Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or anything that goes with it, but I do own Sophie McQueen, Lucas Smith, and any other characters that I may or may not come up with.

Summary: When she gets called into the murder scene of John Tucker, Constable Sophie McQueen encounters a team called Torchwood, who she had never heard of before, which immediately arouses suspicion and she decided to stay on the scene instead leaving like being told to do. Staying there changes everything as Sophie witnesses John Tucker being brought back to life. Thus beginning a journey into an underworld of monsters and alien hunters. Here's the catch though, Sophie knows all too well about aliens, thanks to the stories her Aunt Sarah Jane told her about the famous time traveling alien called the Doctor. This information brings her closer to a certain Captain. How close? Only time will tell… Jack Harkness/Sophie McQueen (OC).

Author's Note: Hey, ya'll! Now you may know Sophie McQueen, my OC from Written in the Stars and Rewritten in the Stars. My co-writer who works with me on those two stories and I have been writing Jack and Sophie AUs and I love them writing them together! Almost as much as Sophie and the Doctor. We have one that we'll be writing soon and it takes place in Torchwood with Sophie working for Jack and it does take place in a episode in the show, which one? You'll have to see for youself. Anyway, this gave me the idea of putting Sophie into the Torchwood TV show, thus this story. This will include a Captain McQueen pairing (Jack/Sophie) like it says in the summary just to let you know, so if you don't like that, don't read. But I have no doubt that you will. And sorry to have to do this, for this story Gwen Cooper doesn't exist and Sophie takes the place of her. At first, I was going to have Gwen in this but after rewatching the first episode, it works better if it's just her but don't think you Gwen fans that I don't like her because I do it just works better story wise if she isn't. Also I will be rating this M just in case because you never know ;) Especially since it is Jack and Sophie. Anyway, please leave reviews and tell me what you think! :D

Oh and if anyone could give me a title, it would be very much appreciated.

Sophie's POV...

A loud ring from my mobile woke me up from my beauty sleep and I groaned loudly, turning around in the arms of my boyfriend, Lucas Smith. His arms tightened around my waist as he buried his face in my hair. The phone kept on ringing. It seemed to get louder and louder every time.

"Are you going to get that?" Lucas grumbled in my hair. He was annoyed, like he always was when my phone rang in the middle of the night. This is what get for joining the force.

I sighed heavily into his chest. "Yeah…" I rolled away from Lucas and reached over to grab my phone. As I grasped it in my hand, I felt my boyfriend turn towards me and start kissing the back of my neck, sliding his hand down my stomach. I smacked his hand away from me. "Oi! Not when I'm about to on the phone!" He smirked against my neck as he slid his other hand down my bum.

I gave a groan in response. Quickly, I got out of bed, my naked body a sight to behold. I glared at Lucas but he just smirked at me. God, I hated him sometimes. Why was I with him in the first place? I rolled my eyes to myself as I turned away from him, pressing talk before putting it to my ear.

It was my partner, Andy, on the other end and he told me we got called into a murder scene. He was waiting for me outside.

"Alright, I'll be out in a moment." I told my partner, then hung up the phone. I turned around to face Lucas, who was out of bed now. Now I was really wondering why I was with him. He wasn't all that great in the sex department. He was rather terrible at it to be quite frank. "I got called in. I'll be back later." Before he could respond, I grabbed my panties and bra to put them on. I didn't have a chance to as Lucas wrapped his arms around to me, pushing my back up against his front and I could feel his hard on against my bum. I rolled my eyes.

"Come on, babe, can't you just stay in?" he questioned, leaning down to kiss the side of my neck. His lips pressed against my skin rather sloppily and I shuddered at the wetness. Luckily I managed to push him away from me before walking by him, slipping on my panties.

"As much as I would love to, I can't." I told him. As I put on my bra, I turned around to see the disappointed look on his face. "I'm sorry, but you knew I was a cop when we started dating. Late nights like this come with the territory. Please try to understand."

He crossed his arms over his bare chest. "I understand, Soph. But what I don't understand is why you don't quit?"

"Because…" I drawled out. "I love my job, I love the people, and I love everything about it. That's why I don't quit. And I'm not going to quit just because you have a problem with it. If you don't like it, then leave." I didn't let him say anything as I turned away from him, stomping over to my closet and running a frustrated hand through my hair. We always had this fight when I got called in late at night like this and I was sick of it!

I was able to get dressed in my uniform without getting stopped by Lucas yet again. When I stepped outside, it was pouring down rain and I grumbled to myself.

'I hate rain!' I complained to myself. 'I know it's good for the environment but I hate it!'

First, I had a fight with my boyfriend and now it's raining. What else could go wrong?

I found Andy sitting in the police car, outside of my flat. Quickly, I got into the passenger side and I leaned back against my seat, letting out a breath.

"Enjoying the rain?" Andy teased.

I glanced at him, giving him a face. "No way. You know how much I hate rain. It's horrible for my hair." I pouted and he laughed as he started the car, driving to take us to the crime.

When we made it there, Andy was the first one to step out of the car, so he could find out what was going on.

I was nearly falling asleep as I sat in the car. Hopefully someone brought coffee to keep me awake. Unable to take the wait anymore, I stepped out of the car into the rain again. Hurriedly, I ran to over a nearby police officer and saw he was holding a takeout coffee. My eyes brightened as he held it out to me.

"Oh, I could kiss you right now!" I squealed while I took it from it from him. Though it was dark, I knew that he was blushing. A reaction that I usually got from men. Humming happily, I took a sip of it and I sighed at how good it tasted.

"Haven't got enough, you didn't order." He told me.

"Can I still have it though? Please." I fluttered my eyes at him, smiling at him sweetly, almost flirtingly.

He stared at me for a moment before sighing. "Fine."

My smile turned into a grin. "Thank you!" I leaned up and kissed his cheek quickly, earning another blush him. Almost skipping over to the crime scene, I ducked under the tape and stood next to Andy, taking another sip of coffee. I stared at the sight before me. I couldn't really see in the dark, but it looked horrible from the amount of SOCOs on the scene. I felt bad like I always did when I saw a scene like this. "Who is it?" I asked softly, keeping my eyes on the scene.

Andy shrugged. "Dunno. Some bloke."

"That's helpful…" I stated sarcastically.

He rolled my eyes at my sarcasm and changed the subject. "You going to Slimbo's on Friday?" he asked casually.

I knew he was asking me out, like he always tried to. Just because I hated Lucas sometimes, didn't mean I was going to cheat on him. But still, I asked,

"For drinks?"

"Bit of pizza, I think."

"I would…but Lucas has a romantic evening planned for Friday…" I lied. My boyfriend was the least romantic bloke on the planet. He never had anything like that planned. He would rather spend the time watching sports.

"Oh okay…" He sounded disappointed. "Maybe next time then."

I nodded. "Yeah, maybe."

Suddenly, SOCOs started leaving the scene, ducking under the tape. I was looking around confused. What were they leaving for?

"Aye, aye. What's happening there, then?"

At that moment, the radio sounded. "SOCOs are leaving the scene, over."

As Andy told people to move back, I ran over to one of the SOCOs as I wanted to know what was going on. "Excuse me, sir." I said, tapping him on the shoulder and he turned to look at me. "What's going on? Why are you leaving?"

"Buggered if I know…" he answered. "It's orders from above."

"But the body?" I protested. "It's still there. You can't just leave it there."

"Move back, they said. Clear the site. Special access, they said."

'Special access? I repeated in my mind. 'What special access?' I voiced it out loud, "For who exactly?"

"Torchwood."

My eyebrows furrowed together. I had never heard of it before. But for some reason, it sounded familiar. I shook my head. As a big black modified Range Rover Vogue arrived on the scene, I watched as four people led by a man in a long coat got out of the truck. My eyes seemed to stay on the man in the long coat while he and his team marched onto the crime scene. I tilted my head to the side. He was rather handsome and there was something rather out of the time about him. Like he wasn't supposed to be here.

"What's Torchwood?" I asked the SOCO after I was silent for a while.

"Special ops or something. Is that hot?" He was asking about the coffee and I nodded.

"Yeah, you can have it." I answered as I gave it to him. I didn't need it anymore. I was wide awake now. "But aren't they not allowed to be in there? I mean, they could contaminate evidence or something…how come they…?"

The SOCO cut me off before I could finish. "Don't ask me. There's no procedure anymore. It's a fucking disgrace."

With that, he left, but I couldn't. Not yet. I was suspicious with this so called Torchwood and I was going to find out who they were. And the investigation journalist in me, which I so kindly got from my aunt, couldn't let this go until she found out.

After making sure no one saw me, I ran up the stairs nearby and went all the way up to level five of the car park. It was overlooking the crime scene, so I could have a better look at what was going on. Watching them over the ledge that was there, I could hear them talking as they stood over the body.

"There we go…" The man in the long coat stated in an American accent. Interesting…he was American like I was. "I can taste it. Estrogen. Definitely estrogen. You take the pill, flush it away. It enters the water cycle, feminizes the fish."

I stifled giggles at this, for some reason. The way he was saying it sounded funny I guessed. Then I noticed one of the females there took a metal gauntlet from a case and put it on her right there. Staring at it, first thing I noticed was how alien it looked. Because of my aunt, I've seen tons of alien things but I had no idea what this was. Maybe my aunt did…

"Goes all the way up into the sky, then falls away back down on me." The man went on. He took in a deep breath. "Love this planet. Still, at least I won't get pregnant. Never trying that again." I made a face at this as he turned to face the woman, his long coat going with him. "How's it going?"

"Nothing yet. It's got to connect. I've just got to feel it."

The man with the small camera sounded annoyed as he said, "Hurry up and feel it. I'm freezing my arse off here."

Though I couldn't see it, I was sure that the woman rolled her eyes. "I can't just flick a switch. It's more like access. It grants me access."

"Whatever that means."

"It's like…" Then she stopped as the gauntlet started glowing blue and she flexed her hand. "Oh, oh, oh…"

"Positions!" The American exclaimed and everyone listened with the man with the camera grumbling under his breath,

"If I get punched again, I'm punching right back."

When he said that, a confused but worried look crossed my face. Why would he get punched? What were they going to do with that gauntlet?

"Just concentrate. Suzie."

The woman with the gauntlet named Suzie kneeled behind the dead man and cradled his head in the gauntlet. I watched with narrowed eyes. Out of nowhere, the crime scene light grew brighter and brighter and the rain stopped. I held back a gasp, slapping my hands over my mouth to hold it in as the dead came back to life. What…the…hell? Once the shock wore off, I realized that the gauntlet had brought him back to life. Freaky.

"There was…what was. I was…I was…" The dead man was freaking out and for good reason, I would freak out too if I was literally brought back from the dead. "Oh, my God. I was going home."

The other woman on the scene leaned forwards towards him. "Listen to me…" she told him seriously. "We've got two minutes so it's important that you listen, okay?"

"Who are you?!" The dead man asked frantically.

"Trust me. You're dead."

When she said this last thing, I rolled my eyes and almost threw my arms up in exasperation. Why would you tell someone that? God.

"How am I dead?"

"You were stabbed."

Again, wrong thing to say.

"I'm NOT dead. I can see you."

"We've brought you back," The woman explained, but not really explaining if you know what I mean. "But we haven't got long. I'm sorry, but you've got to concentrate. Who did this to you? What did you see?"

He definitely wasn't listening, trying to wrap his head around what was going on. "Why am I dead?" he repeated.

"Who attacked you?" The woman pressed.

"I don't want to be dead!" he cried frantically.

"Sixty seconds." Suzie warned.

"You've got to think. Just focus on me…what was the last thing you saw?"

I knew he was shaking his head. Because how could he remember what he saw if he was stabbed in the back? He wasn't facing the person who did, so he couldn't know. Unless the person spoke or something.

"I didn't see. I don't know."

"Who killed you? Did you see them?"

It was so hard not to yell at them and tell them that he didn't know. He was stabbed in the back. There was no way he could know.

"I don't know. There was something behind me."

"Police said one stab wound to the back."

Thank you, camera man!

"So you didn't see anything."

"No. What happens now?"

"Thirty seconds…" Suzie warned again and the woman shot her a frustrate look.

"But he didn't see anyone."

Suzie paid her no mind. "Don't waste it."

"What else do I say?" she snapped.

The man with the coat quickly stepped in, kneeling in front of the dead man. "What's your name?" he asked the dead man.

"John. John Tucker."

The man nodded. "Okay, John. Not long now."

"Who are you?"

The man smiled at him. "Captain Jack Harkness." Well, that explained the military style coat. "Tell me, what was it like when you died? What did you see? John, tell me what you saw?"

"Ten seconds."

"Nothing…I saw nothing. Oh, my God…that's nothing…" John sobbed. The gauntlet must have stopped working as he died yet again and I felt bad for him all over again. Dying twice didn't sound fun at all.

"Shit." The man with the camera cursed, shaking his head. "I said it was stupid, telling him he was dead." My words exactly.

"Well, you try it."

"Trust me, like that's gonna work."

Jack stood up to his feet. "Told the last corpse he was injured, he wasted the whole two minutes screaming for an ambulance. Maybe there's no right way to do it." Just then, his eyes caught mine and I tensed as he shouted up to me, "What do you think?!"

Before I could stop myself, I actually called back to him, "I think it depends on the person!"

This made him grin, making me realize that I had spoken instead of running right on the spot when I had gotten caught spying on them. Finally I took off running, cursing loudly to myself. Why did I open my big fat mouth?

TBC...

In...

Everything Changes, Part 2...

And there's the end of the first part! What did you guys think of it? And those who don't know Sophie, what did you think about her? Tell me what you think in a review! :D

The next part will be the last part of this episode so Sophie will officially meet Jack in the next chapter, how exciting is that? ;)

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