't notice she was awake at first, as he was partially turned away from her looking at something on the wall in front of her.

"So, where am I? Hospital?" Eveleen asked shifting uncomfortably, knowing she probably wasn't supposed to sit up.

"No, but I am a doctor. You seem to be fine now. I don't know why you were convulsing earlier. Any history? There's nothing in your medical records, but then all that's in your records are check-ups from childhood," Mr. - no Dr. Snark said looking down at her.

"You know, having a man you know to be prone to getting drunk as your doctor isn't exactly comforting. But no, never really had fits like that before. And if you're a doctor why aren't we in a hospital?" Eveleen asked sitting up, deciding that Dr. Snark would probably make her lie back if she needed to be lying down. Of course it was then that she realized she wasn't wearing her clothes. She had been wearing basic black pants, and a white shirt with a cute pinstriped vest (her usual clothes for work), but now she was wearing a white tee-shirt that was a bit too big, and a pair of black pants that she was pretty sure didn't belong to a woman.

"Because we don't know why you collapsed, but we're guessing it had something to do with the Blowfish, and they're kind of our area of expertise. But we can't find anything that would indicate poisoning or parasites or anything in your blood stream,"

"You mean Mr. Fish? You've dealt with guys like him often enough to have a name for them?" Eveleen asked surprised.

"Well, you had seen him all of two seconds before you started calling him Mr. Fish," Came Mr. Greatcoat's voice from behind and above Eveleen.

"Well, that was a daughter who had extensive social training rebelling. Nothing to worry about," Eveleen said flippantly, "Or at least I think it is," She murmured too low for even Mr. Snark to catch.

"Well, then, Ms. Extensive Social Training, care to grace us with your name?" Mr. Greatcoat asked nearly as sarcastic as Eveleen herself.

"Eveleen Smith," She said bowing her head and flourishing her arms to look like a curtsy.

"Captain Jack Harkness," Cpt. Harkness introduced himself with a smirk and a twinkle in his eye that made it look like he was flirting. He probably was, she had seen him flirt with everything on who legs in the pub, "That's Dr. Owen Harper behind you. He's just a little grouchy he doesn't know what's wrong with you."

"Oh, he always seems grouchy to me. Drunk and grouchy," Eveleen said with a grin to tell Dr. Harper that she was mostly just joking.

"Is she okay for a tour of the hub?" Cpt. Harkness asked the doctor.

"I can't find anything wrong with her now. I suppose so long as she doesn't leave the hub it's probably fine. Don't show her the weevils or go shooting. I don't want to risk it. Might have just been shock," Cpt. Harkness and Eveleen gave him a look at that, "Yeah, I didn't really think so either."

"Come along Ms. Smith," Cpt. Harkness said with a gallant gesture. Eveleen found herself laughing as she got up and rounded the stairs to the upper level.

"Well, first off, where is here?" Eveleen asked looking around through the main part of the hub. The two women she had seen at the pub (Ms. Tough and Ms. Shy), were working at desks. Ms. Tough had an arrangement of tools and metal and tools surrounding her, while Ms. Shy had several computer screens and a couple of strange looking things, which looked like they could have fallen out of a sci-fi flick.

"This is the Torchwood 3 hub, underneath the Roald Dahl Plass," Eveleen started at the last bit.

"Underneath the Plass? I've been passing over this place every day for the last year?" Eveleen looked around with new appreciation for the slightly run down room.

"Yeah, I suppose you have. Is that how long you've been in Cardiff Ms. Smith? A year?" Cpt. Harkness asked calmly. Eveleen was aware that he was probably fishing for information, and not just curious, but she didn't mind much.

"Hmm, I've lived in Cardiff just under a year, lived outside a little town good bit North of here for a year before that," Eveleen looked off and pretended she didn't see Cpt. Harkness make a little gesture towards Ms. Shy, "Doesn't matter much anymore. I don't think I'll ever go back there."

"Why not?"

"I couldn't belong. Not my fault really. I just wasn't who I thought I was," The smile of Eveleen's face was heartbreaking, and she looked around again, "So why don't you introduce me? Bet it's not every day a pretty barkeep gets brought down here."

"Right, Dr. Toshiko Sato, and Ms. Suzie Costello meet Ms. Eveleen Smith," Cpt. Harkness introduced seeming to realize that he wasn't going to get anything else out of Eveleen that day.

"Eveleen Rhiangar Smith. Mam was very very Welsh," Eveleen added with a wide grin.

"You don't sound Welsh," Cpt. Harkness commented after Dr. Sato and Ms. Costello had exchanged brief hellos with Eveleen.

"Mam moved away from Wales when I was three, I picked up a 'proper English' accent as my older brother frequently told me before he moved off for college. I was ten at the time," Eveleen said with a grin and a laugh, "He was always having a go at me. He was a proper big brother, the kind that takes the mickey and beats up the stupid ex-boyfriends, and current boyfriends for that matter too."

"Where does he live then?" Cpt. Harkness asked thinking it a safe topic. The grin faded and Eveleen looked positively sober.

"Dunno. He moved from his old apartment after Mam's funeral, and I didn't hear from him again. Mam's will was read almost a year after she died, they couldn't find my brother. He just vanished off the face of the earth. He was in Mam's will, got Mam's old house, and most things in it. But he wasn't there to receive them," Eveleen's voice was choked at that point. No one knew where he was.

"Where was he last seen? What's his name?" Dr. Sato asked compassionately.

"He moved from London, said he was moving back home. But he had never lived in the old manor house. We lived in a town just North of here for the first couple years of my life. Right up till Tad died, then Mam needed to be somewhere else. We all assumed he would move there, but he was never listed," Eveleen explained, "His name is Aethelred Bryant Smith."

"That's a…very particular name," The captain said looking uncomfortable. Eveleen caught it immediately.

"Have you met him? Did he move to Cardiff. He's the only thing—" Eveleen caught herself and didn't continue. She really shouldn't be pouring her heart out to strangers like this, but the captain really was cute, and so was Dr. Snark down there, and Dr. Sato seemed friendly, and, and, well , she just couldn't stop herself.

"I'm guessing he's the only family you have left?" the Captain asked a warm look in his eyes, but Eveleen exploded.

"I don't even know if he is family. I don't think I'm real. My birth certificate has all the makings of a fake, and the scores I know I got for my GCSEs and A-levels, they don't match with the records. Mam left me nothing in the will, and Aethelred, never even tried to get in contact with me, even though we were SO close growing up. Nothing in my life adds up. NOTHING!" Eveleen screamed the last bit, her self-control failing, "I don't even know if my name is really Eveleen Rhiangar. Did you know, Eveleen means 'little life,' you'd think someone cared to give me such an endearing name, Rhiangar means love god-damn it all! Someone should CARE!"

"I'm sorry," Cpt. Harkness said before folding her into his arms in a tight hug, "I have met him. It was a long time ago, and he was far more lost than I was. I met him in Cardiff, just off the bay, sort of close to here. But it was in 1945, he got sucked into the Rift. As far as I know he lived a happy life, got married had kids. I think he had a couple grandkids."

"1945? 1945?" Eveleen said pulling away, "You're not old enough to have seen 1945, you can't be more than fifteen years older than me. You can't have even been born. You're a LIAR!"

"No, I'm a former time traveller," Jack argued calmly, bringing her back into his arms, "I was visiting 1945 with two old friends of mine, and I ran into him. When I came back here, I checked on him, because I admit that I quite liked him. Even fancied him a little. I can get Tosh here to look him up for you."

"Yes, please,"

"One moment," 'Tosh' said typing on her computer for a moment, "Here, Aethelred Bryant Smith, died August 18, 1951. Married Barbara Lucia Dunn December 30, 1946. Says here that he went by Eddie Smith from shortly after his wedding to Barbara. He was adopted by a family, and had one brother adopted brother, who in turn later adopted a little boy. Eddie and Barbara had four children, Annalise, John, Rhiangar, and Sarah-Jane. Annalise, John, and Rhiangar all married. Annalise had one son, named Bryant after her father, John had two children, Jean and Rhiannon twin girls, Rhiangar had six children, but three of them died in infancy, one was a miscarriage, the other two were boys named James and Richard. Sarah-Jane, while she never married adopted a boy named Luke recently, actually. The paperwork here is dated for days ago."

"Poor Aethelred," Eveleen said finally cracking a smile.

"Why? Looks like he lived a good life with family." The captain asked looking confused.

"He's always hated kids. Even when we were little he swore he would never have anything to do with them, but look here he had four," Eveleen was laughing and crying a little at the same time. "I'd like to meet them. Maybe he'd have said something about me to someone. Maybe they'd know me."

"That…might not be wise," Cpt. Harkness started before Eveleen broke in.

"Why not? I just have to talk to them for a moment. If they know my name, then I'll know I exist. That's all," Eveleen asked teary-eyed.

"I'll call Sarah-Jane," The Captain said after a long moment of silence. He wandered off deeper into the hub, and Eveleen just plopped herself on the floor. Maybe she'd finally have proof she exists.

Four and a half hours later Eveleen was pulling up in front of number 13 Bannerman road along with Cpt. Harkness, who was driving. It was a big house, a good bit bigger than most of the other houses on the street. It had a walled garden, and sitting in the drive was a cute little green car, that Eveleen didn't know the make of, but wished she had one.

"Captain Harkness?" A woman asked from the front door as Eveleen and the Captain left the SUV.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, this is a horrible way to meet isn't it?" Cpt. Harkness said with a grin, "It's always nice to meet a former companion of the Doctor though." The last comment scrambled Eveleen's brain for a moment before smiling.

"Hi, I'm Eveleen Rhiangar Smith. I've been looking for my family, and I think we might be related," Eveleen said holding out her hand.

"Eveleen Smith? I'm afraid I don't know the name. Are you one of my sibling children? I don't keep in touch very well I'm afraid," Sarah-Jane said taking Eveleen's hand.

"No, actually I was looking for my brother. He disappeared a few years back, and he seemed to have shown up in Cardiff 1945 out of nowhere. So I had just been hoping that he might have mentioned me to someone," Eveleen explained with a heartbroken smile.

"Well, I wouldn't be the one to look up," Sarah-Jane said with her own sad smile, "I was the youngest, and our parents died when I was very young. It would be best to speak with Annalise. She was nearly six when they died. She might remember something, but all the same, it might be best if you don't."

"Why?"

"Because Anna hasn't been in her right mind lately, John and Rhiangar might remember something, but I wouldn't count on it. They were four and two when our parents died. None of us have –" Sarah-Jane explained kindly, taking completely in stride the fact that there was a girl on her doorstep, only about ten years older than her son, saying she might be her aunt.

"Mum?" A voice called breaking into Sarah-Jane's explanation. The voice was shown to be a boy about 13 years old with light brown hair, who peaked around the doorframe.

"Yes, Luke?" Sarah-Jane responded turning to look at her adoptive son.

"Maria says you should see something. It's on the computer upstairs," Luke was obviously being careful with words in front of people he didn't know. Eveleen got the impression he had said the wrong thing before, and gotten into trouble.

"Well, back to work I suppose. Captain, would you like to stay, or should you be getting back to Cardiff," The was an inflection in her voice that implied that would prefer that the he went back to Cardiff, and soon at that.

"We should be getting back. We might call your siblings, but it looks like it might be a dead end," Cpt. Harkness replied subtly pushing a saddened Eveleen back into the SUV.

"Eveleen?" Sarah-Jane said just before the younger woman entered the car.

"Yes?"

"You're welcome to visit. Even if it turns out we aren't related, Luke could do with an aunt to spoil him," Sarah-Jane said with a smile that said she wouldn't mind having an aunt either.

"I can do that," Eveleen said with a happy grin, pushing her fears and insecurities to the back of her mind.

When they returned to Cardiff it was early evening, and the Captain dropped her at her apartment, before telling her "Come to this address tomorrow morning, I'll meet you. I think you and I should talk a bit." He handed her a slip of paper and drove off in his big black SUV. Eveleen shook her head before stepping into her apartment. It was then that she realized how little she liked the little place.

All the walls were still default white, and the furniture was the cheapest stuff Eveleen could get her hands on. Some of it had been scavenged from the trash, and only just standing held together with duct tape. There were no pictures displayed (she didn't have money for nice frames), and she had never been a knick-knack-y kind of person, and even had she been it was all in her Mam's house, which belonged to her dead older brother, who may or may not have even been related to her. She had just a few outfits, which were nice for work, and all the rest was from thrift shops, and they didn't quite match, and a few didn't quite fit right.

Before her identity crisis she had been stylish, she had been bright and sarcastic, and she owned more books than would fit in her dorm room. She had left boxes of them at her Mam's, and they were probably still there. She had a bank account, which kept her going on food and clothing, with extras for the stylish bits and more books. Where had everything gone?

It was then she realized that she would do just about anything to make it all fit again; to become who she used to be.

"Cpt. Harkness?" Eveleen asked nervously knocking on the door, which said "CLOSED." She checked the address the Captain had given her again before knocking on the door again. Nothing.

She tried the door and found it unlocked. So she opened it. It wasn't like she was snooping or anything, she had been told to come to this address this morning, and it just made sense to wait inside if she was going to wait. After all, it looked like it was going to rain again soon, it wouldn't hurt to stay dry.

And she stepped behind the counter, not because she was snooping, but she was…she was looking for a chair. After all if she had to wait awhile she might as well be sitting. And it wasn't snooping when she looked through the papers behind the counter, she was organizing them.

Okay, she was snooping, and very obviously at that. But she hadn't found anything when she heard voices outside.

"Morning, Coffee?" Eveleen doesn't know that voice. Some guy, there's a pause before -

"Wow!" that was Jack.

"I want to work for you." That was the other man. Was that a welsh accent? Eveleen was pretty sure it was.

"Sorry. No vacancies." Jack replied. He didn't sound happy. Why did he want to meet Eveleen here anyway?

"Look, let me tell you about myself." Eveleen couldn't help but want to see this guy, he was pretty persistent from the sound of it.

"Ianto Jones, born August 19th 1983. (Walks off, talking.) Able student but not exceptional, one minor conviction for shoplifting in your teens. Number of temporary jobs, mainly a drifter, until two years ago you join the Torchwood Institute in London. Junior researcher. Girlfriend, Lisa Hallett." Sounds like Jack did his homework about this guy then. But Eveleen was thinking, What's Torchwood?

"Deceased." Jeez, poor guy. Eveleen felt bad for the guy, sounds like he really liked that girl.

"I'm sorry." Unfortunately Captain Greatcoat out there didn't sound like her was sorry.

"Look, you checked me out." This Ianto guy really was persistent he wasn't gonna leave the poor Captain alone was he? Of course, if Eveleen was looking for a job she'd probably chase down the Captain too.

"You knew what a Weevil was. Thought I was gonna have to come deal with you." But Eveleen didn't know what a Weevil was, why was the Captain interested in her. Sure she's got a sob story, but so does this guy.

"But instead you could see I have the right qualifications for the job." Eveleen couldn't help thinking, 'what job?'

"There is no job. We're nothing to do with Torchwood London. I severed all links." Eveleen heard some footsteps, apparently it was the Captain coming towards the tourist shop. IN which case Eveleen was probably about to get burned for listening, although it wasn't really her fault; they were the ones having a private conversation right where the Captain was supposed to meet up with her.

"Yet when it burned, two members of your team scavenged the ruins." Oooh, What ruins?

"Don't want the equipment getting into the wrong hands." Equipment? Eveleen couldn't help thinking about the strange things that Dr. Sato and Ms. Costello had been tinkering with the morning before.

"And you're the right hands, are you? Trial period, three months." Okay, Eveleen was NOT standing up and walking across the room to get a look at the persistent guy with the accent. Okay, she was.

"No." Damn, but this Ianto guy was cute. Mr. Jones had a cute little baby face, he couldn't be more than a year or so older than Eveleen herself, and she was 24. But he had apparently had something to do with a place burning and the ruins afterwards, and if Eveleen's brain was working at all, that was probably where the girlfriend died.

"Three weeks. Three days. Let me prove myself to you. I'll work for nothing." Now, that was something that Eveleen would not do. Work for nothing. She was only getting by as it was. No way in hell would she ever agree to that, let alone suggest it. This guy was desperate. The Captain should just give him the job.

"No." Jerk.

"I saw what they did at Canary Wharf. What am I supposed to do with those memories?" Now that was something that Eveleen did recognize. The weird Pepper-pot things with horrible dialogue were supposedly from there.

"You are not my responsibility. And we're not hiring." Cold jerk. But then Eveleen realized that he was probably about to come in the shop. And Eveleen was peeking out the window. Crap.

"Same time tomorrow then." Okay, so, Mr. Jones is officially Eveleen's new favorite person.

"There is no job for you here and there never will be." Really mean jerk. Maybe Eveleen doesn't want to talk to him after all. He's being mean to such a hot guy. Jerk.

"I really like that coat." Unfortunately Eveleen agreed. That coat was just ridiculously hot on him, who cares if it's old, and makes him a little odd. It was damn hot.

Eveleen leans against a wall away from the door, trying to look like she hadn't just been snooping and spying. Although some of it had been accidental.

"Oh, you're already here," Cpt. Harkness said upon opening the door, "Then I'm sure you just heard that whole conversation."

"Yeah, a bit rude to the poor guy. I mean you did look him up and everything, and he's hot," The last bit Eveleen hadn't intended to say and her face showed it clearly.

"Yeah, but I needed him to go away. I don't have a place here for a junior researcher and I have no intention of having anything to do with Torchwood One ever again, now that they're gone. Their policies and attitudes just don't sit well with me. 'If it's alien, it's ours' That's how they saw the world. Never mind that some aliens don't have any interest in taking over the world or any of that. Some of them actually try to save the whole stupid earth. It's ridiculous," Cpt. Harkness ranted losing Eveleen a bit, till the mention of aliens. She shouldn't be surprised. What else could that thing the other day have been. Just then it hit Eveleen.

"I missed work yesterday!" Eveleen shouted right into the Captains continued rants of Torchwood One.

"What?" He looked surprised.

"I was supposed to work yesterday, and extra hours at that. Then I went and missed work all day, and I didn't even call in to say I was sick. They're going to fire me, and that is a MAJOR problem, because I NEED the money," Eveleen said sliding down the wall, till she was huddled at the bottom.

"Tosh called into your work yesterday, said you were dealing with family issues, which you were, and that you couldn't get into work," The Captain said squatting in front of her, so they were face to face, "Your rescheduled your hours. You're supposed to go in at two this afternoon, and he said you'll be working till closing, unless something else comes up."

"Oh," Eveleen said quietly, "Thank you. Tosh…That's Dr. Sato right?"

"Everyone here at Torchwood Three call her Tosh, speaking of which…Can I call you Evie?" The captain asked the last bit with a grin.

"What? No! I like my name. Plus, I got stuck with Evie all through school. I hate it," Eveleen said with a scowl.

"Evie it is!" The Captain said with a grin. The newly christened Evie shook her head but she was smiling a bit inwards. Aethelred had always insisted on calling her Evie too. Life would be too boring without someone ribbing her about her name.

"So, why did you need to talk to me this morning?" Evie asked sitting up a bit.

"Well, first off I had to tell you about the rescheduling of you hours at work. But I also wanted to offer you a job here. Just part-time if you want," Cpt. Harkness offered to Evie's stunned disgust.

"You just told Mr. Hot-Jones out there that there weren't any job offerings, when you were on your way to offer me a job I could refuse?" Evie asked indignantly springing up from the ground.

"Well, I don't have an opening for a Junior Researcher, but I do have an opening for a prodigy in theoretical physics," the Captain said looking not even mildly upset by her fury.

"You absolute ass-faced jerk! I wasn't looking for a new job, but this desperate man who is willing to work for nothing comes along and you're as rude as possibly to him, but I follow your instructions like a stupid little girl, show no initiative, and you offer me a job out of the blue. Because I USED to have something in my future. Something that I abandoned. You didn't even think to wonder why I didn't return to my studies? Because Mam wanted me to go into the sciences. I was good, I was smart, in fact I might have even been brilliant. But when she died and I realized that nothing I remember is right, I left. I couldn't do what Mam wanted me to do, when I wasn't even sure she was my Mam." Evie yelled at him venting things she had never spoken before, the reasons she never explained. The things that her teachers had wondered about, but never asked.

"Working here, we might be able to figure out what happened to your personal history. We could piece it together and try to figure out why you don't seem to exist. That's what I'm offering you. What I didn't offer Jones, Ianto Jones because I don't need a researcher. Not when I have Tosh's brilliance, and potentially your brilliance as well. Then I have Suzie for the practical weapons and tech expertise. I don't need someone trained to file papers. Even if he does make amazing coffee," The last bit sounded a little regretful. That must be some brilliant coffee to make Mr. Stubborn there think regretfully.

"I'll be back tomorrow morning with my answer. Give me a day," Evie said after a bit of a silence, "Oh, what's the pay like?"

"Better than what you get now, even at part-time," Harkness said with an affectedly casual shrug. Damn, but he caught her.

I should probably be working on one of my old stories…but I don't have any inspiration for them right now. See the Harry Potter part of my brain has been partially invaded by Doctor Who, Torchwood, and the Sarah Jane Adventures. Although, Dollhouse has also taken over a part…

Well, anyway, new story. Sorry guys!

Interestingly Evie was originally named Cealya Marie Smith, then she was Cealya Wolffe for awhile. Then I had a strange dream involving Cealya and Jack and the far future, and I decided to change her name. So now her name has a meaning, which we're all now aware of. I've also decided that I really love Welsh names, some of them are so strange in an awesome way.

Well, I'll see if I get any positive feedback, because I'm not sure how far I'm actually going to go with this story. I may just go to the end of season one, and leave out all kinds of stuff that happens after that in my head. But I might also go to the end of season two to fix some of the stuff that really bugs me about Torchwood, and some revelations that don't have to happen. Or I could go all the way through Children on Earth and try to save our dear, dear Ianto, who should never have died.

Most chapters probably won't be this long, because this one was just supposed to introduce Evie and how she's connected with the storylines. There is a good reason for the Doctor Who Crossover, but I'm not telling just yet.

Please tell me what you think.